Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 153 I am Roland

Such repeated and earth-shaking thoughts made Rumlow unable to control himself for a moment.

He never thought that Hydra's sphere of influence had actually spread to aliens.

This is really hard to understand.

Can……

When he saw the guy's raised arm, Rumlow couldn't help but have some kind of "vision", as if he was on the battlefield of a mechanical alien planet, wearing a funny hat and fighting a gorilla with a cream cake roll. An exhibition match to win bananas.

This is really a huge impact on the soul.

"You, how did you know!"

A strong and hard-hearted person like Rumlow can't help but feel dazed and shaken at this time.

Could it be that I have been living a scam? Could it be that what I knew and saw was never the truth? !

But I really thought that I was the one who learned the truth about the world and stood under the stage watching the performance!

How...how did I get on stage out of nowhere! There must be a reasonable explanation for this!

Must have!
"How do I know? You are stupid. How did such a question come out of your mouth?"

Roland also scratched his head a little: "Is there anything difficult to understand? The truth is that I am also a Hydra."

"Then...then Loki..."

Rumlow's voice was trembling a little, and he had to suspect that this was another familiar story about black people eating black people, eating one head and growing two heads.

Being in Hydra, he sees this kind of thing a lot.

However, his words confused Roland.

Loki? Why are you mentioning him? What is there about him?
However, Roland seemed to understand something when he saw Rumlow's mother-like expression.

Then he...

"Oh~~~~! You...Pfft hahahahaha! What the hell are you thinking about, hahahahaha!"

When Rumlow saw the enemy in front of him first burst into laughter, and then fell to the ground uncontrollably, and continued to laugh mockingly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he understood something.

Then, anger surged up, and Rumlow's neck and face turned completely red, feeling that he had been fooled, and his whole body seemed to be steaming.

"I kill you!!"

"I welcome you to kill!"

Waving the two swords in his hands, Rumlow slashed at the enemy. Although his state seemed to be carried away by anger, the combat effectiveness he showed was not like this.

but……

This is not a simple fight about physical strength.

Roland beat him too much.

Without any defense at all, Roland stood there in armor and used his body to resist Rumlow's first wave of attacks.

But soon, Roland knew why this guy was called [Crossbones].

The knife struck the armor, making a crisp clang sound and bright sparks. Seeing that it was difficult to break through from the front, Rumlow immediately changed his moves and pushed the enemy's chin with the blade of his right hand. He held the knife behind his back with his left hand and stretched his body horizontally. He came over and thrust the sword into the gap between the helmet and the body armor at a very sinister angle.

However, this is of no use.

The enemy's crushing is not only reflected in defense.

"what--!"

He grabbed the blade that was stabbing him with one hand. With a little force, the blade made of Rumlow stainless steel shattered inch by inch and turned into an ugly broken comb. His right hand was also pressed down by the steel-wrapped arm. It was locked, and was twisted hard by another mechanical hand...

"Damn it! Farke! Are you humiliating me!"

"Hahaha, of course."

From the day Roland came to this world and lay in the rain, he never thought that Rumlow would be his enemy.

It's not that Roland looks down on him...well, it's just that Roland looks down on him.

Mainly, this is Marvel.

There are a lot of masters in this place who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth. They are the bosses who can break the earth apart at every turn. As an ordinary human being, what future can you have by playing boxing and how strong can you be?

Not to mention, this guy didn't play to the extreme at all. Roland believed that even if Hawkeye put down his bow and arrow and fought Rumlow with bare hands, he might not lose. A cheat player can defeat Rumlow with only one leg.

I believe that Rumlow's self-confidence must have been severely shaken in that elevator.

Therefore, when Roland saw Rumlow blocking himself here to cut off Pierce, he felt like... a high school student who was blackmailed by a kindergartener while checking information in an Internet cafe.

Dude, it's a mistake for you to be here.

……

Maybe it was Roland's ridicule that rekindled Rumlow's anger, or maybe he had already made the decision to die here.

The knife in his hand was thrown directly, and Rumlow followed closely and rushed over.

"I told you, this thing is useless."

Playing a cool trick, he caught the throwing knife thrown by Rumlow with his fingers. When Roland was about to continue pretending, Rumlow poked an iron rod directly into his armor.

The next second, Roland experienced the feeling of being struck by lightning again after several months.

"What the hell is this!"

He used his hand to grab Rumlow, but the guy bent down nimbly and backed away.

At this time, Roland noticed that he was holding two stick-like things in his hands. They looked almost identical to the sticks, but the parts they held were more complicated.

The tips of the two swinging sticks were still crackling and surrounded by blue electric light.

Is that how he got his nickname Crossbones?
Before Roland could think about it, Rumlow ran over again, swung his stick and gave him electrotherapy.

Roland's armor can resist sharp blades and blunt objects, but it cannot block electricity.

"Hahaha! Damn alien! This time you know how powerful I am!"
In terms of speed, I am far better than you! "

Rumlow seems to have found a way to victory. Wearing such thick and heavy armor, this guy may be good at defense, but his movement speed is definitely a shortcoming!

"Who said..."

A hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed an electric stick.

"...My speed is my weakness."

Roland looked at Rumlow's shocked expression and found it interesting.

The attributes I add the most points to are physical strength and agility. What do you think I think! Just to prevent old six players like you!

"How is this possible...this is impossible!"

How could anyone be so powerful and incredibly fast at the same time?

Not believing in evil, Rumlow raised his stick again and hit Roland.

When~
With a crisp sound, Roland grabbed his stick, and with a crackling sound of electricity, he grabbed the front part of the stick and snatched it from Rumlow's hand.

"In terms of strength, I am stronger than you."

Roland picked up the stick in his hand, looked at it, and threw it directly towards Rumlow.

With a hiss, Rumlow ducked sideways and turned around to find that his stick had been completely embedded in the wall.

"In terms of speed, I am also stronger than you."

When he heard these words in his ears, Rumlow had already reacted and quickly turned around to avoid, but he was still quickly enveloped in a shadow, and the guy was almost face to face with him.

"go to hell!"

When the stick hit him, Rumlow used all his strength, but it only made his arm numb.

"In terms of defense, I am also stronger than you."

Amidst the crackling sound of electricity, Roland's voice, wrapped in thick armor, echoed in his ears: "Even in terms of blood volume, I am stronger than you. You know, what else."

Roland suddenly punched Rumlow, hitting him in the stomach and sending him flying far away. He knelt down and spit out acidic water.

"This is my armor. In addition to being made of one of the most expensive materials on earth: gold and titanium alloy, some exotic alien metals are also added to it.

That was the armor material built by Odin, the God King of Asgard, to resist the Celestials.

You don’t understand the value of Odin and the Celestials, but you may know that the cost of this armor may not be lower than the cost of Tony Stark’s armor. "ROOM."

The halo of light enveloped him, and Roland instantly appeared in front of the kneeling Rumlow.

"This ability comes from another world far away, and even in that world, this ability is powerful and valuable at the top of the world, and it is something that everyone wants.

Just this ability can make many people pay their lives for it. "

The hands behind his back did not move. Roland suddenly had an extra arm on his left shoulder, holding a glowing lightsaber and waving it gently in front of Rumlow.

Silently, the only stick that Rumlow used to support his body was severed from the middle.

Roland's voice continued to ring above his head.

"This is a lightsaber from an organization called Skywalker. It can cut almost everything. Although it is a purely physical attack, it is as powerful and mysterious as magic.

This is a creation that far exceeds the technological level of the earth. If this thing is sold in its entirety, it can completely replace half of Stark Industries. "

With that said, Roland waved his hand gently, a faint green light flashed, and Rumlow's body miraculously returned to normal.

"Magic. It can also be called divine magic. Although it cannot cure all injuries and illnesses, it is indeed a medical skill that far exceeds all medical techniques and can complete impossible treatments."

Wiping the corners of his mouth, Rumlow stood up with half a broken stick in hand, standing face to face in front of Roland.

"Why are you telling me this."

Although there was peace in his eyes, there was a will to die.

"I just want to tell you..."

Roland took half a step forward, leaned into Rumlow's ear and whispered: "Nothing is impossible. It's natural that I can beat you, and it's natural that you can't beat me."

"I'll fight you!"

Even though Rumlow only had the half-broken stick left in his hand, he had no intention of giving in. Without discussing his stance, he is indeed a tough fighter.

It's a pity that Roland never has all the sympathy and strong demeanor like on TV.

Kill them all? Cutting off the roots? Pretty much, this is Roland's behavior.

He raised his hand to block the stick thrust by Rumlow. If it had been anyone else, he might have been overturned. After all, Roland had cut the stick with his lightsaber. It was very sharp and could definitely stab someone to death.

The other hand was pinching Rumlow's neck. Roland lifted him up with all his strength, pushed him behind him, and pressed Rumlow against the wall.

"You and I have no grudge. In fact, I don't even know you. This is the first day we have met.

Since you didn't cause me any harm, if you are willing to catch Pierce and bring him to me now, I will let you go.

Of course, I won't care about you being wanted by SHIELD in the future, so what? "

Despite being choked by Roland, Rumlow still managed to squeeze out half a sentence.

Go to hell, go to hell...

"Ok."

Picking up the half stick he snatched from Rumlow, Roland stabbed Rumlow directly on the shoulder blade and pinned him to the wall.

"If we don't say it now, we really won't have a chance to say it."

"I will...wait for you in hell..."

"Wow, we are so affectionate when we first meet~"

Bending down to pick up the other half of the broken stick from the ground, Roland shook his head and said softly: "This is not a personal grudge, this is just business. Goodbye, Rumlow."

puff.

Roland's hand left Rumlow's chest, leaving a hole piercing his heart and a stick that penetrated his body and penetrated the wall behind him.

"It's a shame. I think we can actually be friends."

Roland stretched out his finger, dipped it in Rumlow's blood, and wrote a line of words on the wall.

[This is the fate of resisting Loki! 】

Consider this your last offering, Rumlow.

"Next..."

Roland raised his head and looked above his head.

"Pierce is the only one left~"

…………

In Fury's office.

Pierce was familiar with the space because he had been the office's first owner.

It has been decades since SHIELD was handed over to him.

Over the past few decades, many people have come and gone in this house, many important decisions have been made, and many big scenes have been witnessed.

But that passage, that door, has never been opened.

No one has ever done this, no one can force the director of SHIELD to escape from his office.

But today, the door that had been sealed for many years was opened.

Pierce was completely in disarray.

He didn't dare to hope that Rumlow could stop the god of death.

What kind of defense force does SHIELD have? I dare say that he, Pierce, knows the best. Even Biffry knows it!

But so what, we still have reached this stage today.

"I have to go quickly, I have to go quickly... Password?!"

After opening that door, what Pierce saw was actually another door.

This...there was no such thing before!

Fury, Fury added the door!

damn it! What on earth is he thinking!
is this necessary!

Pointing the gun at the combination lock, Pierce shivered for a long time but did not dare to shoot.

He couldn't break the lock, that was inevitable. If he breaks it, he'll be dead.

"Fury, it's me! What is the escape code to your office!"

When calling Fury, Pierce totally shouted it out.

Fury on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and then suddenly laughed.

"Haha. He went to find you, right?"

who? Find me? Why? How could Fury say that?

Pierce fell into confusion for a moment, his mind was confused, and he even started to hurt.

Vaguely, he seemed to have figured out something, but it seemed like he didn't.

Until Fury said something that completely made Pierce understand everything.

"My old friend, my comrade-in-arms, my...teacher.

It would be great if you weren't a hydra. "

Snapped.

The phone fell to the ground, and Fury's voice came from inside.

"Say hello to Roland for me."

Immediately, he picked up the phone with one hand and put it to his ear.

"You can say hello to me yourself. Tsk, you hung up so fast."

Throwing away the phone, the visitor looked at Pierce, who looked stupid in front of him, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hello, I'm Roland."

(End of this chapter)