Chapter 323 We Need You to Return to the Team Immediately
Chapter 323 We Need You to Return to the Team Immediately
Chapter 323 We Need You to Return to the Team Immediately
A small town on the US-Mexico border.
"Hurry up!"
A truck stopped at the door of the warehouse, and several gangsters with shotguns jumped out of the car.
"Go and get the goods down!" The leader shouted at his subordinates.
Several men hung their guns on their bodies, and then moved several large boxes from the carriage.
They went into the warehouse, and inside was another group.
The gangster who delivered the goods looked at the seemingly dying person who was tied to a chair in the warehouse in front of him with some dissatisfaction: "What happened? Who is this guy?"
"I don't know, it might be the scum of another gang." The gang leader who was waiting to pick up the goods didn't care, "This has nothing to do with our business, did you bring anything?"
"Bring it." The leader who delivered the goods nodded, and his men put the box in the open space between the two, and then opened the combination lock.
Inside the box was a gun with a strange shape, and its structure was completely different from that of the earthlings.
"Pure alien technology, although I can't figure out whether this is Kerry or Skrull or something else, but it is enough for you to send your opponents to the sky."
The gang leader waiting in the warehouse nodded, and then asked his subordinates to hand over the box containing the money.
The two gang leaders took what they wanted, and the transaction seemed to be going on normally.
"Sorry, I'm afraid this can't be done."
A voice sounded unusually abruptly.
All the gang members followed the prestige and stared dumbfounded at the sudden revival of the captive who should have been dying.
"He's useless, get rid of it." The gang leader who caught him felt that things were a little weird. In order to avoid follow-up questions, he decided not to continue to ask about the other party's origin and purpose to avoid long nights and dreams.
Bullets fired.
However, the other party had already stood up from the chair, no, it should be said that he flew up.
All his clothes and even the human skin were taken off, revealing a plasma body beating with pure white electric sparks.
"Alien weapons are not legally traded weapons."
"Shoot him down!" The gang leaders on both sides of the transaction gave orders in unison.
"If you know me, you should know that this is useless to me." Said the man floating in the air.
He let the bullets shoot at himself.
Seeing that their attacks were all ineffective, the gang leader holding the alien weapon angrily took out the traded weapon from the box.
"This can't be used." The man covered in plasma raised his hand and shot a current to hit the gun.
The gang leader was blown away.
……
Looking at the mess in front of them, the gangsters lay on the ground moaning in pain.
The man fell back to the ground, picked up the alien weapon, and then injected a powerful electric current to completely blow it up.
He looked at his body, sighed, and went to get another set of clothes.
Living Lightning has escaped the big city alone since the last sheriff's farce.
He is not a person with a clean background. In order to avenge his family, he has committed some crimes.
Of course, he has also had many opportunities. The Avengers once recruited him, but he did not work for too long. The sheriff was regarded by him as a precious opportunity to become a hero again, but now, that is not the case. It was a quagmire that plunged him into a deeper abyss.
Putting on the coat he had ripped off from the gangsters on the ground, he lowered the brim of his hat and walked into the nearby town.
On the telephone pole not far away, there was still a somewhat unclear wanted warrant that had been damaged by the wind and rain. It was a wanted warrant for him throughout the territory.
Living Lightning also thought about surrendering himself, but even if he surrendered, what use would he be?Like Cyclops, sitting in a cage specially made for himself, repenting?
He hopes, hopes that he can really do something worthwhile to make up for the wrong things he has done.
Avoiding is not necessarily because of cowardice, at least for him, this kind of incognito life may be his best destination.
At least now, he still knows that he is a hero...
Walk into a bar.
He motioned to the boss to get him something to drink.
"The Avengers and other superheroes recently held a funeral in New York for Captain America, who died in his previous battle with Hydra."
Some shabby old fashioned TVs with news on.
"However, we can still see that outside the funeral, there are many opponents of Captain America who fiercely stated that Steve Rogers is not worthy of this funeral, and that both he and Hydra should be responsible for the disasters that happened in the past. "
Live Lightning is a little fidgety.
He drank the wine in the glass.
If not even Steve Rogers deserved the funeral, who else deserved it?
He hated himself for not doubting O'Grady earlier, doubting the President when he had a chance to keep things from turning out this way.
He clearly felt that his recent behavior has become more and more irritable, and sometimes he would even seriously injure some gangsters or drug dealers simply to vent his emotions, or just like today, let the other party attack him at will, to enjoy the other party's A look of despair.
From a certain point of view, he is not simply doing good deeds for the sake of doing good deeds, but using violence against those criminals to vent his emotions.
Maybe after going through so much, I am no longer a hero.No, no, I was a criminal from the very beginning, and perhaps the dream of being a hero was just an illusory dream of my own from the very beginning.
He opened the door and walked out of the bar, and the wind mixed with sand and dust from the desert was blowing.
He reached out and pressed down the hat, and then walked slowly into the sea of sand.
However, before taking a few steps, a violent shaking knocked him to the ground.
All the houses were shaking, no, they were destroyed by the sudden earthquake almost instantly.
The town he was in just now turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.
Living Lightning immediately tore off his coat to reveal his plasma body and wanted to fly back. He didn't know how many survivors were left, but at least he could help.
At this moment, an illusory figure appeared beside him.
"Miguel Santos, code-named 'Living Lightning', we need you back to the team immediately, this is a message from the Avengers."
Living Lightning looked at the virtual figure in front of him in astonishment.
He remembered, it seemed that when he joined the Avengers, Tony Stark set up a positioning program for them that even Tony himself didn't know how to activate. The program itself screens out the right people to join the Avengers.
He looked at the small town that was in ruins not far away before his eyes.
What kind of situation would make this emergency procedure contact me as a wanted criminal?
(End of this chapter)
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