I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 119 Kill
On the vast green grassland, night falls quietly, and the moonlight sprinkles like silver gauze, covering the earth with a mysterious veil.

Steve stood in the moonlight, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his chest heaving violently, his breathing rapid and heavy.

Those sharp eyes were staring straight ahead like an eagle. Several ferocious gray wolves were standing upright, growling, with murderous light flashing in their eyes, circling around him.

Although Steve managed to quickly defeat several wolves in the initial confrontation by taking advantage of the opponent's underestimation of the enemy, the number of enemies was too large.

Every time he tried to break through, new wolves would rush in and block his retreat.

His heart was beating like a war drum, and in his ears were the growls of the wolves and his own rapid breathing.

Steve's mind raced, recalling every bit of terrain and every possible escape route.

He knew that he couldn't keep wasting time like this and had to find a breakthrough, otherwise he would make a mistake sooner or later in this not very bright environment.

Mistakes mean failure or even death.

However, the wolves' encirclement was getting tighter and tighter, and Steve couldn't find any opportunity to break out. The air was filled with tension and danger.

Suddenly, the moon was blocked by clouds and the view suddenly became dim.

A wolf over two meters tall couldn't hold back any longer, so it suddenly jumped up and pounced on him.

Steve quickly dodged sideways and swung his shield like lightning, cutting through the wolf's body. Blood spurted out, staining the grass red.

The wolves were immediately enraged, roaring in unison and rushing towards Steve like a tide.

There was a fierce light flashing in their eyes, and their sharp teeth gleamed coldly in the moonlight, as if they wanted to tear Steve into pieces.

At this critical moment, a long stick appeared quietly in the darkness like a ghost and hit the wolf hard.

Each blow was as powerful as thunder. Within a few seconds, several wolves were knocked flying with screams. They fell heavily to the ground and struggled to get up.

The largest wolf stopped and turned its fierce eyes to the figure in the dark, and asked coldly, "Who is it?"

Its voice was low and threatening, as if it was about to pounce and bite at any second.

Steve also turned his head, his eyes piercing through the darkness, and finally saw the familiar figure. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart instantly turned into joy: "Matt, it's nice to see you. It's just that you saw me in such a mess."

Matt walked out from the shadows, the long stick in his hand flashing coldly in the moonlight, with a faint smile on his face: "Don't worry, Steve, I won't tell anyone about your embarrassing appearance."

"Haha, I don't mind."

Steve straightened his chest. With the appearance of Matt as a strong ally, he didn't have to think about breaking out. He could just kill all these wolves that didn't look like good guys right here.

The leader seemed to sense the sudden change in the atmosphere, and sneered, revealing his sharp fangs, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "You think you'll be fine if you have help, you all have tonight..."

However, before it could finish its words, a straight long stick stabbed in front of it like lightning, forcing it to swallow the rest of its words.

The leader wolf's pupils suddenly contracted, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "How fast!"

Although surprised by the opponent's speed, the wolf leader was not afraid. Its claws blocked in front of it like a phantom, holding the long stick tightly.

Although the leader wolf was surprised by the opponent's speed, there was no fear in its eyes.

The wolf claw quickly blocked in front of the body like a phantom, firmly grasping the attacking long stick and completely blocking the opponent's attack.

The corners of Matt's mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He twisted his hands and quietly pulled the sword out from the middle of the long stick. His movement was as swift as the wind. The sword edge drew a graceful semicircle in the air, and with a sharp cold light it went straight to the vital point of the wolf leader.

Puff! The wolf leader covered his throat that was cut by the sharp blade, and blood gushed out like a spring. His eyes dimmed instantly, and his once sharp eyes were now filled with pain and unwillingness.

It staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground weakly, its body twitching, and gradually losing its life.

Steve raised his eyebrows and looked at the fallen wolf leader in surprise. He didn't expect that the opponent he had fought with for so long would be defeated so easily by Matt. Only now did he realize the true strength of this usually low-key teammate.

The surrounding wolves stopped moving, focused their eyes on their leader, and gradually showed looks of fear on their faces.

If even such a powerful leader couldn't resist that move, what else could they do?

Going up there would just be suicide.

A low whimpering sound came from the wolves, as if they were mourning the failure of their leader.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with retreat and fear. Every wolf could read the same emotion in their companion's eyes: run away, or you will die.

In an instant, the wolves fled in all directions like a broken beehive, and their figures looked particularly desolate in the moonlight.

Matt was too lazy to chase after the frightened wolves. He put his sword back into the iron stick and walked in front of Steve.

"Captain, are you okay?"

"It's OK, just a little exhausted."

Steve took a breath and asked, "Matt, have you met Bucky and T'Challa?"

Matt shook his head. "No, I was alone in the grassland. I didn't meet anyone else or even any other creatures except you."

"Then I'm the same as you. Could it be that the second floor is just a prairie?"

Steve said regretfully, "If I had known, I would have left a wolf to ask."

"Same now."

Matt chuckled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and slowly walked towards a wolf lying on the ground. The wolf was motionless, as if it had lost its life.

However, Matt's keen ears caught the thunderous sound of its heartbeat, which shook his eardrums again and again.

He stopped, raised his long stick, aimed at the wolf's heart, and stabbed it hard.

However, just as the stick was about to pierce the wolf's body, a wolf claw suddenly stretched out and firmly grasped the long stick.

The evil wolf slowly opened its eyes, with pain and anger flashing in them. It was obviously seriously injured, and the strength of its claws seemed a little weak.

"You're not pretending anymore? Then can you answer some of our questions? Otherwise, you know the consequences."

Matt's words were filled with coldness.

Steve also walked over and looked down at the weak wolf.

"Now all your companions have escaped, and no other wolf can save you. If you can answer our questions, we can let you go."

A trace of struggle flashed in the wolf's eyes: "You will really let me go?"

"why not?"

"Okay, I'll say it"

(End of this chapter)