Marvel: Captain America in Zaun, the villain calls me an ancestor

"Old bastard, I'll give you ten seconds to get those people around here out of our world of two, or I'll use these eyes to cut all the witnesses around the Black Palace into sandwiches, including you!"

Upon hearing this, the president looked at the scarlet corridor of flesh and blood with fear in his eyes, and then looked at the bodyguards on the ground who were "cut" in half by Steve's eyes and were wailing in pain, their lives worse than death. He shuddered, and felt a warmth between his legs, as if something was dripping out.

Put on medicine, put on medicine, I don’t want to turn into meat paste and sandwiches!

For the first time, the president felt that his brain, which was almost suffering from Alzheimer's disease, could work so fast. He immediately pressed the emergency call button under the table and shouted:

"Flander, take your men and evacuate immediately. Do not come in without my order, and do not attack by force!"

"But your safety..."

The president's face immediately turned red as he was about to say something on the other end of the phone, and he roared angrily:

"Are you the president, or am I the president? I'm telling you to get out of my Black Palace with your damn Secret Service, right now!"

Bang!

As the president angrily slammed the phone, the footsteps around him gradually faded away.

The president, whose neck was red just now, immediately put on a smile and looked at Steve cautiously:

"Captain Rogers, do you think this is satisfactory?"

Steve's red-eye effect gradually faded, and he put on a kind smile. He walked step by step to the president's side, and put his arm around his shoulders, like an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Ritson, you're one of the few surviving World War II veterans. According to seniority, you should still call me uncle. We don't need to make things too awkward, right?"

Ritson looked at the scene littered with corpses, felt the strong arm on his shoulder, swallowed his dry throat, and did not feel at all that Steve's action was kind to him. Instead, it made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Because he knew that if the hand on his body exerted a little force, he would explode like ketchup!

"Uncle is asking you a question, why don't you answer, little Ritson? Are you too old to hear clearly?"

Steve's devilish whisper startled Ritson awake, and he nodded quickly:

"Oh, yes, yes, you're right. I remember now that you held me in your arms when I was a child in the army. I should have called you Uncle Rogers. We are tired of logging!"

"Logging is tiring, well, that's right..." Steve smiled and nodded, stroking the back of his sparse hair like a kind elder.

Ritson had just forced himself to relax a little when the hand behind his head suddenly exerted force and slammed his face onto the table!

bang————

Steve held Ritson down, pressing his head close to the bloody admiral's head on the table. His angry voice seemed to evaporate all of Ritson's blood:

"Fuck you! Since you know I'm your elder, how dare you, you son of a bitch, challenge me? Do you really think that once I kill this damn guy, the matter will be over?!"

"Look at him clearly now. This is my first and last warning to you. If something like this happens again, I will smash you into that piece of shit Pentagon like the Twin Towers did on 911/!"

"Do you understand? Speak!"

Ritson's body was shaking like a sieve. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the horrific scene in front of him, but just nodded continuously.

"I understand, I really understand, sir. I swear that nothing like this will ever happen again. I swear in the name of God!"

Steve looked down upon President Ritson, who looked like he was about to pee his pants, and actually was already scared to pee, and let go of the cowardly guy with disgust.

Although he had a biofield that isolated all filth, Steve felt uncomfortable when he thought about his biofield being contaminated by this guy's urine.

However, it was precisely because of Ritson's cowardice that this guy successfully saved his life.

He already has a group of superheroes, so he doesn't need a fearless heroic president. What he needs is this guy who is cowardly and afraid of death.

This kind of guy is the easiest to control.

Steve let go of Ritson, who was lying on the table and peeing all over the floor, and took two steps back in disgust.

"I'm not your superior, but if you continue to behave inappropriately, I wouldn't mind replacing you with someone else as the highest official in this country."

"For example, Tony is a good guy. I believe that with his popularity, his support rate will be much higher than your current one."

"Or you could try to resist me again, like using public opinion to ruin my reputation, hiring online trolls to bully me, or something like that..."

"Then we can compare who curses me the most, or who kills faster, hahahaha~"

Chapter 112 Human Traitor 'Nick Fury'

He is not a native of China, he is not afraid of cyber violence, on the contrary, he likes to deal with those who cyberbully him!

If the whole world cyberbullies him, he doesn't mind... hehe...

Steve seemed to remember something and raised a finger to Ritson, offering him some advice:

"Oh, right. Or you could use some physical attacks on me, like the ultimate weapon of mankind, the nuclear bomb!"

"Yes, that's right, it's a nuclear bomb. You can try to use a few of them on me and see if you can kill me. It's worth a try!"

Steve seemed to really think this was a good idea and clapped his hands with his eyes shining.

As he listened to Steve's words, Ritson felt more and more fearful.

'Crazy! This is a fucking lunatic! Captain America has gone crazy!'

Listen, is this something a human can say?

He actually suggested to me to use a nuclear bomb to blow him up. This is even crazier than the mustache painter who started World War II!

As for Steve being crazy?

Of course not, not to mention whether a nuclear bomb can kill him with his current physical condition and bio-force field protection.

Even after returning from his training in Kamar-Taj, it was impossible for physical means like nuclear bombs to hit him!

“Just like this…”

Steve's lips curled up into a malicious smile.

With a snap of his fingers, a circle of light appeared under Ritson's feet and he fell into the circle of light in a flash.

Then another circle of light appeared on the ceiling. After a few seconds, Ritson fell out of the circle of light above and then fell into the circle of light under his feet, repeating this process over and over again.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

After being scolded by the president, the Secret Service Director Flanders, who was leisurely drinking coffee outside the Black Palace, watched the president falling from the Black Palace with constant screams, and did not even realize that his coffee had fallen to the ground.

There was only one thought in my mind.

It's over. After this incident, no matter whether the president who experienced the bungee jumping in the air is finished or not, he, the director of the Secret Service who is responsible for the president's safety, is definitely finished!

Seeing that Ritson was rolling his eyes as he continued to fall, Steve grabbed his collar and threw him heavily to the ground.

What a loser! Loki was in free fall for thirty minutes and still able to get up and fight Doctor Strange.

The old guy free fell for less than a minute. Steve looked through his body and found that his heart was about to stop beating!

Ritson collapsed on the ground covered with blood and internal organs. It took him a long time to get up in a mess. The look in his eyes when he looked at Steve no longer contained any resentment or calculation. Only deep fear was engraved in his heart.

Just from Steve's move, Ritson understood that the trump card that humans were most proud of was completely useless in front of Steve. The other party could even teleport the nuclear bomb to any place.

For example, his Black Palace and the Pentagon.

Just thinking about it made Ritson tremble all over.

Steve sat down on the presidential chair without any hesitation, put his feet on the table given by the Queen, and said lightly:

"I think, Mr. President, you don't want a nuclear bomb to hit your face in the future, so you should understand what you should do next, right?"

Ritson was sixty-eight years old, but he stood like a horse in front of Steve, nodding frantically.

"I understand. You are the hope and representative of America, and the most respected person in America. Everything I do from now on should be done in consultation with you and in accordance with your opinions!"

In a word, he got scared and the pet recognized its owner!

Steve was very satisfied with the sensible Ritson, so he couldn't help but redden his eyes and used his thermal vision to end the suffering of the bodyguards who were still screaming in the room.

The purpose is achieved, then these "atmosphere groups" are no longer needed~

Some of them may be innocent, but Steve doesn't care. Which kingdom is not built in blood and pain? They are just stepping stones on the road to his success.

Besides, doing this job means tying your head to your belt, Steve just took their heads off the belt in advance!

However, after Steve killed these bodyguards, he also discovered an interesting creature.

Among the dead white and black bodyguards, there was actually a green-skinned monster!

"Oh? Skrulls?"

Steve stood up from the presidential chair, walked over to the Skrull, and looked at this Marvel version of the 'Goblin' curiously.

This was the first time he had seen a living Skrull, or rather, he had seen the Nick Fury version before, but he didn't know it.

So this was the first time he saw the true face of the Skrulls.

"Tsk tsk, this look is even uglier than the Lizard Man and the Hulk, not even as good as Mo~"

Steve complained and kicked the Skrull under his feet to Ritson, his tone full of disdain:

"Ritson, the security measures in your presidential palace are not good enough. They've been infiltrated by aliens and you don't even know it~"

After deciding to be loyal to Steve, Ritson felt much calmer. He even felt a different sense of security when looking at Steve's tall figure.

He looked down at the half-body Steve had kicked, then squatted down to carefully examine the green-skinned corpse beneath his feet. He looked at the name on the badge on the corpse's suit, his face filled with disbelief.

"Is this Medel? But Medel has been with me for twenty years and has always been loyal. He even saved my life. How could he be a lurking alien?"

The person he trusts most is a lurking alien. This is no less shocking to Ritson than when Steve broke into the Black Palace!

Steve sneered, "The Medel who saved your life might not be an alien, but the Skrulls can copy anyone's DNA and short-term memory, transforming them from the inside out into whoever they want. I'm afraid the Medel you mentioned has already been replaced by the Skrulls!"

"What? They can even copy DNA and memories? If they could infiltrate us humans, wouldn't we be completely unable to tell who's truly human?!"

Upon hearing this, Ritson broke out in a cold sweat, as if he had already seen the scene after he was copied, and the Skrull wearing his skin sleeping with his wife and lover number two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine.

It’s not like America hasn’t discovered aliens before, even more than once.

But those aliens only have slightly higher technology than ours, and we have never encountered aliens with such incredible copying abilities!

"But...but why is it that there is such a terrifying alien race on Earth, and I, the president of the most powerful country on Earth, know nothing about it?"

Steve's eyes also turned cold, and he said in a cold tone: "Because there is only one traitor among humans, whose name I believe you are also familiar with, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury!"

Chapter 113 Skrull Elimination Plan, Above Humans!