The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The door falls again.

Even Si Danfang, who was kind enough to help them, had his left arm cut off ruthlessly by that man.

And if Steve hadn't reacted quickly, discovered Ichimaru Gin's intention in advance, and used that indestructible vibranium shield to block the fatal blow of the magic gun for Ji Danfang, I'm afraid that this man with a straightforward personality would have had his brain damaged by now.

Separated from the body.

The ground was dyed red with blood. Si Danfang was covering his broken arm, with beads of cold sweat oozing out from his face. He was biting his lips to prevent himself from screaming.

Nemu, who had watched the whole process in his eyes, couldn't help but sigh softly at this moment, secretly thinking that this guy Ichimaru Gin was too cruel. He clearly promised that he would just scratch the skin a little, and there was no need to go to this extent.

"Too cruel..."

Peter clenched his fists at the side, his previous smile completely gone: "Aren't they companions? Why...are they so cruel to their own people!"

Frank drooped his eyelids and looked back at the door silently, with inexplicable disappointment in his eyes: "Is this...Soul Society?"

"He's bleeding a lot!" Natasha frowned and said worriedly, "We don't have much medicine for such a big trauma. Considering the battle ahead..."

She didn't finish her words, but the others already understood her meaning.

The next battle will definitely be more brutal, and they don't carry much healing medicine. If they use it all on Si Danfang, it means that if they are injured in the future battle, they will not have any supply of medicine.

To save...or not to save?

As experienced agents, Barton and Natasha are more inclined not to rescue. Trading one person for the entire team is undoubtedly a loss-making deal.

"Are you...going to watch him die like this?" Peter was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see Si Danfang die in front of his eyes.

"Take all of us and exchange for one person?" Barton frowned and said: "I know you are kind, but the problem we are facing now is that we must preserve our strength, especially these supplies. It is impossible for SHIELD to send a second batch

!”

"Peter, sometimes we have to make such cruel choices." A look of self-mockery appeared on Natasha's face: "Making a choice between completing a mission and your companions is a problem that agents must go through. The number of these medicines is too large.

Less, we can’t waste it on someone we just met.”

"Have you forgotten?" Peter gritted his teeth and said, "If he hadn't opened the door for us, how could Xidanfang have been injured?!"

"save!"

At this time, Steve stood up and said in a strong tone as a leader: "No matter what, Sidanfang must be saved. He has helped us."

As the leader of the team, Captain America spoke, and even if Barton and Natasha were reluctant, they could only choose to obey his judgment.

"I hope you won't regret it." Barton took a deep look at Captain America, then took out twelve potions from his backpack and handed them to Peter: "One pill at a time. After injecting it, the wound can quickly heal."

Peter took the medicine, walked to the unconscious Si Danfang, and carefully injected the medicine into it.

Si Danfang is much larger than ordinary people, so it took seven or eight of them to make the wound on the broken arm condense into a scab. At the same time, the medicine has a powerful blood-increasing and hematopoietic effect, so Si Danfang, who lost too much blood, quickly recovered.

He woke up and turned around.

"How are you? Do you feel okay?"

Steve patted Sidanfang and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, if you hadn't helped us, you wouldn't have lost a hand."

"Thank you for saving me." Si Danfang touched his broken arm, with a hint of bitterness on his face, and shook his head: "When I met Captain Ichimaru Gin, it would be good if I could save my life. It's not a big deal with just one hand.

What."

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much."

Nemu walked over with her hands behind her back, tilted her head and said: "The meat supplement from the Technology Development Bureau can regenerate lost limbs. When the time comes, just go to the Seireitei and steal one and give it to him."

Technology Development Bureau...

Peter made a note of this in his mind, thinking that he could go there and steal a meat supplement from Sidanfang.

"But...how are we going to get in? Even if the Sidanfang can be opened again, that guy..." Steve looked at the door, thinking of the man who was as cold as a poisonous snake, and

I felt scared and palpitated for a while.

"I didn't plan to let you go through the main entrance." Nemu curled her lips and said, "Who knew you had to give it a try, but you bumped into that guy Ichimaru Gin. If you can survive, that's the best result."

"You mean, there is another way for us to get in?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Of course."

Nemu put her hands on her hips and said angrily: "If you hadn't been disobedient, we wouldn't have had to fight Ichimaru Gin at all!"

"Well......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone blushed.

Indeed, if they had not listened to the advice and insisted on entering through this main entrance, they would not have met Ichimaru Gin, and would not have lost the arm of Ji Danfang, so everything was brought about by them.

"Sorry, Nemu."

Steve deeply realized the consequences of impulsiveness: "We were too impulsive just now. What is the second solution?"

"This method is more risky."

Yin Meng raised a finger and said: "The first thing we have to do is find a place to live, have a good rest, and have a full meal, and then we can talk about this."

Steve failed to follow her thoughts for a moment. After being stunned for a few seconds, he looked a little hesitant: "But...Tony's side..."

"Oh, it's okay!"

Yinmeng waved his hand and said: "We still have at least a week, so there is no need to be in such a hurry. Besides, everyone's physical strength is exhausted, and so is your spiritual pressure. Even if you go in, you will be courting death."

"Captain, Miss Nemu is right." Natasha stepped forward and advised, "We have just entered Soul Society. Not only do we need rest, but we also need a lot of information. Don't be too anxious."

"Yes, I agree."

Frank, who had been silent, nodded slightly and agreed with Natasha's suggestion. He looked at Steve and said, "You are too anxious. This is not the mentality and level a team leader should have."

Steve was silent for half a second and reviewed his previous decisions. There was indeed a sense of impatience and even some unreasonableness in everything.

"Okay, I admit that I am a little too anxious. Everyone is really physically exhausted. Let's find a place to stay today and then discuss the next thing." Steve said.

"I think I can provide you with a place to stay." After hearing this, Si Danfang said enthusiastically: "Although it is relatively simple, you can still have a full meal."

...

Everyone followed Jidanbo to his residence in Rukongai. On the way, they also got to know more about the situation in Soul Society.

Si Danfang lives in the front area. The area of ​​the house is not small, and due to his size, it can be said to be very spacious, able to accommodate more than a dozen people.

In Soul Society at night, the temperature was a little cold, and everyone sat around the fire in the house, discussing the next action.

It wasn't until late at night that I fell asleep.

Steve sat on the stone bench outside the house, looking in the direction of Seireitei, with no indication of what he was thinking on his face.

"I know you didn't sleep."

Frank didn't sleep either. He walked over to sit next to him and asked, "Are you thinking about Tony or what happened during the day?"

"Both."

Steve was silent for a few seconds and said in a low tone: "What do you think the chances are that just the few of us can rescue Tony?"

"Huh, almost zero."

Frank shook his head and sighed: "We are just a knife. The key to deciding whether to rescue Tony lies in the person who controls the knife."

"Lord Carr..."

Steve's eyes were complicated, and his face under the moonlight was full of worry and solemnity: "Why do you think he hopes to rescue Tony more than us?"

"The reason is simple."

Frank patted his shoulder and said solemnly: "That's Tony. There must be an ulterior secret hidden in him that he doesn't want Soul Society to get."

"Take a step and take a look."

Steve rubbed his swollen temples and sighed: "I hope we can go smoothly from now on and there won't be any more troubles."