"I'll take charge of the black guy."

After hanging up the communication, Falcon Sam did not set off immediately, but sent an invisible drone to track and calculate the enemy's target route, and flew directly to the relative end point of "chasing the problem" based on the principle of the shortest straight line between the two points.

That's right, the current situation is what the captain said (Sam still cannot adapt to the title of colonel). The group of terrorists led by Rumlow in the captain really chose the most primitive and effective response method, which was the most primitive and effective way to deal with the situation.

In terms of the number of enemies, it seems that the captain's crow's mouth also confirms.

As for the data captured by the drone, five terrorists in similar clothes have already gotten off the red truck, and two of them are riding motorcycles as if they were desperate. You should know that this is the old capital of Lagos, Nigeria. Unless they are flying, these idiots will know what the vast ocean of the people is.

Therefore, Sam Wilson, known as the Falcon, decided to take one of the more stupid preys first, and the other idiot would hand it over to Colonel Barnes, who was also wearing "gliding" equipment. Unlike Captain America who stalked with shields all day long, the Winter Warriors were quite adapted to the convenience brought by the constantly updated upgraded equipment.

As for another little girl who can lift herself up with red energy?

Sam had to say that although his teammate could fly, his speed was really unsatisfactory, so he had to ask the other party and the captain to follow the other two short-legged players who were rushing on their feet.

But after getting up and chasing for dozens of seconds, the Falcon finally realized that he was too naive. Only then did Sam remember that the person he was tracking was a terrorist who dared to openly rob the public laboratory.

Seeing the big chocolate-colored guy in front of him rushing around the crowd like an icebreaker, Sam finally gave up on the idea of ​​using a ranged weapon. Otherwise, he would have to say goodbye to this equipment completely, and maybe he could live in a free small room that he had been in unknown years, and even add a group of strong neighbors who love to have close contact with some kind of flowers.

Therefore, in desperation, Sam had to choose to dive towards the target like a falcon. Finally, in a fight to throw a mouse, he successfully grabbed the fragile glass tube in the enemy's hand at the cost of half of the wing sensor being hit by a stray bullet. However, judging from the happy smile on the face of the compatriot in front of him...

Bang!

"Damn it, I'm bait here." Sam took out two white bone particles embedded in the base of his middle finger expressionlessly, then raised the rope and tied the stubborn anti-rod who dared to attack his right with his front teeth into an inactive position.

Then he focused on playing... and controlled the drone. In no way, the wings used to control the direction on his equipment were damaged. Instead of doing useless work with a heavy load on his back, it is better to expect his teammates. In this way, he can at least provide some intelligence support.

"Captain, at ten o'clock, the boy in front of you passed a dark green hooded jacket. Hey! That's Rumlo, pay attention to his arms that are obviously abnormal in thickness!"

"Wanda, you're flying too obvious, get close to the target first and get close to full speed."

"Romanov? Well, it seems like I do, what you caught is bait."

"What! Barnes is also bait?"

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Chapter completed!