Video bloggers in American comics

"Let that girl go and come at me!"

Zhang Ming attracted everyone's attention, and Steve took this opportunity to quietly move his body to find the best shooting angle.

In Steve's view, Zhang Ming was sacrificing himself to save others.

"Sure enough, there will be heroes in every era."

Steve sighed, leaning against the wall. From this position, he could clearly see the three bank robbers.

The robber's gun was still pressed against the girl's head, and Steve didn't dare to shoot easily.

If there is no shot to kill the opponent, the stiffness of the muscles before death is likely to cause a misfire, resulting in the death of the girl.

Zhang Ming was standing there with no cover in front of him. Steve was waiting for the moment the robber turned his gun towards Zhang Ming. In just half a second, he could shoot the fatal bullet.

The robber had a very bad temper. He stared at Zhang Ming fiercely and said, "Boy, you've offended me! I didn't want to kill anyone, but because of your 'heroic' move, I decided to kill five more people after killing you."

I’ll be buried with you. Remember, all five of them died because of you!”

The robber threw the girl aside and pointed his gun at Zhang Ming.

Steve lay on the ground and adjusted his breathing.

He hadn't touched a gun in more than seventy years, but at this moment, as a veteran, his intuition told him that this bullet would definitely take away the other person's life.

The robbers are targeting Zhang Ming, and Steve is about to pull the trigger. However, Zhang Ming is faster than them!

The moment the robber's gun left the girl's head, Zhang Ming pulled out a full-metal short knife less than ten centimeters from his ribs and threw it at the robber at an extremely fast speed!

The knife flashed with blue light and made a sizzling sound in the air. Steve had been transformed by the super soldier serum and could see it more clearly than everyone present.

The sword has lightning attached to it!

No, it's not the knife, the electricity comes from Zhang Ming's palm!

A metal wire as thin as a hair is tied to the end of the dagger. The end of the wire is held in Zhang Ming's hand, and the current is transmitted to the dagger along this wire.

Zhang Ming's knife-throwing skills are not very good. He throws them very fast, but his accuracy is average.

The short knife flew over with a roar and stabbed the robber's calf. At the same time, a 220V electric current was transmitted to the robber.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

The robber was like a radio with poor signal, making intermittent sounds, and his body was shaking unnaturally under the stimulation of electric current.

Even so, the robber still didn't give up shooting. Regardless of whether his aim was accurate or not, he squeezed the trigger with his last strength, and the bullets flew like a storm.

This guy must be a lunatic. He can still shoot after being electrocuted like this.

Zhang Ming activated the editing, flashed behind the robber, kicked him over, picked up the submachine gun that the robber had dropped, and shot three bullets, breaking his legs.

The robber standing guard at the door heard the gunfire and ran over immediately, raised his gun and fired.

Two bullets pierced Zhang Ming's chest!

After activating the editing and erasing the wound, Zhang Ming threw out a short knife.

The knife flew halfway, but was knocked down by the opponent in mid-air. Another series of bursts were fired. Zhang Ming had to start editing again and hid behind a pillar to gain a short breathing space.

"Why are these bank robbers more powerful than terrorists?"

Zhang Ming activated the barrage, and the third-angle camera locked onto the opponent. However, halfway through the barrage, it was shot again by the opponent in the air and exploded!

It was so accurate. The opponent didn't aim at all after picking up the gun. He just raised the gun and shot. He really hit wherever he pointed. He was simply a sharpshooter.

Suddenly, in a corner that no one noticed, gunfire rang out!

The bullet flew out of the blind spot and hit the sharpshooter robber's right arm!

It was Steve who had been waiting for the opportunity. He seized the best opportunity and shot the decisive shot.

Barrage launch!

Zhang Ming seized this opportunity, and two white rays of light flew out quickly and landed on the chest of the sharpshooter robber.

...Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, he almost lost his breath under the impact and collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

When the third robber ran over, the battle was over. Facing the guns in Zhang Ming and Steve's hands, and looking at his companions on the ground who were groaning in pain, the third robber dropped the gun helplessly.

Raise your hands.

Steve tied the three robbers together and simply bandaged their wounds to prevent them from dying in the bank before the police took over.

Zhang Ming took off their hoods. They were a combination of two middle-aged white men and a young black man. One of the white men looked vicious, and his leg was broken by Zhang Ming. He bared his teeth and yelled: "Boy, you should

Kill me now, otherwise your uncle Trevor will kill you when he comes back."

Zhang Ming picked up a few forms filled out by bank clerks, crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into Trevor's mouth. That's it, he was still whining and talking.

Seeing that the danger was finally over, people on and off the bank cheered. Two girls ran over and hugged their companions tightly. The three whispered words of comfort and shed tears for the rest of their lives.

Seeing the smiling faces of the crying girls and seeing the complete strangers hugging each other, Zhang Ming couldn't help but laugh.

"Get acquainted again, Steve Rogers." Steve handed over his right hand.

Zhang Ming held his hand and said, "Zhang Ming, it's an honor to fight alongside Captain America."

"You know me?"

"Who wouldn't know him?"

The expression on Steve's face changed, "Are you from SHIELD?"

"No, they wanted me to join, but I refused." Zhang Ming said. He looked around and did not find the familiar black suit. "I thought people from SHIELD would follow you 24 hours a day."

Steve smiled and said: "Yes, they originally wanted to follow me all day long, but I got rid of them. I am an adult man and I need enough freedom."

Steve doesn't have much of a favorable impression of SHIELD. After sleeping for more than seventy years, everything seems too complicated to him now.

The sound of gunfire and blood stimulated the nerves of everyone present. A few bold young people even ran to the supermarket to buy wine and distributed it to others in the bank for free. It seemed that they wanted to have a party here.

"Hey! You are discriminating, give me a bottle!" An old man stretched out his hand dissatisfied.

The young man looked the old man up and down and said, "Old man, your body is not suitable for drinking." The young man said and handed over a bottle of Coke.

The old man took the Coke dissatisfied and muttered something about how he was still young.

The young man smiled and handed over the bottle. The old man snorted, clinked glasses with the young man, said cheers, and started drinking Coke.

"Hey! You can't drink here!"

The security guard tried to stop him, but to no avail. After shouting a few more words, he gave up and silently took a bottle of wine, waiting for the police to come and clean up the mess.

Zhang Ming and Steve were sitting on the steps, chatting. Occasionally, someone would come over and hope to take a photo with them.

Just as everyone was enjoying the joy of victory, a crisp cracking sound appeared.

"ah"

The old man who had just been drinking Coke knelt on the ground, moaning in pain.

The Coke bottle fell to the ground and shattered, glass shards pierced the old man's hand, and blood mixed with Coke spread on the ground.

"Old man, are you okay?"

A young man asked, and he was answered with a roar that seemed to be inhuman.

The "old man" stood up from the ground. As he stood up, his rickety body expanded like a balloon, becoming more than two meters tall in a few breaths!

The muscles grew rapidly, the veins popped out, and they were full of brutal explosive power!

"roar!"

The old man pushed the young man away, and the young man flew out like a toy and was about to hit the wall. Steve rushed over and saved the young man's life.

"what happened!"

Steve touched the young man's chest. Two ribs should be broken, but there was no danger to his life. He didn't understand what was going on in the world. Didn't the war end? Why were the banks in the city center so much bigger than the ones in the city?

It was even more dangerous on the German battlefield.

The old man's skin appeared an abnormal green color. He seemed extremely dissatisfied with this color and roared angrily, destroying everything he saw in front of him wantonly.

This color...

Zhang Ming, who is familiar with Marvel plots, immediately realized that this should be a Hulk plot.

In the movie, Dr. Bruce Banner, the Hulk, fled to Brazil with his girlfriend. In order to hide his identity, he worked in a cola processing factory. During a job, a drop of blood happened to fall into the cola.

That bottle of Coke traveled across the ocean and finally arrived in the United States.

Zhang Ming opened the Bizhan system, and the trouble-attracting physique skill was flashing. He finally understood what the "trouble" the system meant.

"We have to stop him!"

Zhang Ming, regardless of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, tried to shoot the high-imitation Hulk, but the bullet hit the opponent's leg, but could not even penetrate the skin.

The high imitation Hulk felt the pain, turned his red eyes to stare at Zhang Ming, kicked his legs hard on the ground, and pounced on Zhang Ming like a violent beast.

If he were hit directly, Zhang Ming would be paralyzed or paralyzed.

Just as Zhang Ming was about to start editing, Steve rushed over, holding a table as a shield.

With a crash, the table shattered, and Steve raised his hands to block the fist of the imitation Hulk.

His muscles were tense, and he blocked the punch with the strength that was within the limits of human beings.

Zhang Ming was no longer stingy, he fired ten barrages in a row, and the white light rained down on the high-imitation Hulk, knocking him away.

There were several minor wounds on the high imitation chest. He tore open his cloth-like shirt and exposed his upper body. He yelled at Zhang Ming and Steve, and then...

He turned around and ran out of the bank.

If you can't fight, you'll run away. This imitation Hulk seems to be smarter than the original.

"Chase quickly! We can't let him run into the city center!" Steve said.

Once this irrational monster is allowed to run into the city center, the casualties it will cause will be immeasurable.

As soon as the two of them ran to the door, they saw that the high-imitation Hulk had already rushed to the intersection, with both legs running out of the afterimage.

Isn't this too fast?

Zhang Ming and Steve looked at each other, falling into despair, and suddenly a weak voice came from behind.

"Um... I had a car parked outside. I originally wanted to grab the money and escape. I was very fast."

The one who spoke was the youngest black guy among the three robbers.

"What's your name?" Steve asked.

"Franklin," the black guy said, "I have pretty good driving skills."

Zhang Ming used a knife to cut the rope that bound him, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"