The wriggling flesh and blood quickly filled the wound, and even the seriously damaged internal organs were repaired. There was no scar on the surface.


    "He''s not dead yet. Chase him!"


    The voice of the agent came upstairs.


    Alex a spirit, quickly get up from the ground.


    However, it was not enough to use up all the flesh and blood to repair the injury. Even the flesh and blood of other parts were seconded. At this time, he was very weak and shook several times before he could barely stand firm.


    Don''t think about fighting hard now. You have to find a way to escape quickly, and then heal your wounds through ''eating''.


    Making up his mind, Alex stepped up his thighs, turned and ran into the alley next door.


    "He ran away, shoot!"


    Hearing the agent''s cry, Alex quickened his pace again.


    Bang bang!


    When the gunshot rang out, he suddenly lowered his head and several bullets floated past his hair.


    Alex was startled and jumped up the second floor.


    If you want to avoid bullets, you can''t go in a straight line.


    He smashed the glass into the room, avoided obstacles one after another, and then jumped out of the other end of the apartment.


    Although this strange Parkour route is not as fast as a straight line, it is difficult to predict its safety.


    Now the agents want to hit him with a gun unless the bullet turns.


    Alex is like a flexible monkey, jumping up and down in the community apartment. He seems to be in a panic, but he has a plan in mind.


    This is also thanks to his careful investigation of the environment around the apartment, otherwise it would be really bad today.


    After three blocks, Alex jumped onto the road.


    The streets were bustling with pedestrians and vehicles.


    Alex stopped a convertible, pulled the driver out directly and jumped into the car.


    Bang!


    A gunshot fired and a sudden sharp pain in the right shoulder.


    Without turning back, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.


    Wheeze!


    The tires were spinning at high speed, emitting bursts of smoke.


    The convertible roared out of the middle of the two cars and knocked out the rearview mirror.


    “fbi！ Get out of the car! "


    The agent behind him ran to the road and forcibly collected several cars to catch up.


    …………


    New York is a city that never sleeps. There are only a lot more vehicles at night than during the day.


    They drove like crazy on the road, and there were gunshots from time to time.


    Colson sat in the back seat, his head out of the window, still clutching the laser gun in his hand.


    He tried to pull the trigger several times, but Alex didn''t give him a chance at all. He carefully observed the route and found that he was driving to the central city.


    "This damn bastard!"


    Of course, Colson knew Alex''s idea, which was to make him avoid rats.


    Because he would never dare to use a powerful laser gun in a crowded place, even the agents had to think twice about shooting.


    Otherwise, even if Alex is killed, Colson and the s.h.i.e.l.d. will be unlucky.


    The heat of demonstrations in the United States has just cooled down because the United States team woke up.


    If the news of "government agents using lethal weapons on the streets" reappears at this time.


    The demonstration will definitely break out again, and it will be more violent and lasting than before.


    The consequences are too serious, not to mention Colson, even Nick Frey can''t afford it.


    Well, things have become difficult.


    Colson was very upset.


    If I had known this, I should have rushed out and shot him again when he fell to the ground and couldn''t get up.


    There is no regret medicine in the world. No matter how much he blames himself, it won''t help.


    Colson finally dialed Nick Frey, reported the situation to him, and formally asked the headquarters for help.


    "Chief, the prisoner is agile, his superpower is unknown, and he has strong anti reconnaissance skills. If you let him run this time, it will be difficult to catch him next time. "


    Nick Frey didn''t worry and asked calmly, "you''re on the scene. Do you have any ideas?"


    Coulson thought for a while and only offered a big move: "I suggest asking the captain of the United States for help."


    Hearing the speech, Nick Frey lost his voice and obviously hesitated.


    God, this is not the time to play politics.


    Colson was worried and hurriedly said, "director, the captain will know what happened tonight tomorrow. If you don''t tell him now, you will blame us tomorrow. Once there is a rift between the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. and him, it will be difficult to repair. "


    As the number one fan of the US team, Colson knows Aidou very well. He is a man with a strong sense of justice and responsibility.


    If Nick Frey doesn''t call him tonight, he will be furious when he learns the truth tomorrow.


    It''s light to say that there are cracks. It''s possible to regard the Divine Shield Bureau as an enemy.


    "All right."


    After thinking for a long time, Nick Frey finally let go.


    "Keep an eye on the prisoner and I''ll inform him at once!"


    …………


    New York, Brooklyn.


    Steve Rogers is exercising in the gym in the basement of his apartment.


    Compared with the bizarre fitness equipment purchased by the Divine Shield Bureau, he prefers the traditional way of fitness.


    Squats, push ups, sit ups, and sandbags.


    Bang!


    The huge sandbags were blown out, the outer cloth exploded directly, and all kinds of fillings were scattered on the ground.


    Steve gasped slightly, his white T-shirt and gray trousers were soaked.


    He turned to change into a new sandbag and found that the five sandbags used for training had been exploded.


    Steve lost interest and thought that''s all for today''s exercise.


    Walking out of the gym empty handed, a washing machine rumbled around the corner of the stairs.


    Steve glanced at an acquaintance and stopped to say hello.


    "Hi!"


    Sharon Carter, dressed in loose home clothes, stood up and smiled sweetly.


    "Hi, Steve. Did the washing machine disturb your training? "


    "No, it''s not training. It''s a warm-up at best."


    Sharon looked at his strong chest muscles and nodded.


    "Is Peggy in good health?"


    Sharon smiled and died: "aunt''s body is not optimistic. Even after her retirement, she still cares about the affairs of the s.h.i.e.l.d., which has been bad news recently, so... "


    Steve didn''t understand. He asked, "are you in a good mood? Is it helpful to your condition?"


    "Of course. In terms of recuperation, emotion plays a stronger role than any drug. "


    "I see." Steve said confidently, "she will be in a better mood in the future."


    Sharon understood what he meant, but worried, "I hope so."


    After chatting, the washing machine finally stopped.


    Steve took the initiative to lift the laundry basket and they went up the stairs together.


    "I also have a washing machine in my room. You can use it."


    Sharon smiled, "what''s the reward?"


    "Just a cup of coffee."


    "It''s so cheap. I''ll come often."


    In the joking room, they came to the top floor of the apartment.


    Steve was about to take out the key to open the door and found the mobile phone in his pocket shaking wildly.