Chapter 3688

There are quite a few cyborgs in Marvel, and their combat performance also has its own characteristics. The most famous is of course Captain America. If you want to give an example, Hulk is equivalent to the tank in the Avengers, Hawkeye is the shooter, Iron Man is equivalent to a high-mobility warrior, and Captain America is a warrior with meat equipment, acting as a secondary tank most of the time.

And Spider-Man and Black Widow are actually assassins. The two of them basically don't fight on the front line, but use their flexibility to contain their opponents. In team combat, Spider-Man tends to fight for control, using spider silk to contain the enemy; while Black Widow is an explosive assassin, able to accurately grasp the enemy's momentary flaw in the melee and deal high explosive damage.

This is the main reason why others in the Avengers are unwilling to provoke her. If fighting head-on, whether it is Captain America or Iron Man, they are not afraid of Seeing Natasha. But Black Widow will always hide, lurking in the dark waiting for an opportunity, just to wait for the moment you reveal your weakness, and send you back to the city with a combo.

It is impossible for anyone to be fully armed 24 hours a day. Even knowing that you are being watched from the dark by a highly poisonous spider, it is hard to avoid a moment of distraction or relaxing your vigilance. Black Widow will not miss any opportunity; she is a born killer.

In private, members of the Avengers will also spar and provide sparring for each other. Their abilities are different, some will restrain each other, but everyone has a headache about Seeing Natasha. Even in a very narrow duel arena, she will never confront you head-on, but will keep dodging, consuming your physical strength and patience until you reveal a flaw, and then kill you with one blow.

Compared to the frustration brought by losing to others, losing to Seeing Natasha will have an extra kind of fear—she will realize your flaws earlier than you, and even before you react, the battle is over.

Although they only fought Seeing Natasha when sparring, and also knew very well in their hearts that as a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent, Seeing Natasha would not use violence against others casually, let alone hurt her teammates and friends. But who can say for sure about feelings?

More than 70% of intentional murders in this world are revenge killings, and among revenge killings, the probability that the victim and the murderer have had one or more emotional experiences is 80%. Moreover, in the eyes of other passersby who have no close relationship with the murderer, they are usually not evaluated as extreme or emotional, but many are considered tolerant, kind, and easy to communicate with.

In short, although the probability that you will be killed by Black Widow because you are in love with each other is not high, it is definitely not zero. Especially in the situation where two people are in love with her at the same time now, this probability has definitely increased greatly.

If there is no way to solve the emotional problem, solving the person who caused the problem is the best way. Seeing Natasha didn't think in this direction originally, but who let her find Shiler when she was upset?

Although he is not a quack, he is definitely a bit unscrupulous. It just so happened that he didn't seem to have persecuted the Winter Soldier and Hawkeye much before, and now that he has their big fun, how can he not watch it?

Seeing Natasha had only been here for a few minutes before she went out angrily again. At the same time, both groups began to frantically tag the two male parties, telling them to start running now—the New York Battle Royale is about to begin, and if they run slowly, they will easily become male victims.

After Seeing Natasha left, Shiler went to the backyard to see Stark and Peter improving the flying car. Stark brought the external equipment for the intelligent driving program and was installing it on the car, while Peter was helping him, both of them sweating profusely.

Shiler sat leisurely on the lounge chair on the porch, drinking iced plum juice, scrolling through his phone, and paying attention to the real-time situation of the Battle Royale in the group. Currently, Bucky is one step ahead, but Seeing Natasha is very likely to go for him first, and it is estimated that it won't take long to catch up with him.

Barton also left S. H. I. E. L. D. He knows the temperament of this Seeing Natasha better, knowing that hiding is impossible, so it is better to find a commanding height to observe the battle situation and take the initiative, so as to turn passive into active.

Even through the screen, Shiler could see from the messages they replied in the group that they were all holding their breath, feeling that only the person who defeated Seeing Natasha was worthy of being her partner. So it looks like running away, but it is actually avoiding the edge for a while, ready to fight back at any time.

Although Shiler holds a pessimistic attitude towards whether they can defeat Seeing Natasha, this courage and spirit are still very admirable. And what Shiler can do for them now is to call and ask if the Presbyterian Hospital still has intensive care beds.

Near dusk, the flying car finally had some clues. This time Shiler refused to get in the car no matter what, only Stark and Peter drove it out for a spin. The effect was much better than last time, although the speed was a bit slower, the stability was improved, and it began to become more and more suitable for ordinary people.

In order to continue to strengthen safety, Peter had to go to the laboratory, but because it was too late to go back and forth, he wouldn't come back tonight, and he even took Pikachu away, so he wouldn't be woken up early tomorrow morning.

It just so happens that tomorrow is a day off, and there is nothing to do in the nursing home, so Shiler decided to sleep in. Then there is no need to go to bed so early tonight. Shiler summarized the shortcomings of making roast duck during the day and made another one at night. This time the aroma was fuller, and the skin was a bit crispier than before, but it was still a little greasy. Shiler only ate half, put the remaining half in the refrigerator, and then went to sleep.

But sleeping in the middle of the night, he suddenly heard movement downstairs. Thinking that maybe a patient had an attack in the middle of the night and the nurse went to deal with it, if the problem was big, they would definitely call, so Shiler didn't care and slept until dawn.

As a result, the next morning Shiler came to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, only to find the kitchen in a mess: the refrigerator was overturned on the ground, the door was opened, and the food inside was gone; there were a lot of water stains and scratches on the island; a piece of glass next to it was shattered, and the fragments were all scattered on the surface of the cabinet; there were also many traces of mud on the ground.

If Shiler had to describe it, it looked like a starving husky rushed into the kitchen in the middle of the night, smashed the glass, rushed in to eat and dismantle, and left before dawn.

Shiler squatted down and carefully studied the footprints on the floor, it really looked like some kind of dog, but he didn't find any dog hair in the kitchen—this is almost impossible. Any kind of dog, after making such a big movement, couldn't possibly leave not a single hair behind. Shiler was afraid that his eyes were bad and he didn't find it, so he specifically used gray mist to check, and indeed no hair was left.

Just when Shiler was a bit puzzled, the nurse knocked on the door and came in and said: "Uh, Doctor, there is a strange girl outside the door, saying she is here to apologize, should I let her in?"

Shiler was a bit puzzled, but still nodded. He originally thought that the strange girl in the nurse's mouth would come over from the corridor, so he turned his head to look there. As a result, a figure suddenly jumped in from outside the shattered window.

Shiler turned his head and saw a girl in pink standing in the middle of the kitchen. He was stunned.

This girl was wearing a pink bodysuit, the upper part of the mask had two round eyes, and the lower part revealed her chin. Judging from the shape of her jaw and lips, the girl was not old, probably only 16 or 17 years old.

"Gwenpool?" Shiler said with some surprise. This pink image from head to toe is really too unique, there is no other hero in Marvel who is so pink.

"You know me?" The other party seemed more surprised than Shiler.

"Uh, no. So what are you here for?"

"I'm here to apologize," the girl scratched her head and said, "Something happened last night, I had to borrow your kitchen, and the things you put in the refrigerator. Because I ate a lot, I couldn't return it to you as it was. But I can pay you money, how much do you want?"

"You ate it?" Shiler couldn't help but look down at the row of dog paw prints on the ground. The girl also followed his line of sight, then rushed over with a stride, wiped the ground with her feet, trying to cover up the criminal evidence.

"What the hell is going on?" Shiler narrowed his eyes and asked.

The girl pursed her lips and whistled, looking left and right, just not answering the question. The next second, another figure also jumped in from the window.

"I'm Spider-Man, sorry, I need to... oh, Doctor, why are you here?"

Shiler turned his head and saw Spider-Man in a black and red uniform, he waved his hand and said: "Good morning, Miles, this is exactly what I want to ask you? This is my nursing home."

"What? But isn't your nursing home in... oh, you just moved here, that's really a coincidence. Sorry, but now I have to talk to this Ms. Gwen, she really caused a big mess."

"You damn spider!" The girl in the pink bodysuit stretched out her arms and roared at Miles, "I said it was just an accident, I didn't mean it! I also paid them money! You've been chasing me for two days and two nights, are you crazy?!"

"Yes, you solved the problem of breaking someone's food truck, but your pet bit the fire hydrant again, right? I chased you just to make you stop. Every superpowered person active in New York must register with S. H. I. E. L. D., otherwise, I have the right to arrest you."

"I didn't commit a crime, why do you arrest me?!"

"Sorry, but this is the Superpowered Person Public Security Management Law promulgated by S. H. I. E. L. D. If you don't accept it, you can go to complain, but you must go with me. Oh, and your dog."

Saying that, Miles was about to step forward. Shiler hurriedly rushed forward and shouted: "Stop, don't fight in my kitchen! Otherwise, I'll throw you both into the Atlantic Ocean!"

Miles paused. The pink girl took advantage of this gap and jumped out of the window with a "whoosh", and soon ran away without a trace. Miles also chased out, and the two disappeared between the buildings in Manhattan.

Shiler sighed and had to turn into gray mist to start cleaning up the kitchen. But as he cleaned, he suddenly heard a strange noise from the garden outside the window.

"Achoo!... Achoo! Achoo!"