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Chapter 140 I won't give it to you, you're not allowed to take it.

The moment the third [Dejected Gaze] fell.

Bucky Barnes's mind was completely a jumbled mess.

Let alone continuing to execute the command.

The Winter Soldier members are now almost confused about who they are.

Arryn the Joker's "Desperate Gaze" not only completely shattered the Winter Soldier's willpower, but also broke Dr. Zola's mental control over him, as well as the relentless brainwashing of Bucky Barnes by Hydra's numerous hypnotists.

It restored his will to its original state.

Numerous fragments of memory kept flashing through the Winter Soldier's mind.

Among these fragments of memory.

It contains his childhood memories of his parents;

He also shared his experience growing up alongside Captain America, Steve Rogers;

There is also the trepidation of entering the battlefield for the first time, the confusion when facing a hail of bullets, and the growth after experiencing the brutal war.

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In addition, there was the despair of falling into the icy valley cliff;

And the experience of being secretly rescued by Hydra, and the continuous hypnosis and brainwashing day and night;

Even the Winter Soldier still remembers the chilling memories of his missions after being trained by Hydra to be a killing machine.

Countless fragments of memory intertwined and flashed repeatedly before his eyes.

He couldn't tell whether he was Bucky Barnes, a Union soldier, or the Winter Soldier of Hydra.

"ah!!!"

After letting out a mournful roar, Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, who had already withstood three of Erin's [Despair Gaze] and was mentally fragile, finally succumbed to the high-frequency stimulation of the memory fragments and fainted, clutching his head in pain.

It's too late to say it.

That happened so fast.

From the moment the Winter Soldier appeared at the stairwell and attacked the Joker Arryn, only a few seconds had passed.

The Winter Soldier, considered Hydra's trump card, was knocked unconscious by Erin.

At this time.

Crossbones and the others, who had just been hit by the grenade that Erin had thrown back to the fourth floor, had just scrambled to their feet.

"waste!"

Through the gaping hole blasted by the grenade, seeing how quickly the Winter Soldier had been taken down by the Joker, "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow couldn't help but curse him as a piece of trash in his mind.

However, at the same time, "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow also developed extreme vigilance towards this guy wearing the clown mask.

If the opponent could quickly eliminate the Winter Soldier, whose combat ability was even superior to his own, then he could also eliminate him just as quickly.

Thinking about this...

Without hesitation, "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow grabbed the Iron Monger's head and ran towards the rooftop on the fourth floor.

As he ran, "Crossbones" Rock Rumlow didn't forget to shout, "Cover me!"

Although they were also somewhat apprehensive, these well-trained Hydra agents did not hesitate to draw their pistols and begin firing at the Joker Erin below.

To become Hydra's carefully selected agents, these agents, aside from anything else, are all highly skilled marksmen.

Five or six Hydra agents opened fire simultaneously, firing rapidly in short bursts, creating a scene reminiscent of a hail of bullets.

After dodging the bullets that kept coming at them, which sprayed sparks on the ground.

The clown Erin flicked his wrist.

A brand new deck of cards appeared in his hand.

"The cards are being dealt!"

The moment the slender, long fingers lightly touched the deck of cards, a mysterious change occurred, making the deck even more dangerous.

With a light flick of the finger.

The gleaming playing cards spun like knives, roaring as they shot from his fingertips, tracing a white arc through the air as if the very air itself had been sliced ​​apart.

It instantly pierced the forehead of a Hydra agent.

The death of this Hydra agent was not the end, but rather the beginning of a visual feast.

With a flick of his wrist, the clown Erin casually tossed out one playing card after another.

A "whoosh whoosh..." sound came from inside the room.

Those ordinary cards, in Erin's hands, seemed to transform into the sharpest blades, scattering like petals from the hole blasted by the grenade on the fourth floor, heading towards the Hydra agents who were being overwhelmed on the fourth floor.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

Cards gleaming with a cold light rapidly tore through the special protective suits, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the Hydra agents.

Some cards even sever the hardest bones in the human body.

In that instant, countless cards spun wildly, turning the seven or eight Hydra agents on the fourth floor into pincushions.

Even Locke Rumlow, who was clinging to the Iron Monger's head and trying to escape the house by running to the rooftop, had his throat slit by a Joker card, and collapsed in a pool of blood, clutching his neck.

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He used his spiritual vision to scan the surroundings again.

After no other aura was detected,

Clown Erin strolled leisurely up the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor with cheerful steps.

Then came Locke Rumlow, "Crossbones," who lay on the fourth-floor stairs, looking utterly dejected.

At this moment, Locke Rumlow's outstretched hand was only a few dozen centimeters away from the door on the fifth-floor rooftop.

It seemed that if "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow took just one more step forward, he could break free from the shackles of fate and push open that rusty steel door.

"To find out my address so clearly, your intelligence capabilities must be quite impressive?"

"It's just a pity... why did they have to give up being a perfectly good Hydra agent and come looking for trouble with me?"

"Are you... trying to kill yourselves by dying too soon?"

After kicking the Iron Monger's head, which was being held tightly in the arms of "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow, aside.

With a flick of his wrist, the clown Erin tossed another card with a clown image onto the center of the opponent's forehead.

When the clown Erin saw the clown card stuck between his eyebrows, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then he crouched down and, facing the already deceased "Crossbones" Locke Rumlow, said calmly:

"If you meet me again in your next reincarnation, remember this: you are not allowed to take anything that I don't want you to give me."

The Clown Erin studied the Iron Monger's head for several days without finding anything useful, so he casually tossed it into a corner of the room. But...

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(Don't wait, everyone. I'll post one chapter tonight. I'll make up for the 2 AM chapter tomorrow at noon.)

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