Marvel's Super Venom System

In northern Europe, in a small, unknown country, a hidden underground base is hidden at the bottom of an abandoned building.

Rumlow was sitting in the underground base at this time, watching various news about the Avengers on the screen, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

He picked up the glass he was holding and put it to his mouth, and with the click of ice cubes, the cold amber liquor also flowed down the glass into his mouth.

The room was so dark that only the light reflected on the computer screen was the only source of light.

"Rogers, the Avengers..." Rumlow looked at Rogers on the news on the screen, and his expression gradually twisted and fierce.

His originally handsome face had now become as broken and ugly as if it had been cut by a knife through countless ways, and this was Rogers' gift to him.

Perhaps Rogers himself didn't know that he had left so many scars on Rumlow's face.

On the day he and Meng Ran broke into the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, Rumlow, as the captain of the special combat team, also immediately led the team over to stop it.

But unfortunately, even if all the special operators were not Rogers' opponents together, they were all knocked to the ground before Bucky appeared.

As the captain, Rumlow was kicked by Rogers, and he was also seriously injured and could not get up after smashing several pieces of glass in succession.

The last crumbling glass wall also fell directly to his face, making him look terrifying now.

After Pierce's power was disintegrated, he struggled to escape from the heavily guarded hospital, and then survived until now.

Otherwise, after his life is in danger, he will definitely be subjected to harsh interrogation and other torture by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Although it didn't blow you up directly, the results seem to be more interesting now." Rumlow muttered as he looked at Rogers on the TV screen.

He designed the bureau and arranged for a dead man to pretend that he was himself in order to lure Rogers into the bait.

According to his original plan, the human bomb should have been detonated on the way to the base by several Avengers who caught them, or detonated it again when they arrived at the base, because it would cause more casualties.

But the plan couldn't catch up, and in the end, the only ones closest to the human bomb were Rogers and the new Avengers member.

Originally, the bomb should have killed the two of them directly, but I didn't expect that the new Avenger had a special power, which directly suppressed the explosion temporarily, saving Rogers' life.

Such a result should have directly declared the failure of Rumlow's bomb attack plan, but after seeing the news fermenting on the Internet at this time, Rumlow felt that the current situation did not seem to be a bad thing.

Although he did not directly eliminate Rogers, according to this momentum, the superhero that everyone admired was now on the verge of becoming the object of disgust.

And the countries also have a great opinion on their actions, and he may be able to use this to provoke a greater contradiction between them.

While Rumlow was thinking about this, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Chief, a few strange people have found us here, and they say he has something he wants to cooperate with you."

Hearing the voices of his subordinates outside, Rumlow also shouted impatiently: "How did your security work?" Why is it so easy for some unknown people to find us?

"I don't see anyone, let them just roll!" If they don't roll, I'll keep them here forever.

After Rumlow's words, there was no answer from his subordinates outside the door, but the voice of a strange man.

"No need to be so impatient, Mr. Rumrow, we have no malice, we are here to talk to you about cooperation." As the strange man spoke, he opened the door of the room.

Just as the stranger pushed the door open completely, a dense gunshot suddenly came from the room.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Rumlow

was not polite in the slightest, he hid in the corner of the room, and then poured bullets directly towards the open door.

The expected screams did not come, and after the bullets hit the gate, they did not move like mud cows into the sea.

Soon Rumlow's bullets were all fired, and he hid in the darkness, staring at the door with a mask on.

The originally noisy space suddenly quieted down after the gunfire disappeared.

After a moment of silence, the strange man's voice suddenly sounded from the doorway again.

"What a special gift, Mr. Rumlow, I forgive you for this sudden visit, and if there is a next time, I promise to give you a taste of the scars on your face and then being cut one by one."

With this sound, a slender shadow gradually approached the door of the room from the doorway.

Rumlow fixed his eyes and saw a handsome man in a white suit with a delicate hairstyle standing there.

The man saw Rumlow hiding in the dark at a glance, he stared at Rumloe with a smile, and then spread out his palm and threw all the bullets that Rumlo had just shot to the ground.

"I came to visit you very politely, so I hope you can give me the same respect, which is also the hospitality of a polite person, isn't it?" Mr. Rumlow.

The man said as he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, as if the bullets just now had left a lot of stains on his hands.

Hearing the man's words, Rumlow also said in a deep voice: "When to quietly sneak into other people's territory, it is considered polite."

"And I'm not called Rumlow now, I'm called Crossbone."

Rumlow said as he strode towards the man at the door.

The lights outside the room shone inside the door, as well as on Rumlow's mask.

He wears a pitch-black iron mask and is fully armed, and what is more characteristic is that his iron mask and the armor on his chest have a large white × painted on it.

The man at the door also nodded and said after seeing Rumlow gradually approaching him: "Nice dress, very handsome."

"So, Mr. Crossbone, I'm here to talk to you about cooperation." After speaking, the man also threw the handkerchief that he had just wiped his hands on to the ground.

With his hands in the pockets of his trousers, he looked at Rumlow calmly, as if waiting for his answer.

Rumro also smiled disdainfully after seeing the man's appearance: "So you don't have a name?"

After hearing Rumlow's question, the man also thought seriously for a moment and said, "That adult has not given me a name before.

"But I have now given myself a commemorative code name for the convenience of movement, and my code name is Monster."