Chapter 573 Give me some face

"Look at what you look like each and every one of you. You are so lazy that you are still a team. If another disaster strikes, I think we should just give up resistance in this state."

From the endless training ground, one could only see planes taking off like eagles in the distance. Nearby staff frequently entered the building to deal with various matters. Nearby, the Avengers were standing around without discipline, showing no sign of the military posture Steve emphasized.

Steve Rogers put his hands on his hips and his shiny white face was slightly red. He was also a little angry at the Avengers' performance. At first, only a few people were dissatisfied with his training methods, and Kuaiyin was the most dissatisfied. But now, most people don't want to train anymore, using the excuse that "training is useless" to be lazy and not train.

Steve doesn't expect these physical training to improve the Avengers' physiques, but just to let everyone learn to persevere and exercise endurance. You must know that in a difficult battle, endurance plays an even greater role than strength. As long as you have enough endurance, you can drag an enemy who is stronger than you to death.

Also, it is to calm down the impetuous minds of the Avengers. It is easiest to calm down when running long-distance without distracting thoughts. Calmness is one of the most important qualities for Avengers. They keep blaring all day thinking that I am the best in the world. Either that or he was just showing off his rhetoric to others, and he couldn't encourage this kind of arrogance.

At least, this can never happen in the Avengers.

"Captain, you see if we can train on our own, your old-fashioned training method is no longer applicable in modern times."

Kuaiyin wanted to say it a long time ago, but he was suffering from the fact that no one spoke for him. It was useless to jump around alone. Fortunately, now was the best time, because there were many people who would stand by him.

"Yes, Captain, if I have time to deal with these things, I think I can learn how to control my own energy exquisitely, and I can play a greater role in battle in the future." Wanda spoke to his brother.

"I also think so. I can generate a steady stream of power with this suit. What I need to train more is how to use the suit flexibly in combat." Rhodes also said.

Everyone was on Quicksilver's side, and Falcon was the only one on Captain's side.

"What do you think running exercises? It's about character and endurance, not what you said. Look at you now, you still don't look like an avenger at all. You can't even be a competent soldier, so why are you being an avenger?" Falcon was dissatisfied.

"We are not soldiers from the beginning to the end. We are at most agents. Avengers is just a nicer name." Quicksilver said.

"Do you still have a sense of collective honor?"

"Hey, it's about collective honor again. Sorry, I don't have it."

Falcon was just about to continue educating the ignorant boy Quicksilver, but Steve raised his hand to intercept his words, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said to everyone, "Since everyone is not satisfied with my training method, then, I will lead You go to Overwatch and see how they train every day, and we can follow their training methods.”

"That's good advice."

Quicksilver shook his head and nodded, and everyone else thought it was feasible. Overwatch performs very well in every battle, and the teamwork is particularly exquisite. There must be no lack of training in normal times. What the Avengers lack is this kind of teamwork and understanding.

It’s not bad to learn from the experience.

Overwatch base.

McCree was strolling in the small square, thinking about life. He held a cigar between the index and middle fingers of his left hand. The smoke was like twisted little snakes, spiraling up in the air.

He took a deep breath, then looked at the blue and white color on the horizon in despair, shook his head slightly, and the smoke exhaled from his mouth was dissipated as he shook his head. In the past, he would exhale smoke that looked like an onion ring. lock up.

"Life"

He sighed lazily, looking like an unappreciated talent, but he looked a bit slovenly and unshaven.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and his eyes fell into the distance. There, there was a sound of locomotives coming.

McCree frowned and walked slowly, holding a cigar in his left hand. His right hand naturally dropped to the seam of his trousers. Above it was a brown leather gun holster. The Peacekeeper stayed there quietly waiting for orders.

In fact, he didn't think they were terrorists. Terrorists were not idiots. How could anyone make such a big move and come to the Overwatch base in broad daylight? That would be simply asking for death.

Faintly, I felt it would be them. After all, the two sides have been getting closer recently, especially after Tracer and Witch established a deep friendship, and the relationship between the two forces has also been drawn closer.

Sure enough, the first person to show up was Captain America, who could be recognized at a glance even without the American flag uniform. Behind him were several Avengers, first the twin siblings, then Colonel Rhodes, Falcon, Black Widow, and Vision.

Thor returned to Asgard to become a respected highness, Hawkeye went home to enjoy the hot bed with his wife and children, Iron Man went home to continue his research and take a rest, and Hulk disappeared in his Quinjet fighter.

After greetings, McCree asked, "Where's Ant-Man? Didn't you recruit him?"

"He said to wait until the time is right."

"Well, he's a very unique person."

"What kind of personality, he just wants to live a good life with his wife and children for a few more days, and avoid the responsibilities that he should bear as an unusual person." Falcon said.

"Grant him this little wish. The world is quite peaceful now."

McCree took another puff of his cigar, then took out a delicate wooden box, opened the lid, and revealed a row of neatly arranged cigars.

"Havana cigars, would you like one?"

McCree handed them to them one by one, but no one took it, which made him very embarrassed, "Give me some face."

Rod reluctantly took one out of the box, wiped it across his nose, and then said with a moving look, "It smells so good."

The suddenly enlarged white of his eyes was particularly eye-catching, like a ray of starlight in the dark night.

"Where are the others?"

Steve's eyes moved away, and there was no one here except McCree.

"Everyone is busy with their own things in there, and I am the only idle person." McCree laughed at himself.

When Steve heard this, he felt at ease. Fortunately, the others were not as casual as McCree and set a wrong example. The watchers were all busy with their work, so it was a good opportunity to take them to see what they were doing all day long and what they were doing all day long.

I believe this huge gap will make them serious. As long as their attitude changes, this trip will not be in vain.

Led by McCree, they first visited the laboratories of Torbjorn, Winston, and Mercy. All of them were concentrating on research, but when they went to other places, the style of the painting gradually changed.