As the officers began to lay out the first line of defense, Wordsworth looked at the approaching giant biological weapon.

He then looked at the three buyers of the rescue business around him.

I had a headache at the time.

Then, Wordsworth's mind quickly calculated, whether it would be easier to deal with the giant biological weapon in front of him, or it would be easier to take the three victims around him away from this side

"Hey, come over here, it!!'s dangerous over there," the sheriff couldn't help but shout loudly when he saw the four people who had stood in front of the cordon for so long and hadn't fled

He can't come forward to save people, although it's a very realistic thing.

But compared to the four people, it is more important than the tens of thousands of victims behind them.

So, the sheriff can only hope that Wordsworth and the others will run over to avoid the impact of the giant biological weapon.

In the face of the sheriff's shout, the old man and the lady and the child couldn't help but look at Wordsworth.

They wanted to see what Wordsworth was doing, and if Wordsworth thought it was a good thing to run over, then they would pass.

It can also be seen from here that they were safe and sound all the way with Wattsworth, and they already trusted Wordsworth's strength very much.

On the contrary, even if there were nearly 100 of those police officers, and they were all armed with guns and weapons, and even rockets were prepared.

But they still felt safer on Wordsworth's side.

"Go over and wait for them to transfer you. Facing the inquiring glances of the old man and the lady, Wordsworth said softly

After speaking, he was not ready to follow them, but stood in place, quietly waiting for the arrival of the giant biological weapon.

The old man and the lady looked at each other as he did this, then nodded at Wordsworth, and trotted over to the cordon.

This situation made the many people who were watching this side breathe a sigh of relief.

Well, at least those forces who don't want people to be hurt, they don't want too many casualties.

Organizations like Hydra don't care much about the lives and deaths of these ordinary people.

"What is he doing?!" Hill was puzzled when he spotted Wordsworth, who hadn't left with him.

"Don't want to live, or do you want to make a difference?" Fury muttered to himself

Suddenly, he shouted at the equally puzzled S.H.I.E.L.D. agent next to him, "Bring up his information." "

Upon hearing the command, the agents immediately began their work.

Quickly searched the S.H.I.E.L.D. database for information on most of the world's transcendents and compared them.

"Director, your authorization is needed. "

"Authorization allows. "

With Fury's authorization, various top-secret files about the transcendent appeared on his screen, flickering and contrasting.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s computers are very computational, so this comparison is fast.

In less than 3 seconds, most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s data files have been compared.

Only a few Level 10 top-secret archives have yet to be compared.

However, Fury had this level of file in mind, and he could be sure that there was no Wordsworth in it.

Seeing this, Fury couldn't help but press his hands on the steel guardrail in front of him.

Leaning forward, he stared straight at Wordsworth on the screen with one eye, muttering to himself, "Let me see what you're going to do." "

"Do you think he's going to be a transcendent?" Hill didn't believe this, she still agreed that Wordsworth might be desperate to die.

"It's not that I think, but I feel intuitive, and his eyes don't look like the kind of person who would seek death. Fury said firmly

Compared with Fury's optimism, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents present did not see it that way.

Because Wordsworth at this time doesn't look like a transcendent person in temperament.

Moreover, the physical condition is in the eyes of some trained agents.

It's so loose, it's like an ordinary person.

Of course, the agents also did not rule out that Wordsworth would be an extraordinary person in the energy system.

Being able to use energy to fight, in this case, may actually be able to hold back the giant creature weapon.

And then compared to the agents, although they were not optimistic, they were not completely unconvinced.

The panicked victims on the other side of the cordon, as well as the police officers.

They don't see it that way.

In their eyes, Wordsworth was just going to die

"He could never be the opponent of that kind of behemoth, and to do so was just driven crazy by despair..."

Someone in the crowd said so.

For a while, no one could open their mouths to refute his words.

And those who can refute it are also looking at Wordsworth worriedly at this time.

It was the kid who wanted to defend Wordsworth.

However, his mouth was covered by his worried mother, so he could only be secretly anxious in his heart.

I didn't know that I was so favored by S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.

I didn't know that he was known by the group behind him, if he couldn't successfully resist this giant creature weapon.

They were on the verge of death by the unfavorable Wordsworth.

Even if you know this, you won't be happy about it, or you care about anything.

At this time, he shook his arm casually, and then stared at the giant biological weapon that was already less than 5 meters close to him.

From such a close distance, Wordsworth could see the various structures and shapes of this giant creature weapon, as well as the foul smell in its mouth...

"I still think it's easier to just kill you. "

Grinning, Wordsworth said

As these words fell, a reflection sand table also appeared in front of him at the same time.

Then, there was still 3 meters away from the giant biological weapon.

Wordsworth, as everyone was puzzled, slammed his fist into the air in front of him.

What is he doing?

Crazy?

Gave up?

Or is it just a fool to amuse?

For a while, the thoughts in the hearts of the people who were paying attention to this side were particularly intense.

And most are speculating whether Wordsworth is stupid.

However, those who had this kind of thinking quickly stopped talking.

Looking at the huge one-meter-wide fist that suddenly fell above Wattsworth's head, and the wide arm several meters long behind the fist.

No one will ever wonder if Wordsworth is stupid anymore.

Because, if you see this scene, you still guess like this.

That's a problem with the brain.

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