The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Bucky tried to escape, but was stopped by Black Panther.

For a moment, three people were crowded in the narrow alleyway, punching and kicking, aiming at vital points.

It's not that Steve and Bucky have murderous intentions, it's just that T'Challa's Black Panther suit is really hard beyond imagination. Even the bullets from the Desert Eagle can only make him stagger at most.

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In turn, T'Challa didn't care about the life or death of the two of them. His sharp claws grazed the flesh several times, cutting Bucky's chest into a bloody mess.

"T'Challa, listen to my explanation!"

Seeing that he could no longer protect his friend, Steve suddenly shouted anxiously.

However, at this time, T'Challa was already blinded by anger. He didn't care about Steve's dissuasion, and completely ignored his attack, aiming directly at the 'murderer' Bucky.

At this moment, a series of machine guns swept through the alleyway.

There was a loud noise, and then a metal armor fell to the ground. The Gatling cannon on the shoulder was aimed at the three people. The shoulder armor and two-arm armor opened, and the terrifying micro missiles popped out.

"Everyone, stop it!"

A dull voice came from inside the armor: "Put down your weapons and surrender immediately. I don't want to repeat it a second time!"

From the stars and stripes painting on the armor, it is easy to tell that this is not Iron Man, but War Machine.

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"Rhode..." Steve's eyes brightened slightly, and he was about to say something.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

Rhodes repeated it again, his tone became much more serious, and he even interrupted Steve rudely.

From his tone, you can feel the suppressed anger deep in his heart.

Steve sighed softly, then gave Bucky a look and slowly lowered his shield.

Bucky clenched his fist, trying to resist.

But when the Vulcan cannon on the war machine's shoulder armor and the micro-rockets on the arm armor were all aimed at him alone, Bucky finally had no choice but to surrender, unless he wanted to turn into a puddle of flesh right now.

"Your Majesty the King, you too!"

Although Rhodes did not point the weapon at him, he still gave a stern warning: "Please put down the weapon, okay?"

T'Challa snorted coldly and slowly took off his helmet.

The FBI vehicle arrived, escorted everyone to the vehicle, and detained Bucky in a special vehicle.

The terrorist who carried out the explosion, the former Winter Soldier of Hydra, James Buchanan Barnes, has been arrested and handed over to the FBI and is being held in a special prison.

Although assisting Bucky in escaping, Steve may face prosecution from the Secretary of State.

But at least now, he can still sit in the office.

Tony suppressed his anger and sat across from him. The two faced each other and talked about the agreement again.

Only this time...it seems that both sides are still unwilling to compromise.

And along with the fierce quarrel, an invisible rift quietly appeared in the Avengers team.

But no one noticed.

A white man wearing staff uniform unknowingly walked into the cell where Bucky was held.

The moment he saw this man, Bucky felt something was wrong. He seemed familiar.

Soon, he remembered: "The person who caused the explosion... is you!"

The man lifted his peaked cap, revealing a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes of life, and said with a sneer: "Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, but to ask you a question."

"I have nothing to say to you."

Bucky refused coldly.

"Oh, that's not up to you."

The man clicked lightly on his watch, and then said: "Now, we have a few minutes to talk."

Blah blah blah!

The whole building suddenly lost power and fell into darkness.

"Let's talk about your hometown."

The man took out a thick book from his briefcase and said coldly: "Not Romania, not Brooklyn, but...your real home."

When Bucky's eyes fell on that book, his uneasy premonition became stronger.

"eager."

He held up a flashlight and recited the words above in fluent Russian.

A desire to kill that originated from the heart instantly occupied Bucky's brain, and some kind of twisted consciousness began to erode him, stripping away his original reason little by little, as if he had turned into a beast again.

"No... don't read it, stop it!"

Bucky already knew that the passage read by the other party was the key word for Hydra's brainwashing.

"Rusty, seventeen, dawn, stove, nine, kindness."

"Stop it!

!" Bucky broke the metal shackles, his eyes were red like a wild beast, and he punched the tempered bulletproof glass with his fists.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Punch after punch, creating terrifying cracks.

"Back to the motherland, a train carriage!"

Just as the man said the last word, Bucky broke the cell and staggered to his knees.

And when he stood up again, his eyes had completely lost their luster, and he was as stiff as a puppet, standing there blankly.

"Soldier."

The man took back his book and walked up to Bucky.

"Willing to...obey!"

Bucky's eyes were dull and he answered like a machine.

"Mission report, December 16, 1991."

The man slowly asked this question amid the flashing red warning lights.

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Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen.

A white man in a crisp suit, about seventy years old, with silver hair, walked into the door with a tattered wooden sign at the corner on crutches.

After stepping into the dark mahogany door with deep carvings, the white man took off his top hat and looked at the surrounding furnishings. Then his eyes fell on the man behind the long table and said: "I don't know what to call him? Or just like everyone else."

Your boss?"

"The name is just a code name, it doesn't matter what you call it."

Lord, who was behind the long table, smiled slightly and said: "Welcome to our store, adhering to the principle of equal exchange. What do you want to get? Director of SHIELD, Mr. Nick Fury."

This unexpected visitor is none other than Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury said calmly: "I want...the power to solve this crisis."

"Mr. Fury, your description is a bit general."

Lord narrowed his eyes and smiled: "What you call 'this crisis'...is it the group of Skrulls who invaded the earth, or another crisis hidden in the darkness?"

"What's the difference?" Fury asked.

"Yes, there is a big difference."

Lord leaned back, leaned on the sofa, crossed his fingers and said, "If it's a Skrull, all I need is your cat."

"What if it's...the second one?"

Fury continued to ask.

"The second one..."

Lord shook his head and chuckled: "Even if you sell the earth, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay for it."

"So serious?!"

Fury's calm expression finally changed.

Although he expected that it might be serious, he never expected that it would be so serious.

According to the principle of equivalent exchange, how terrifying is a crisis that cannot be solved even if the value of the entire earth... is there?

"Let's talk about the Skrulls' deal first."

Lord smiled slightly, stood up slowly from his seat, and said: "I can give you an unimaginably powerful force, enough to eliminate the Skrulls' crisis, but the premise is... you have to use that power

Just leave the cat to me."

"Element Devouring Beast...you really know it."

There was a hint of deep fear in the depths of Fury's eyes.