In the heart of New York City, two busy lanes hosted a peculiar chase.
Three vehicles of varying models accelerated slightly at the same time, closing the distance behind the black commercial car as if forming a covert web of encirclement. In front of them, a truck and a van were working together, slowing down and seemingly preparing to use their vehicles as obstacles.
"The target vehicle is not showing any signs of awareness. We should act now. All strike team members, prepare for the attack!" The assault captain, stationed in the rear vehicle, crouched with his gun in the back of the van and gave commands into a sleek, compact walkie-talkie.
"I'll count to three, 3, 2…"
The five armed and camouflaged vehicles, like predators lurking in the dense traffic, approached the target commercial vehicle as if nothing was amiss. They were about to launch a coordinated and devastating attack!
But the word "1" had yet to be spoken.
The commercial vehicle's four wheels spun wildly, the exhaust flames roared, and its engine bellowed as it charged forward like an enraged bull.
"What's happening?!"
The assault team was taken aback. They thought the target vehicle was trying to escape. But in the next moment, they witnessed an astonishing scene.
The commercial car accelerated in a straight line and slammed into the van from the side, causing it to flip over on its roof.
The van emitted a loud crash, rolling for over ten meters, with sparks scattering along the way. In a moment, the intersection was in chaos as vehicles coming and going honked their horns, swerving and making emergency stops.
Rather than fleeing immediately, they had taken the initiative…
The assault captain's brain momentarily froze. Without much hesitation, he shouted hoarsely, "Damn it! We've been exposed! Everyone, move in! We can't let him escape!"
Before he finished speaking, a large, heavy truck suddenly accelerated in reverse and rammed the front of the commercial car with its rear, turning into an impenetrable Iron Man roadblock.
The three cars behind immediately accelerated and rammed the target commercial vehicle from behind and both sides, effectively sealing off its escape route.
Despite enduring many violent impacts, the commercial car remained nearly intact. Not even the windows or the windshield had a single crack.
Inside the commercial vehicle at this moment, Vis appeared somewhat surprised. "My, this car has an extremely high protection coefficient. Unless subjected to sustained high-intensity thermal weaponry, it can't be forced open from the outside…"
Vis's analysis was cut short. The windows of the surrounding armed and camouflaged cars rolled down, revealing special gun barrels of heavy machine guns, all pointed at their commercial car.
"All right, forget I said anything," Vis admitted, a bit embarrassed.
The machine gun barrels spun to life, and with the exciting rattle of gunfire, a barrage of bullets turned into a torrent of Iron Man power, relentlessly hammering the commercial car's body.
The car shook violently, and the window glass began to display cracks.
"I never thought I'd have to huddle in here," Kyle shrugged. He unfastened his seatbelt and was about to open the car door to step out.
Vis suddenly beeped and spoke up. "Master, you have an incoming call from Secretary Raina."
"At this moment?" Kyle pondered for a moment, retracting his hand from the car door, estimating that the car's defenses could still hold for a while. He nodded and said, "Patch it through."
Half a second later, Raina's crisp and melodious voice came through, "Boss."
"What's the matter? Keep it brief," Kyle spoke softly.
Raina immediately reported, "Two things. First, our people just discovered what appears to be the trail of Bucky Barnes, and he's currently in downtown New York!"
"Go on, what's the second thing?" Kyle inquired, his gaze scanning the surroundings.
Under the continuous gunfire of the machine guns, the commercial vehicle shuddered violently, and the window glass was now covered in a spiderweb of cracks, approaching its breaking point.
Raina whispered, "The second thing is that just now, Nick·Fury was attacked by an unknown force, and the reason is unclear."
Hearing the unusual noises and static on Kyle's side, she added, "Boss, what's going on at your end?"
"Nothing much, just some annoying flies…" Kyle's sentence was cut short as the car window shattered completely, allowing the bullets to pour into the interior, wreaking havoc.
Meanwhile, the assault captain also received a communication.
After listening for a while, he wore a dumbfounded expression and said, "What did you say? The target individual is on another street? How is that possible? Then, who are we currently attacking?"
The person on the other end of the line, the mission leader, replied with a bitter and frightened tone, "Not long ago, he seemed to have been at SHIELD headquarters… Remember, from now on, you're no longer SHIELD personnel… I'll give you some advice, if you can, get out of there early!"
Once he finished, he abruptly hung up the satellite link, as if he feared attracting trouble.
Hearing the busy signal, the assault captain was left dumbfounded. As he looked at the commercial car, which had been badly damaged by the bullets, he thought of a possibility.
His face turned pale, and cold sweat soaked his combat uniform. Trembling, he muttered to himself, "Could headquarters really be doing this to me?"
Apart from that person, who else could make SHIELD's high-ranking officials so afraid?
"Captain, do we need to reinforce our attack?" The team members' questions came over the earpiece just in time.
The assault captain's lips twitched involuntarily, and he said fearfully, "Reinforce the attack? We need to retreat quickly!"
"Retreat?" The team members were all taken aback.
"We have the wrong target, and what we're attacking now is very likely…"
Hoo!
A scorching gust of wind, mixed with a golden flame, burst forth from the demolished commercial car. It rose like a miniature sun, melting the car's body and the nearby bullets under the high temperature.
Under the horrified gazes of the assault team members, Kyle walked out through the flickering flames. His tall and robust figure stood erect, and he casually surveyed the surrounding vehicles.
"Symbol of Peace?"
Their eyes were all blank as their faces turned pale, and fear rendered them breathless. Attacking the Symbol of Peace in New York? No one could bear the weight of such a crime!
"Quick, retreat! Retreat!" The team members practically screamed in unison.
The four vehicles hastily changed direction in a panic, attempting to flee the scene.
"Since you're here, don't leave," Kyle raised his gaze, and his divine power coiled and churned in his arms, then surged out from his open palm.
The fire-based divine power left his body, transforming into scorching, surging golden flames that devoured everything at the periphery, engulfing people and cars.
A chorus of screams resounded, and in just a few seconds, the area was filled only with the burning wreckage of the vehicles.
The assault team was completely annihilated!
"So Bucky is not here?" Kyle surveyed the surroundings and pulled out the Venom card. After bonding with it, he spread his dark wings.
He ascended into the sky, reaching supersonic speeds in an instant, turning into a black streak of light heading back to the Empire State Building.
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