King in Marvel- CH-120. He is here to kill you

Michael muttered to himself but had no intention of taking any action. He was waiting—waiting for the Winter Soldier. His mission was to rescue Nick Fury from the Winter Soldier, and there was no point in intervening prematurely.

"The Washington Police Department... has no police presence in this area." The car's intelligent system announced.

Nick Fury, now fully aware of the situation outside, couldn't help but notice the chaos. They were surrounded on all sides, and the attackers had begun firing wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of bullets echoed, and bullet marks instantly appeared on the car. However, the vehicle remained intact—after all, it was specially modified. This was the car of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

"Don't you have anything to say?" Nick Fury shouted at Michael.

Michael shrugged, "It seems not!"

"Damn it, get me out of here!" Nick Fury yelled at the car's intelligent system, having lost all hope in Michael.

"Propulsion system disconnected."

"Then restart it quickly!" Nick Fury barked.

He noticed a door breaker being unloaded from one of the surrounding vehicles. Several men carried it over, set it up, and began slamming it against the car. Each impact shook the vehicle violently, threatening to flip it over.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The intelligent system continuously updated the car's defense percentage, which was steadily decreasing. Nick Fury grew anxious and prepared the car's weapon system, ready to fight back. But just then, he noticed the car was enveloped in a dark green energy field. Slowly, the vehicle floated up, passed over the surrounding cars, and gently landed on the other side.

"What are you standing there for? Drive!" Michael shouted.

Nick Fury hurriedly started the car. With a roar, the vehicle surged forward.

"Aren't you unwilling to help?" Nick Fury asked Michael, glancing at the pursuers in the rearview mirror.

"That thing made me dizzy." Michael replied nonchalantly.

"What's going on? You must know something, otherwise you wouldn't have suddenly appeared in my car!" Nick Fury was convinced Michael knew more than he was letting on. After all, Michael's sudden appearance was too suspicious.

But he also knew Michael didn't have a favorable opinion of him and wouldn't hitch a ride without a reason. Besides, Michael didn't need a ride at all.

"Natasha has come to my side. Although she's my woman and it's natural for her to be with me, she was also a member of your S.H.I.E.L.D. So, I thought I'd do something. But after considering it, there's nothing much I can do. I'll just save you this time." Michael said with a smirk.

"Save me once? Do you know what this is about?" Nick Fury no longer cared about Natasha. He was more curious about the bigger picture.

"Don't say you don't know what's going on. Even if you really don't, I'm not interested in solving the mystery for you. Okay, stop. If you drive any further, the car will fly away." Michael said.

Nick Fury instinctively stopped the car. Then... he saw a figure standing in the middle of the road ahead.

The man wore a black combat uniform, a mask, and an eye patch, obscuring his face. His left arm was a silver-white mechanical limb, and his right hand gripped a submachine gun.

"Who is this?" Nick Fury asked, startled.

"This is the person who wants to kill you." Michael replied, slowly opening the car door, "Find a route yourself. I believe the remaining small fry shouldn't be too difficult for you."

With that, Michael stepped out of the car and walked toward the Winter Soldier.

Nick Fury started the car again, preparing to take a detour. But just then, the Winter Soldier hurled a ring-like object—a magnetic bomb. If it stuck to Nick Fury's car, it would explode instantly.

Watching the object fly past, Michael reached out and grabbed it mid-air, freezing it in place.

Bang!

The magnetic bomb exploded with tremendous force.

The noise drew the attention of everyone nearby. Cars changed routes, pedestrians scattered, and some even hid in what they thought were safe spots to watch the spectacle. It wasn't bravery—just the result of being hardened by experience.

As Nick Fury's car sped away, the Winter Soldier prepared to give chase. He moved with remarkable agility and speed. Watching him pursue Nick Fury, Michael's body trembled slightly as the Aether Battle Suit materialized on him, followed by the two terrifying blades in his hands.

Whoosh!

Michael's feet shifted, and he launched himself toward the Winter Soldier.

Bang!

The Winter Soldier, moving swiftly, suddenly turned and fired a shot directly at Michael.

Michael swung his sword, deflecting the bullet with ease. It ricocheted off the blades and harmlessly bounced away. Michael closed the distance, appearing behind the Winter Soldier, and brought the silver sword down in a sweeping arc. The Winter Soldier dodged to the side, his mechanical arm already swinging toward Michael.

Hiss!

Michael blocked the attack with his arm, but the sheer force sent him stumbling back several steps, his arm aching slightly.

'What incredible strength! That mechanical arm is no joke.'

As the Winter Soldier pulled out a submachine gun and opened fire, Michael swung his twin blades rapidly. The sound of firing filled the air as bullets were deflected one after another. While blocking the barrage, Michael advanced steadily. But the gunfire stopped abruptly—likely out of ammo. The Winter Soldier stared at Michael, tossed the gun aside, drew a dagger, and leaped into the air, aiming a downward stab.

Michael raised his arms to block, simultaneously slashing at the Winter Soldier with both swords. But the Winter Soldier's agility was astounding. He flipped over Michael's head and delivered a powerful kick to Michael's back mid-air.

Michael stumbled forward a few steps before turning to face the Winter Soldier, his eyes now blazing with intensity.

'As expected of Hydra's combat puppet. His fighting skills are truly impressive.'

Originally, Michael had only planned to delay the Winter Soldier long enough for Nick Fury to escape. But now... he was genuinely interested in a proper fight with the Winter Soldier!

Of course, this was without using any special abilities. Otherwise, it would just be bullying, and there'd be no real challenge.

The two men stood opposed, but as if sharing a telepathic connection, they moved simultaneously. Michael charged forward, but the Winter Soldier hurled a dagger. Michael deflected it, but the Winter Soldier was already upon him, seizing the opportunity. The mechanical arm swung with crushing force, while the other hand drew a pistol from his waist and fired at Michael.

Fists and bullets came almost simultaneously.

Michael swung his blades—the black sword clashed against the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, while the silver sword deflected the bullets. He then brought the silver blade down toward the Winter Soldier's arm. The Winter Soldier reacted swiftly, dropping the gun and retracting his arm. He then kicked the falling gun toward Michael's face.

Michael dodged to the side and executed a roundhouse kick.

The Winter Soldier, who had been preparing for a mid-air counter, was caught off guard. The kick sent him flying, crashing heavily into a nearby car and denting it severely. The Winter Soldier shook his head, dazed, and tried to rise. But a shadow blocked the sunlight, obscuring his vision.

Bang!

Fists rained down, one after another, until the Winter Soldier's struggles ceased. After a few more blows, his head tilted, and he fell unconscious.

Bang!

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