The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 588, 1092, and 1093: A Showdown Between Old Friends
Da da da da da—! ! !
A hail of bullets rained down on the shop Captain America had stormed into, striking the walls, metal door frames, and shattered glass with a crackling sound, sending shards of stone and glass flying everywhere.

The different firing angles almost completely blocked all possible escape routes for Captain America.

Before actually taking action, the Winter Soldier walked steadily toward the other side, toward Sitwell, who was slumped behind the wreckage of a car, his hands raised high, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

"No...don't kill me! I didn't say anything, I swear!"

When Hitwell saw the killing machine walking towards him, he was terrified, his voice shrill and almost distorted, "It was me... I tricked him into coming here! I'm still useful to Commander Pierce... I'm still valuable to the organization!!"

Upon hearing this, the Winter Soldier immediately stopped in his tracks.

His cold, emotionless eyes, hidden beneath his tousled hair, swept over Sitwell indifferently.

Then... there was no response, no confirmation. He simply turned away indifferently, as if he had dealt with something insignificant, and turned his gaze back to the ruins of the shop filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

It was as if Hitterville's existence was merely a trivial interlude.

Upon seeing this, Hitwell felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Cold sweat had soaked through his shirt, clinging tightly to his greasy back.

He had almost died here, and the exhaustion from surviving the ordeal overwhelmed him.

"Team A, get Sitwell out of here first." The Winter Soldier issued the order without turning his head, his voice completely flat. "The rest of you, follow me and take care of Captain America!"

Two bald, burly men immediately stepped forward and roughly lifted the limp, mud-like Hitchwell off the ground, dragging him toward another unmarked black van.

Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier once again raised his grenade launcher, aimed it at the shop where Captain America was hiding, and pulled the trigger repeatedly without hesitation.

bang bang bang-

Boom boom boom——

One explosion after another rang out inside the shop, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The old building, constructed of red bricks, began to collapse with each explosion.

The Winter Soldier uses this most brutal method to force that troublesome opponent out of their cover... or bury them directly in a building.

Just as the smoke and flames from the explosion had not yet dissipated, a figure wielding a round shield rushed out from a breach in the side of the shop with ghostly speed—it was Captain America.

Captain America looked somewhat disheveled, his head and clothes covered in dust and a few streaks of blood, but his eyes remained sharp and his movements were incredibly swift.

However, he had barely rushed out of the shop five meters when a deadly hail of bullets came from three different directions, as if they had been predicted in advance.

Several bald, burly men unleashed a barrage of fire from their AK47s and M16A4 assault rifles, the bullets weaving into a deadly crossfire in mid-air.

Even more terrifying, on the other side of the street, on the roof of an abandoned car, a muscular man was carrying a huge metal ammunition box on his back and holding a small four-barreled Gatling gun in his hand.

With a slight hum as the servo motors started, the four gun barrels began to spin wildly.

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The terrifying sound, like a chainsaw tearing through a tree trunk, instantly drowned out the firing of all the automatic rifles around them.

Four dazzling tongues of fire erupted from the gun muzzle, forming an impenetrable metallic storm that instantly covered all possible directions from which Captain America could dodge.

Bullets struck the ground and vehicle wreckage, sending up a trail of sparks and dust, sweeping away everything in their path like the scythe of death.

Upon seeing this, Captain America's expression changed drastically. He immediately curled up and used the Vibranium Shield to protect his vitals as much as possible.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—!
The dense barrage of bullets slammed into the Vibranium Shield, producing a series of chilling explosions.

The immense impact numbed Captain America's arm, causing his body to slide uncontrollably backward. Countless dazzling sparks danced on the surface of the Vibranium shield in front of him, as if it were being melted by a bullet.

But Captain America is, after all, a battle-hardened super soldier, and naturally he wouldn't choose to sit idly by and wait for death at such a time.

While successfully blocking the first wave of the fiercest fire, he began to exert force from his waist and subtly adjusted the angle of the shield to deflect the bullets.

It was no longer a simple matter of brute force, but rather he used his most proficient ability, like the most precise mirror reflector, to deflect bullets with unparalleled accuracy by finely adjusting the angle of his shield.

In an instant, the situation on the battlefield took an astonishing turn.

The bullets that were originally aimed at Captain America, after hitting the surface of the Vibranium Shield, were deflected with extremely strange trajectories towards the burly men who were focusing their fire on Captain America from all around.

Puff puff--

A bald, burly man who was flanking from the right had just raised his gun when a stray bullet, deflected from his face, pierced his temple with pinpoint accuracy. The savage grin on his face froze instantly, and he fell backward without a sound.

Another burly man who tried to throw a grenade from the left fared even worse. Before the grenade was even out of his hand, a ricocheted bullet struck a gap in his bulletproof vest under his armpit. He screamed in agony, and the grenade rolled to his feet before exploding into several pieces with a loud 'boom'.

Then came the third place, the fourth place...

In just a few breaths, apart from the Gatling gunner who was still firing wildly from the roof of the car, and the Winter Soldier who stood not far away watching coldly and successfully used his mechanical left arm to casually deflect the stray bullets fired at him, all the other assassins with automatic rifles were successfully killed by Captain America using this miraculous 'bullet deflection' tactic.

After clearing away the surrounding enemies, Captain America felt much less pressure. He braced himself against the still-fierce Gatling gunfire, using his Vibranium Shield as cover, and charged forward like a cheetah while keeping his body low to the ground.

The burly man wielding the Gatling gun clearly hadn't expected Captain America to be so brave, daring to charge at him under such fierce firepower.

But in that instant of his momentary daze, Captain America had already swiftly slid sideways, successfully avoiding the barrage of bullets, and at the same time, using the momentum of the slide, he had in the blink of an eye successfully closed in on the burly man's location.

And in the instant the other man turned his gun, Captain America flashed out a large hand from under his shield and grabbed the strong man's exposed ankle like an iron clamp.

"Come down you!"

Captain America roared, strained his waist, and pulled down sharply with his arm. The burly man in the car was caught off guard and lost his balance, tumbling off the roof with a scream.

boom!
As the burly man plummeted downwards, before he even hit the ground, Captain America's right knee, already poised to strike, slammed into the man's chest and abdomen like a cannonball.

Click!

The sickening cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The burly man was struck head-on by a speeding motorcycle; his body was bent at an unnatural angle, his eyes bulging, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth. He crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

Boom! Just then, two more explosions rang out not far away.

Instead of immediately attacking Captain America who had just taken down the machine gunner, Winter Soldier calmly turned his grenade launcher and blasted two police cars with sirens blaring as they tried to approach the scene into burning scrap metal.

However, just as he was about to reload the grenade launcher, Captain America rushed in front of him like a whirlwind, but the Winter Soldier's reaction was even faster than expected.

Without even looking up, the moment Captain America entered the attack range, his silver mechanical left arm, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, delivered a straight punch—without any fancy wind-up but brimming with terrifying power—slamming into Captain America's face like a battering ram.

Captain America's pupils contracted, and he dared not be careless. He tensed his arm muscles and thrust the Vibranium Shield forward.

when--

A deafening roar, far exceeding any previous one, exploded.

As the shield collided with the mechanical fist, invisible ripples spread outwards.

The captain felt an unimaginable, terrifying force coming from the shield, comparable to the grenade he had just taken head-on. His entire arm went numb instantly, and his feet uncontrollably staggered back three steps before he could barely dissipate the terrifying force.

He couldn't help but be secretly astonished; the strength of this robotic arm was simply superhuman!
boom!
Before Captain America could adjust, the Winter Soldier's right leg swept out like a steel whip, delivering a powerful side kick that precisely struck Captain America's chest, which was slightly exposed as he blocked a headbutt.

"Ugh!" Captain America grunted, his body flying backward again after being kicked. But he twisted his body in mid-air, pushed off the hood of a car behind him, and bounced back like a hawk pouncing on its prey.

Swish!
While in mid-air, Captain America delivered a powerful flying kick, sending the grenade launcher flying from the Winter Soldier's hand, which spun and landed in the distant ruins.

With the grenade launcher no longer a threat, the two immediately engaged in the most primitive and dangerous close-quarters combat.

boom!
boom!
thump...

The sounds of fists and feet clashing rang out as densely as the beating of drums.

Captain America wields the Vibranium Shield with unparalleled skill, sometimes as the strongest barrier to deflect the Winter Soldier's devastating mechanical punches, sometimes as the sharpest blunt weapon to viciously slice into the opponent's joints and neck with the edge of the shield; and sometimes as a third arm, complementing his exquisite military combat techniques, grappling, tripping, and dashing!
His movements were fierce and sharp, honed through countless trials, each strike aimed straight for the vital points, full of violent aesthetics tested in real combat.

The Winter Soldier, relying on his terrifying mechanical left arm, his equally enhanced and powerful physique, and his rich combat experience, managed to fight Captain America to a standstill, holding his own against him.

His fighting style is more direct and more ferocious.

The robotic arms, whether in fists, claws, or palms, carry an aura of tearing everything apart; each swing contains terrifying power capable of piercing through steel plates.

His movements are as swift as a rabbit, and his reaction speed is astonishing. He can often block or evade Captain America's attacks at the last second and immediately launch an even more ferocious counterattack.

boom!
Captain America slammed his shield into the opponent's face, but it was firmly blocked by the Winter Soldier's mechanical left arm.

swoosh-

The Winter Soldier's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force with its five fingers, managing to grip the edge of the shield with tremendous torque, attempting to forcibly seize it.

Captain America felt a tremendous force, and his feet were lifted off the ground, causing him to spin involuntarily in the air.

boom!
The moment Captain America landed, the Winter Soldier delivered a vicious downward kick, slamming it into the Captain's shoulder blade.

Captain America was kicked away again. This time, he finally lost his grip on the Vibranium Shield, and it flew out of his hand.

Swish!
The Winter Soldier's mechanical left hand swept through the air, firmly grasping the vibranium shield that symbolized the spirit of American freedom.

He glanced down at the indestructible shield in his hand, a faint ripple seeming to flicker in his cold eyes, as if it held some familiar memories.

But this feeling was fleeting, and his consciousness was once again overwhelmed by the frenzied killing.

Without any hesitation, the mechanical left arm exerted force, violently hurling the Vibranium Shield in its hand towards Captain America's head, who had just struggled to stand up, like a discus thrower.

Swah——

The circular shield tore through the air, emitting a terrifying shriek, its speed reaching its limit.

Captain America's pupils constricted. He had no time to think. Driven entirely by his honed fighting instincts, he thrust his palms forward and, just as the round shield was about to strike his face, he narrowly managed to clamp the edge of the shield between his hands.

However, the terrifying kinetic energy contained in the shield has not been completely eliminated.

Under the immense force, Captain America was slid backward for two or three meters, his shoes almost smoking from friction with the ground.

The two stood a few meters apart, their eyes meeting once more.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and a strong sense of killing intent.

A new round of battle seems imminent!
However, at this moment.

Woo-wah—woo-wah—woo-wah—

A series of dense and sharp sirens wailed as they approached from afar, surging in from all directions like a tide.

Several black SUVs and tactical vehicles bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle emblem broke through the chaotic scene, forming a perfect encirclement around Captain America, who had just regained his footing.

The car door burst open, and dozens of S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents, dressed in black combat suits and armed to the teeth, swarmed out. Dozens of dark gun barrels simultaneously aimed at Captain America, who was holding a shield and breathing slightly in the center of the encirclement.

The leader of the agents was tall and muscular, with fierce eyes and a triumphant smile on his face. He was none other than Brock Rumlow, who had previously led the team to capture Captain America and Black Widow in the mall!

Captain America's heart sank at the sight, but his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, only to find that the mysterious mechanical arm man who had just been confronting him had vanished without a trace, leaving only the modified Hummer and the corpses of his men.

Meanwhile, Hitwell, who had been hiding, had also vanished without a trace.

But whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the mysterious man with the mechanical arm had a somewhat familiar aura.

"Captain Rogers!"

Brock Rumlow, pistol in hand, strode up to Captain America, his voice booming with undisguised smugness, "Put down your shield right now... Put your hands behind your head and kneel down!"

(End of this chapter)