I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 198 Conflict! The Fierce Battle Between Captain America and the Winter Soldier

Natasha drove her black sedan smoothly onto the bridge.

I glanced at Steve Rogers sitting in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror.

The veteran, who lived seventy years ago, sat upright with his hands on his knees, scanning everything outside the window with a bewildered look in his eyes.

"Chief Fury is waiting for you at the lookout point on the south side of the bridge."

"It's a relatively private place with a good view, suitable for conversation."

Natasha broke the silence.

Steve nodded but didn't reply.

"Are you alright, Captain?"

Natasha's voice carried a rare gentleness.

I'm not sure.

Everything has changed.

Steve said honestly.

"You'll get used to it. You're Captain America, after all."

That title belongs to the past.

"Right now, I'm just a lost soldier."

Steve turned to look at her.

Just as Natasha was about to answer, a muffled gunshot shattered the tranquility on the bridge.

That was the deep roar unique to large-caliber sniper rifles; although it had been silenced, the sound still echoed in the air.

"Get down!"

Natasha shouted angrily.

Steve reacted faster than she spoke.

In the fractions of a second before the gunshot rang out, his intuition, honed by years of battlefield experience, had already sounded the alarm.

He slid down into his seat and reached out to press Natasha's head down.

The second shot followed immediately.

The bullet pierced the windshield, whistling past the two men and leaving a gruesome hole in the roof of the car.

Glass shards rained down.

"Sniper! 10 o'clock, high-rise building!"

Natasha shouted through the shattered glass, slamming her foot on the gas pedal.

The car shot forward like an arrow, tracing a strange zigzag path across the bridge.

The third bullet struck the rear bumper, sending sparks flying.

Steve peered up from the edge of the seat.

Through the broken front window, he saw a black SUV parked near the observation deck at the south end of the bridge.

The car door opened, and Fury, dressed in a black leather jacket, quickly crawled out of the car. He had obviously also heard the gunshot.

The fourth shot.

The shot wasn't aimed at their car, but was fired directly at Fury.

Steve watched as Fury's body jolted violently, his black leather jacket bursting open at the left shoulder, revealing a dark patch.

Fury staggered backward, but instead of falling, he rolled behind the car and used the vehicle as cover.

"He was shot."

Steve's voice was cold.

Through their conversation on the way, Steve learned that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was a one-eyed Black man, and he recognized Nick Fury almost instantly. "We need to get over there!"

Natasha gritted her teeth, and the car continued its zigzag advance.

On the other side of the bridge, a construction vehicle that was originally parked in the emergency lane suddenly started and stopped across the middle of the road, completely blocking the lane leading to the observation deck.

Three men dressed in municipal worker uniforms but moving suspiciously nimbly jumped out of the car, carrying submachine guns.

"Roadblocks! It's a meticulously planned ambush!"

Natasha slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the bridge.

Almost simultaneously, Steve had already unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I'll go up there."

He said.

Before Natasha could respond, he had already pushed open the car door and rolled out.

The strengthened muscles unleash astonishing power.

Steve took two running steps, leaped into the air, grabbed a crossbeam four meters off the ground, and flipped his body onto the bridge structure like a gymnast.

Natasha has already drawn her gun and returned fire, exchanging fire with the gunmen at the roadblock.

Gunshots echoed across the bridge, vehicles braked sharply, and panic began to spread.

Ignoring the chaos below, Steve had only one objective: the lookout tower where Fury was.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

He moved like an ape among the bridge's framework, the wind whistling past his ears, with the river dozens of meters below.

One hundred meters.

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows on the other side of the observation deck, walking with steady steps.

The man was wearing dark tactical clothing, and his left arm reflected a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Her face was covered by goggles and a mask, and her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders.

The weapon in his hand was a military knife about thirty centimeters long, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Steve stopped on the beam closest to the watchtower and made eye contact with the man across the distance.

Even from a distance of thirty meters, he could sense the dangerous aura emanating from the other party.

"Get out of the way."

"Steve said in a deep voice."

The Winter Soldier did not answer.

He slightly bent his knees, then leaped up.

Like a cannonball, it shot towards the crossbeam where Steve was. The metal left hand grabbed the steel frame, and the body flipped up with the momentum. The whole movement was done in one go, without any excess.

The two stood on the same crossbeam, which was only wide enough for one person to pass through, with tens of meters of empty space below.

"Who are you?"

Steve assumed a defensive stance.

His response was a swift and fierce attack.

The combat blade sliced through the air, aiming straight for the throat.

It was incredibly fast and its angles were deadly and tricky.

Steve dodged to the side, the blade grazing his neck, sending a chill down his spine.

He seized the other man's wrist holding the knife, feeling its icy touch.

The Winter Soldier swung his left hand and punched Steve straight in the chest.

Steve parried, but underestimated the power of the attack.

The metal fist struck his crossed arms, the impact propelling him backward. He slipped and nearly fell off the crossbeam.

He managed to grab onto a diagonal brace in time to steady himself.

A tingling numbness came from my arm.

Steve felt a chill run down his spine; the power of that punch was almost equal to his own.

"You are not an ordinary person."

He stared at the other person.

The Winter Soldier remained silent and attacked again.

The right hand feinted with the knife, the real killing move coming from a low sweep of the left leg followed by a straight punch of metal fist.

Every move is simple and efficient, without any frills, designed solely for killing.

Steve maneuvered across the narrow beams, narrowly avoiding fatal attacks several times.

He tried to fight back, but his opponent always seemed to anticipate his movements and block his attack route in advance.

An explosion suddenly came from below.

Steve was distracted for a moment.

But in that instant, a flaw was revealed.

The Winter Soldier seized an opening and stabbed Steve in the abdomen.

Steve twisted his body with difficulty, the blade slicing through his side, and blood immediately stained his blue hospital gown.

The excruciating pain caused him to groan, but he didn't stop moving, delivering a powerful punch to his opponent's ribs.

The Winter Soldier felt the sensation of breaking bones, but he only swayed slightly, as if he felt no pain.

He swung his knife backhand, adding another wound to Steve's chest.

The two fought fiercely on the crossbeam, the sounds of metal clashing and fists hitting flesh mingling together.

Fresh blood dripped down —

Fifty meters away, the SUV where Frey was located was riddled with holes.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. leaned against the wheel, firing back with his right hand while pressing his left hand against his bleeding shoulder.

His face was pale from blood loss, but the light in his single eye remained sharp.

"Romanov—how is the captain?"

He gasped into the miniature microphone in his collar.

"The captain is fighting that Winter Soldier—it's intense."

"I'm being held up by three well-trained gunmen!"

Natasha's voice was punctuated by the sound of gunfire.

"Hold on—Support is underway—"

Fury's words came to an abrupt end.

A grenade flew in a sharp arc and landed beside his car.

"Grenade!"

He roared and used his last bit of strength to lunge to the side.

The explosion was deafening.

The blast wave sent Fury flying, crashing heavily into the observation deck railing.

He felt excruciating pain from his broken ribs, his vision went black, and his ears were ringing.

"What a sorry sight, Chief."

A crimson halo suddenly bloomed on the bridge.

A streak of silver lightning flashed across the bridge.

fast.

Extremely fast.

To the average person, Pietro's figure was just a fleeting afterimage.

He crossed the barricade, and before the three gunmen could even turn their guns around, he felt a heavy blow to the neck, and his vision went black as he collapsed to the ground.

"That is?"

Wanda looked at the Winter Soldier with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She brainwashed many Hydra agents within S.H.I.E.L.D. and naturally saw some of their memories.

Isn't this guy the Winter Soldier?

"Pietro, we can't let the Winter Soldier get captured here."

"What His Majesty wants is a stable S.H.I.E.L.D., not a divided S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Let him go."

Wanda's voice echoed in Pietro's mind.

"I see."

Pietro nodded.

"This is such a hassle."

"Can't those guys just behave themselves?"

"It looks like Alexander Pierce will have to shift the blame to the other Hydra divisions."

Wanda frowned.

She hadn't expected Alexander Pierce to be so impatient.

Captain America has only just woken up.

They actually sent someone to assassinate Nick Fury. Did they discover some information?

Wanda seemed lost in thought.

She remembered the Amazing Team that Nick Fury had mentioned when he contacted her earlier.

It seems that Alexander Pierce has found out.

If Nick Fury were to die at this point, as the highest-ranking person in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D., he would naturally take over control of the Avengers.

While Wanda was thinking, Pietro had already begun fighting the Winter Soldier.

However, in just a few moments, the Winter Soldier was completely suppressed.

Finally, having no other choice, he jumped into the river and disappeared.

Under Wanda's control, Nick Fury quickly brought his injuries under control.

The battle quickly ended under Pietro's control.

Why not grab him?

"With your abilities, you shouldn't have failed."

Despite his pale face, Nick Fury still needed an answer.

Wanda didn't speak, but just looked at Steve.

"That guy with the metal arm just now, that was Bucky Barnes."

"He has been controlled and brainwashed by Hydra."

"Hydra has received news of your awakening and wants to assassinate you and Nick Fury."