The Death Knell

Before Natasha left, Su Ming simply found a typewriter and began to 'write' several of Leviathan's plans on the spot in the suite. The typed documents were placed on different background boards, and the Black Widow used micro The camera captured it, and she only carried microfilm when she 'absconded'.

On the one hand, this would prevent Fury and the others from verifying the details of the original document; on the other hand, as long as some of the things in the document matched up, it would prove Natasha's reliability.

Of course, being locked up for a period of time is unavoidable, but there are many cobweb girls in the 'Logistics Department' now, and Natasha's life is absolutely guaranteed.

Those spider web agents don't go out of their way to climb up. Not every agent's mission requires reaching a high level.

The correct method is to ensure that each level of SHIELD in the future has its own person. This can ensure the breadth of intelligence. Some people will infiltrate the scientific department, some will specialize in the administrative department, and some will infiltrate the combat team, and even have someone dedicated to counterattack. Spy Service.

Yes, the more spy agencies are, the more they pay attention to the construction of their own counter-intelligence departments.

"Okay, don't give too much sweetness at once. First, take the 'Red Guard' and 'Echo' projects as your certificate of nomination. Pass by the Spider Web Headquarters and pick up a leech potion. But don't worry, it has been modified by the adjutant. It is currently The world’s scientific research capabilities cannot be replicated.”

Natasha finished taking pictures of the papers on the table, flipped through a few pages, and threw them into the fireplace.

"Are these all real? Project Red Guard and Project Echo?"

Su Ming nodded. Maybe for some people these are secrets, but not for him. He knew that these things existed, he just needed to write them down in his own language.

"The Red Guard is a branch of the Winter Soldier Project. The potions used are different. The former uses Captain America's blood secondary refining potion, while the Winter Soldier Plan uses stolen German goods. You can use it according to the specific situation. Decide whether to direct their thoughts towards the Winter Soldier project, but I guess they will definitely be interested during the Cold War."

"Has Captain America's blood been lost again?" Natasha felt helpless.

Su Ming shrugged and refilled the three glasses of wine. It was raining in Sochi today, and everything outside looked gray. I don’t know why, but the sky here seems very high, and the vast black screen is covered with silver threads as thin as ox hair.

"Maybe it was obtained on the battlefield. Steve was pouring blood everywhere in Europe. It may also be obtained from the US military. We still don't know how many agents Leviathan has in the United States. Just like We don’t know how many spies the SSR used to have on Mao Xiong’s side.”

"What about the Echo Project?" Natasha looked at the fire to ensure that the paper documents were completely destroyed, and she swayed the liquid in the wine glass very gracefully.

"Project Echo is Leviathan's plan to build secret bases under a large number of offshore drilling platforms of the Allied Powers to dock submarines, secretly transport nuclear weapons, and secretly transport or reserve troops. If the Cold War unfortunately turns to a hot war... .”

Su Ming looked at Natasha's little face, raised one hand and made a capsizing gesture.

Yes, don't doubt whether Leviathan has the courage to use nuclear bombs to clear the ground. Those madmen want to find their own place in the world, but their destination actually only has one, and that is the highest place.

Natasha smiled and raised a nice curve at the corner of her mouth: "World War III, do you want it to happen or not?"

"I actually don't care. As long as too many people don't die and the earth loses too many human resources, then problems can be rectified." Su Ming replied calmly, picked up the wine glass and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, reaching out and touching the seagull-printed The curtains opened the door to the balcony.

The temperature outside the window is about seven or eight degrees above zero, so the drizzle blowing in the wind has a hint of coolness. Looking at the Caucasus Mountains in the distance in the rain, the white snow is still vivid at high altitudes.

Su Ming ended the conversation. It was enough to talk about the mission. The rest could only depend on Natasha's own performance.

"What are your plans next?" In the evening, Natasha left after getting ready, and only Su Ming and Gin were left in the spacious suite.

Valkyrie walked to his side, reached out and closed the sliding door of the balcony, and the wind noise in the room suddenly became much quieter.

"Prepare a batch of fresh cannon fodder to cooperate with Natasha's acting, and then design a plan to have Leviathan and the new SSR confront each other to see if we can get Element Zero... Originally I didn't want to get involved in this matter, But when Zheng Xian said it, he reminded me that there is something like Element Zero that is useful. What about you? What other plans do you have?"

Su Ming put his arm around her shoulders, and both of them looked at the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier.

"I have to go to Vanaheim. The transformation of the economic system there has not been completed yet. If we plan to use it as a space port, I'm afraid we still have a long way to go." Gin sighed and put his head on his shoulder.

"Okay, let's take action now. I bought a nice piece of mountainous land in Maine last time. When I'm done, I'll build a house there. You know how to find me."

"Building a house? You?" Gin looked up at him with a strange expression.

Su Ming looked back with the same expression: "Is it weird that I can build a house? Although I don't say building a castle, at least there is no problem with a wooden house."

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Three days later.

New York Central Park.

A somewhat lost Steve is here...sketching?

In fact, he didn't draw anything meaningful. It had been a long time since he put down his pen. Let alone comics, he couldn't even complete a decent sketch.

Maybe it was too cold, which prevented his fingers from moving flexibly, at least to draw beautiful arcs.

He originally planned to come here, to this rare open space in the center of the city, to see how people live. He will be an ordinary person for a long time and feels that he needs to learn how to live alone normally.

It was a bit strange to sit on a park bench and stare at others in the middle of winter if he was empty-handed, so when he was cleaning up his old house, he took out the drawing board from his childhood.

'Much smaller than a shield. ’

As if it was an instinctive reaction, when he took the drawing board in his hand, this thought came to his mind at the first moment.

Then he realized, oh, the shield has been handed back, and he is no longer Captain America.

Not only him, but also the other Captain America he met before has disappeared, and no one knows where he went.

Just as he was looking at the messy lines on the paper and thinking, the snow on some branches fell into his neck, bringing him back to reality from his complicated thoughts. He thought he would see it on the treetops. Foraging sparrows or pigeons, but there was nothing there.

Not only that, the tips of the treetops swayed more and more, and the whole tree, or the trees in the entire park, were falling with snowflakes.

Steve immediately became alert. He put his sketchpad on his back and squatted down to touch the ground with his palms. The cold concrete clearly conveyed a vibration.

This irregular burst frequency reminded him of those days in the trenches during World War II.

Bombs, artillery fire, or even worse, like giant robots or self-destructing flying saucers.

But now was not the time to think about those problems. He quickly stood up and looked around in the cold wind, looking for black smoke or fire. If there was an explosion somewhere, something must have happened. This was New York, and the last invasion was still fresh in our minds.

But no, there were no obvious traces of explosions on the ground, and the sky in any direction was gray, the same color as in big cities.

"Underground?" Steve made a judgment immediately. When things involved fighting, he always reacted quickly.

Although he didn't have a good impression of places like sewers, especially where a doctor stuffed his stomach with rags, he still picked up a trash can lid not far from the bench and found the nearest The entrance to the sewer and jumped down.

Sure enough, after entering the sewer, the dark and deep corridor brought the sound of explosions and gunfire to his ears. It was like entering an underground blacksmith shop, and all kinds of chaotic noises poured into his ears.

Steve looked up at the place where he came down. There was a faint light shining in there, and facing the light, he could see a thin layer of dust falling from the top of the sewer.

The explosion was not far from here, and the sound came from Brooklyn to the east.

He opened his legs and ran in that direction. Although he was no longer the captain, he still wanted to protect the city.

He didn't know how many turns he had turned and how far he had run in the darkness. Just when he was slightly out of breath, he finally saw the faint light of fire, and the sound of gunshots became much denser.

And just at the next fork in the road, the sound of feet and the rushing sound of running on sewage can be easily distinguished among the gunshots.

Then, he saw a long red hair in the darkness, like dark red firewood, equally eye-catching in the dark place.

But when he saw that person, it was obvious that the person also saw him. Unlike a normal person who was being chased, the woman shot back and fired back, then turned around and ran towards him.

"Help!"

Steve didn't think much about it. A beautiful woman who looked young and was wearing a tight black jumpsuit was more believable than the group of people behind him who were holding submachine guns, wearing gas masks, and wearing black suits.

He immediately raised the trash can lid in his hand, blocked the woman's back, and fled quickly with her.

Her enemies, on the other hand, didn't say a word. They only fired and used various explosives. Therefore, strong air waves and hot bullets followed them closely, making the two of them move faster and faster.

"Are you Captain America?"

He heard the woman next to him ask in English with a Russian accent, and the expression on her face in the darkness looked a little surprised.

"No, I'm not." Steve became alert. Does the other party know him?

"No one else can use the shield like you, you must be Captain America." The woman spoke quickly, and before he could refute or explain, she added: "I am Natasha Romanoff, the former Levi Agent Tan, surrender to the SSR now, I have very important information to report to your leaders, which is related to the lives of hundreds of millions of people."

Steve frowned. Of course he knew about Leviathan, and he had dealt with those lunatics before. Although they were not hostile all the time, in most cases, the meeting between both parties would not have a pleasant outcome.

But thinking that the other party claimed to have information about hundreds of millions of lives, he decided to take her out of danger first and then verify the authenticity of the information.

"SSR has been disbanded, and I have been discharged from the military. However, I can help you, come with me!"