Today is sunny.
As usual, Du Pengde drove around the streets and alleys of New York.
His taxi looks no different from other taxis, but he knew that his car was very unusual.
It is called Mirgen, a member of the Mechanical Operations Team of S.D.o.l.d., one of the advanced combat units of S.H.I.E.D., and although Mirgen does not belong to the frontal assault mechanic warriors according to the Cybertron.
But it is a mechanical life after all. When a fight is really a fight, one person can take over a well-trained, fully armed combat team.
Over the past few years, Mirill has been teaming up with Merlin's Mechanical Knight Horus, Chas Chandler's Mechanical Knight Ghost to carry out some secret missions that cannot be revealed in hot spots around the world.
The Cybertrons are mechanical life with complete wisdom.
They can complete the entire process from preparation to combat by themselves. Except for emergencies, they do not need a knight to assist in combat.
Under this circumstance, Du Pengde's positioning is a bit embarrassing.
He is not a combatant.
In fact, he and his good friend Chas are both mechanical warrior logistics personnel, and what they have to do is very simple, and they don’t need to repair robots. Those who have specialized jobs to do.
All they have to do is maintain good relationships with their own mechanical knights, talk to them, and always pay attention to whether there are any abnormalities in the thinking of these robots.
In other words, they are the psychiatrists of mechanics.
Because of the special "knight" customs of the Cybertrons, this work can only be carried out by them.
This made Du Pengde feel a little bored in his new job, although the benefits and benefits of this new job are many times better than when driving a taxi before.
But when you are very bored, Du Pengde will miss the days when he drove a taxi.
At that time, he controlled the car.
Instead of being like now, cars are the key.
This mentality is actually normal. After meeting the needs of eating and drinking and safety, people will always explore higher meanings of existence.
"Hey, poor ghost, what are you thinking?"
Du Pengde drove along the Central Park road, and suddenly a sharp and slightly noisy sound came from the cab speakers, which were noise greetings.
"You look very unhappy."
The noise teased its knight as always, and it smiled and said viciously:
"Is it because Geeta had a fight with you last night and wouldn't let you go to bed?"
"No, no."
Du Pengde answered with a blank face and expressionless face:
"I was just wondering why Chief Colson's Lola is so beautiful, and I can only make a team with your silly talk... You and Lola were obviously picked up, but why are you so different?"
"Probably because Phil Colson is a tall, handsome and rich man, and you are a poor man."
The noise ruthlessly complained:
"Although you have more hair than Colson, that's all. Whether it's your position, family background or salary, you are not on the same level as others."
"But then again, I used to think that ghosts were very beautiful. But after seeing His Highness Lola, I suddenly realized that ghosts were also an ugly girl among the Cybertrons."
In cheerful Indian music, the noise talks to himself, and says something melancholy:
"Oh, a native bun like me doesn't even have the courage to talk to His Highness Lola..."
"Her streamlined outer armor, slender hood, elegant exhaust pipes, and the extremely cute mechanical war skirt, and that face that is like an angel coming..."
"Ah, I'm going to die! How could there be such a beautiful robot in this world!"
The murmur made a weird scream, and it said to Du Pengde:
"I can't stand it anymore!"
"Poor and sour, I have to transform myself into a supercar today!"
"You must not lose to the Jazz instructor. You can see that the shameless Jazz has already launched an attack with His Highness Lola. I can't just watch it!"
"hehe."
Du Pengde pushed his eyes, and he said to his car immersed in fantasy with a ruthless voice:
"The appearance can be changed at will, but the inner one cannot be changed. The noise, IMHO, Lola will never like you..."
"Bang"
Just as Du Pengde was arguing with his car, a sudden gunshot made Du Pengde subconsciously step on the brakes.
The Cybertronic precision mechanical structure stopped in an instant in this car.
Du Pengde raised his head, and the car glass mountain in front of him appeared in the projection of the battle ahead.
After the camera was very intelligent and quickly pulled away, he clearly saw a group of soldiers rushing down from the assault vehicle and shooting at a mother with a boy and a girl. In the rain of bullets, many innocent people were screaming and running away.
"Stop them!"
When Du Pengde saw that his mother was protecting her children, but was ruthlessly hit by a bullet, an incredible anger burst out in the driver's heart.
It gave him the urge to stand up.
But the bloody red blush also stinged Du Pengde's eyes at this moment, making him hesitate for a second.
He is very clear about his positioning. He is just an ordinary person with no superpowers. He has taken this step purely because of his luck.
He is the pendant of the Mechanic Warrior's murmur.
There are even rumors in SHIELD that Dupont and Chas are just "pets" of the two Cybertrons.
The truth is actually similar.
Du Pengde looked at the expressionless and heavily armed fierce assaulters in front of him. His noise might be invincible or unshakable, but he was obviously not.
One bullet can kill him, and even if he turns around and lets the noise stop them, no one will blame him.
"Murmur, you..."
Du Pengde was about to do this, and then he saw what he placed in the bridge, the document with the black and white eagle emblem, which represented his current identity.
He is an ordinary person, but he is also an agent of SHIELD, even if he is not worthy of a gun...
If it is Chief Merlin here...
"boom"
The next second, Du Pengde stepped on the accelerator violently, and amid the noise of the engine, he said:
"Let's stop the thugs!"
"They seem to be attacking monsters in the woods, and they may be on missions."
The noise opened the car door, it said:
"And you should stay here."
"I saw them shooting at unarmed people!"
Du Pengde gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. He looked at the three people lying in the pool of blood. He screamed at his car:
"There are monsters there, but there are more people!"
"Those bullets will kill them all! Just stop them, I will bear the result!"
Noisy taxis no longer hesitate.
It increased its horsepower and rushed towards the assholes who shot at the tyrants but were also shooting at the remaining innocent people on the grass.
The countless modules on the outside of the taxi were deformed in the galloping. They jumped up in the form of a robot and then landed accurately in front of the commando.
It stretched out its arms and formed a shield in the deformation of the mechanical module, blocking the fire.
Amid the jingling of bullets, the murmur waved his hands, controlled his strength, swept the commandos to the ground, preventing them from firing.
And behind it, Duponte, who was rolling out of the carriage clumsyly, also fell to Maria and her two children.
He squatted down and slapped Maria in the face, and he shouted:
"Madam? Madam! Can you hear it? Hold on, I'll take you away now!"
Maria, who was shot, could no longer answer. The boy and girl who were protected by her arms were still safe. Du Pengde reached out to pick up Maria who was shot, and he said to the two children:
"Come with me, kid, follow me closely!"
He raised his head again and shouted to the people behind him who were lying on the ground and trembling:
"All up! Leave this with me! Hurry!"
Perhaps it was the sense of power after the deformed noise, which infused Du Pengde's words with more sense of being trusted.
In short, under Du Pengde's call, those who were frightened and absent-minded followed him and rushed towards a safe place.
"Murmur, deformation!"
Du Pengde shouted:
"It's a bigger car!"
"Crash"
The noise received the command quickly scanned the appearance of the largest vehicle nearby, and then quickly turned into a yellow vehicle as the mechanical modules on the whole body changed...
Bus.
Well, it fulfills the dream of changing the appearance, but it's not a cool supercar.
"Click"
The bus door opened automatically, and Dupont rushed into the car with unconscious Maria and the frightened children. Behind him, the innocent people who escaped from the sky also quickly entered this life-saving vehicle.
"I think we should stay here to deal with that monster."
The murmur projected a picture in front of Du Pengde's eyes.
In that picture, Frank and Russo, and a man who was jumping in the shadow, were surrounding the rampage tyrant, and the three of them had a hard time fighting.
Du Pengde glanced at the battlefield behind him, then looked at the crying and praying people, and he said:
"No, these people obviously need us more."
"Go to the nearest hospital! This mother can't hold on."
Behind the bus that quickly left the battlefield, the commandos that were swept by noise did not stop Du Pengde from saving the innocent people. Their commander glanced at the leaving bus with a regretful look.
The superior's command is to eliminate the out-of-control experimental subjects as quickly as possible and minimize the influence of this matter.
If there are no witnesses in this matter, then all subsequent matters will become very simple.
And the pitiful, panicked witness died under the ravage of monsters, which is also very normal and can be understood by the public.
but...
This guy who suddenly appeared ruined it all.
But now it’s useless to think about this, the important thing is to complete the task.
"Kill it!"
The commander turned around and gestured to the team members behind him. Soon, the fully armed commando rushed into the battlefield.
Several large-caliber pulse sniper rifles were mounted on the edge of the grass.
And in front of them, on the empty grass, the out-of-control tyrant was fighting with three guys.
Tyron, who was jumping around in the shadow, kept connecting his dark energy shadow to the crazy tyrant, like claws, tearing it away from the tyrant's solid skin.
This is a dark light that can absorb life energy. After several contacts, a large amount of vitality will be absorbed.
This move is the cloak's trick, but it seems to have lost its effect on the tyrant in front of you.
In other words, this monster born based on viruses has too much vitality, making the absorption of the cloak extremely small.
The cape is an excellent ace supporter.
But what really attracted the attention of the tyrant in the battle was Frank and Russo.
Through wonderful cooperation, these two ordinary people kept inducing brainless biological weapons to circle around this messy land like bullfighters dancing on the tip of a knife.
"Fight it! Russo! Fight!"
Frank lay behind the tyrant, and the dagger in his hand pierced into the tyrant's alienated ears, like a handle fixed in flesh and blood, allowing Frank to maintain stability in the tyrant's wild roar.
He lay on the monster, like a cowboy riding a fierce horse, flexibly dodging the tyrant's right arm to capture it.
The monster's left arm was greatly alienated, making it impossible for it to touch its back with its claws.
Frank seemed to be fighting death with the god of death. In fact, this fierce veteran had found the tyrant's weakness and exploited it.
"Bang"
At the moment when Frank tried his best to tie the tyrant to the spot, Russo held the gun in both hands, the handsome young man aimed for a moment, and then pulled the trigger.
The flying bullets passed a scorching trajectory in the air, and then accurately pierced into the tyrant's small eyes, like a pustule filled with nausea liquid being torn apart, with blood and liquids full of fishy smell sprinkled everywhere.
"Ao!"
The tyrant, who had an absolute advantage in terms of strength and speed, was severely injured by two ordinary people.
It lost one eye. Although it did not weaken the monster that relied on its senses to fight, the pain of the bullet breaking out in its mind made the out-of-control tyrant look even more crazy.
It frantically swung its body, making it impossible for Frank to maintain balance. He was thrown into the air and was grabbed by the tyrant again.
The terrifying power was applied to Frank's calves, causing his leg bones to break inch by inch, causing Frank to wail in pain.
"Bang"
The veteran was hammered on the ground in the next moment as a war hammer.
Perhaps he hated this mouse very much. The tyrant raised his alienated left claw, and the black and ferocious bone claws roared, slapped at Frank on the ground.
If this is the filming, Frank will be dead if he has ten lives.
However, the gods always favor the brave people in the dark. At the moment of life and death captured by the sharp claws, the cold commando finally arrived at the battlefield.
Three large-caliber portable sonic cannons fired at the same time, and the sound waves gathered together were like invisible punches, hitting the tyrant's body at the same time.
The sound wave that was shot seemed to affect the balance of the biological weapons that had not yet entered the completion period. When the sound wave was shot, it shook and tried to avoid it.
Further away, the sniper who had already been ready also opened fire at this time, and the extremely penetrating pulse bullets shot from the tyrant's body.
The monster raised its claws and blocked it like a shield, but the scorching beams still tore open its strong and grayish-white skin.
In the beating beam of light, the greater firepower shot made the monster's body full of wounds in an instant, and the battle situation seemed to be reversed at this moment.
"It's not that difficult to deal with..."
The commander of the commando had just had this idea in his mind, and the next second, the cloak's yelling sounded in his ears:
"Be careful! It will..."
"puff"
The tyrant who was shot by the sound waves strangely disappeared from the spot at this moment, and the shadow behind the commander expanded strangely at the same moment.
The next second, the alienated black claws tore the hidden body of the new Hydra commander from behind in a piercing posture.
If you don't respect anything, it will abandon you.
Just like that, life...
A guy who abandoned this indifferent person's life.
The commander's face was still shocked, and the tyrant behind him raised the dead man's body, and the guy was completely dismembered as he closed his sharp five claws.
In the bloody sprinkling, the wounds that were knocked out of the tyrant's body healed quickly. As the blood splattered, it was like a demon.
The muscles on the twisted face were beating, as if...
Chapter completed!