Chapter 907： One hundred percent laceration, the wind cut the tail longitudinally

When Rio Reus went to the White House to speak with current President Matthew Ellis.

Bucky looked out of the thirty-floor floor-to-ceiling window, glanced at the crashed plane below, and at the white giant beside him. His eyes flickered with doubt, but he ran to the building.

Steve, who saw everything in his eyes, immediately opened the communication: "Hill, the Winter Soldier went to the building."

"Received, there is bad news, Brock also ran to the top, Natasha they need support."

"Sam, how are you doing?"

"I ... I can't die ..."

"Dimon?"

"I'm solving the aircraft carrier control room can't help you, but Xiaokong will send you over."

"Oh--" Steve looked up, and in the distance, the floating dragon quickly escaped from the artillery and flew towards himself at a low altitude.

After confirming the dive direction of the floating dragon, Steve quickly ran in his direction. With a gust of wind blowing, Steve stretched out his hand and grabbed the floating dragon's claws. The side of the Trident Building came to Sam's location for the first time.

"Sam!" As soon as Steve saw Sam's situation, he immediately shook his body and let go, using his impulsive force to put the shield in place and roll to Sam.

"Hill! Sam needs treatment, immediately!"

I saw Sam leaning pale against the load-bearing wall, supporting the ground with one hand to keep him from falling, and covering the injured belly with one hand.

But even so, there was still blood seeping through the fingers, and a lot of blood had stained half of his body scarlet.

Looking at the glass **** and blasting situation nearby, Sam should have been bombarded by artillery fire, and a large piece of broken glass was inserted into the abdomen, not to mention the scratches and cuts on the whole body.

"Sam? Are you okay? I will take you out of here ..."

"Ahhhh! Wait ..." Steve wanted to help him up, but Sam shouted in pain as soon as he moved.

"Wait ... it shouldn't be cleaned inside, and it's too late, then the **** gun still hit me.

Hahahaha ... Maybe I should sit here and watch your performance. Sam grinned and asked Steve to lean back against the wall, and the pain eased a little.

Steve looked at Sam Qiangyan with a solemn look. Of course he knew that Sam was talking about 'joke'. He had been bleeding, his face had become pale, and he would be shocked in a short time and died of excessive blood loss.

Sam was suggested by Steve to find it, and he participated in the operation for himself.

Today's scene is even more uncomfortable than the roaring commandos who died in front of their eyes 70 years ago.

"Hill, I need a doctor!"

"Received, just solved two people, is rushing to you, give me 2 minutes."

Sam reached out and patted Steve, and shook his head.

Now that the situation is so urgent, he wants Steve to give up himself. After all, he is serving in airborne rescue. This kind of injury is clear, but unless it is immediately sent to the fully equipped intensive care unit without any temporary accidents and complications, there is only a little May live.

When Steve helped Sam to press the wound, he suddenly remembered something and reached out and took a small ball from the small pocket around his waist.

Sam smiled slightly when he saw it, but he didn't expect him to have the habit of carrying sugar on the battlefield.

Just then, Dimon's voice suddenly came from the newsletter: "Steve! Be careful that the cannon is aimed at you!"

Steve did not hesitate to hear it, and immediately turned to raise his shield.

The next second, the powerful impact of the intercepting cannon suddenly pushed him out, and the stray bullet rebounded by the round shield shot at every corner of the house instantly.

"Damn it!" Sam lying on the ground quickly moved his body, and even the severe pain in his abdomen weakened a lot at this moment.

Suddenly, "pop!"

A quartz clock hanging on the wall behind him was knocked down and just hit his forehead.

The sharp corners wiped off a small piece of his scalp, and blood ran down from the side of the corner of the eyes, mixed with sad tears.

"Ahhh * FUCKNO2 & 1% 5 # 2%!"

Steve looked at the blood on his face, as if Sam, who was about to die next second, had a mess in his head.

He wanted to help Sam, but he didn't expect it to be this sub.

Now that he is suppressed by firepower, if the shield withdrawal does make Sam a little safer, he will be dead.

Do not withdraw the shield ... Steve thought about it, and a conscience condemned it immediately.

But at this moment, Steve felt the pressure suddenly disappeared, and the sound of the machine gun stopped abruptly.

Look up.

I saw the aircraft carrier that had been modified by Sam himself.

A white figure rushed from the left to the right at the fastest speed on the deck, and then from the right to the left.

The hundreds of meters of the spacecraft carrier is not worth mentioning at her speed.

And each sprint will leave several air blade moons around and behind the butt.

It is like the terrible "death sickle", accompanied by the wind and everything around the crazy cutter.

The rotary cannon that had just fired on Steve was now cut into scrap iron by the air-bladed moon wheel.

Countless anti-aircraft gunfire, Kun-style fighters, and Hydra on the deck, failed to escape the end cut by the death air blade moon wheel.

Then, Steve was shocked.

I saw the white Xunniang rushed to the center of the deck, suddenly stopped, reversed her body and jumped up and down, head and feet, 360 degrees of vertical rotation, almost rotating into a circular saw tail, like a knife slamming .

A long, narrow, almost condensed dense white air flow flashed by.

Just like Da Jianhao's sword spirit, in a blink of an eye, the two-story aircraft carrier terminal and the control room were divided into two.

And this is the official fame of the white blast wind dragon, the wind cuts the tail!

Among them, the control room is as terrible as fighting hell. I don't know how many Hydra members fell in the blood pool of my colleagues. Even the air was filled with blood mist.

It may be better to die directly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ If it is touched by this wind, it will at least be amputated.

Because the wind-cut tail of the white blast velociraptor is cut longitudinally, but it will be 100% broken!

A laceration is a wound that can never heal, and even healing agents are useless for a laceration.

Only the dragon-level hunters have all the god-level bugs and maintain the Asian squat position for 10 seconds to remove the laceration.

Other than that, no one can resist laceration injuries, at least not yet.

An air and space aircraft carrier, without unified scheduling, most Kun-type fighters are not activated, and they were first attacked by the invasion deck. This is so unbearable, otherwise it will not reach the point where even a dragon cannot fight. .

Of course, even if he can, the final result may be a loss.

After all, at the speed of the white blast, if you want to hit her, you can only rely on ultra-high-tech laser weapons and cover it with a large range of firepower.