The Death Knell

Steve slowly opened his eyes. He felt a little dizzy, as if he couldn't breathe, but years of vigilance and fighting instinct allowed her to control herself with willpower.

He found that he was trapped in a transparent bubble, and he could feel the waves undulating around him, but that was it. The only thing he could move was his neck, and when he raised his head, he couldn't even see the sunlight on the sea.

God, no one ever said hell was a prison of water.

Steve thought this in his mind. He tried to clench his fists and break free from the shackles on his wrists. The transparent liquid should be water, but it was like elastic colloid. No matter how he tore and twisted, it would always remain the same. Binding him tightly.

It's like magic.

Captain America seems to have returned to the battlefield of World War II. The Nazi warlock troops also used magic. That was the period when he had the most frequent contact with magic.

But those warlocks who use submachine guns prefer flames and lightning, because they represent destruction, and dealing with those madmen is usually the task of the magic prince. He is the mage in the invasion group.

And water...in his memory, there was only one person who could control the water like this.

"Namor! Is that you?!"

He shouted in the bubble, but he had no idea how far the sound could travel underwater.

He heard a faint crashing sound beside him, turned around and saw that it was Paige.

She was locked in the same bubble, right next to him, and she was jumping up and down vigorously, making noises to attract Steve's attention.

Then she shouted loudly, but he couldn't hear her clearly, as if he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

So Paige quickly slowed down her speech and let Steve see the shape of her mouth.

"This is the bottom of the sea..."

Steve mouthed the words word by word, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me know, I will notify the press office."

He was just locked up and not blind. Of course he knew this was the bottom of the sea.

Peggy rolled her eyes. Steve was really unreliable sometimes, not as smart as Bucky.

Didn't he ever think about how the water pressure at the bottom of the sea prevented the two of them from being crushed into pies in the bubble? No matter who captured them, this ability is definitely unprecedented.

But both of them were alive, so the other party should have plans for the next step. She at least had to find out who the other party was and whether he was human.

Then it is best to escape, and if not possible, try to contact SSR.

Although he has retired from the army, in the secret service, one can hide for a while, but not for a lifetime. How can anyone get out of the mud cleanly?

At this time, they saw a humanoid creature swimming by not far away. It was a sturdy giant, about three meters tall.

He was also dressed strangely, wearing a pair of green pants and a hood on his head like a shark's head. His blue face was exposed from the shark's open mouth, like a man wearing a motorcycle helmet.

Paige closed her eyes. She was going to pretend to be unconscious and listen to the other party's intention.

When Steve saw this outfit, he always felt that it looked familiar. He shouted in the loudest voice: "Hey! Shark head! This way!"

I don't know if it was because the weirdo had sensitive hearing, or he came to them, but at this time he really focused on Steve.

He swam closer and placed his hand on Steve's bubble, transmitting sound through vibrations.

This weirdo's English is very substandard, but at least he can understand it: "...You, you, the prisoner, the king's."

"Who is your king?!" Steve found that things were unfolding in a direction he did not expect. He hoped that the sea, like the land, would be divided among various countries.

However, the shark man had no intention of explaining at all. He glanced at Paige again with his dead fish eyes, then turned and left, not caring about Steve's wish to communicate.

"Damn it!"

Steve blew out thick breath from his nostrils, and the air in the bubbles smelled like sea water.

Peggy opened her eyes and mouthed to him: "Is he from Namor?"

"..." Steve just frowned and was not sure: "I don't know, maybe it's someone from the U-Devil. After Germany was defeated, he disappeared with many U-boats."

Peggy looked at his performance and knew clearly in her heart. Although she didn't know how Steve confirmed the other party's power, these were really Neptune Namor's men.

Steve didn't want to admit it, but he was still holding on to his last glimmer of hope.

Although Namor has never gotten along with the people in the invasion group, he killed the Nazis with everyone, just along the way, and it was the same to him whether or not everyone was there.

But Captain America still regards him as a teammate.

He really didn't want to meet his old friend in battle, let alone at the bottom of the sea with Carter.

The surrounding situation is too unfamiliar now. Even if we can escape from this bubble, where can we go?

He wanted to see the other party's leader with his own eyes, and if it was really Namor, he wanted to ask why he did this.

.............................

Miyajima, in the courtyard of the Yamamoto family.

"The things in the grass have no smell and are not people." Logan threw away the cigar, the red light spots gradually dimmed on the snow, and white bone claws grew from his hands.

Logan has lived with wolves in Canada for a long time. He still prefers to rely on his well-developed sense of smell to identify various creatures.

Natasha turned on the pistol safety, and she and Logan blocked the bedroom door back to back, as more grass shook and made rustling sounds.

In the dark night, it's like there's some monster hiding inside.

"Are you sure? There's no smell?"

Her focus seemed to be different, so she emphasized this sentence again.

Morgan got angry when asked, and said no, no, that's what's bad about Mao Mei, she's not obedient like Japanese women at all.

He replaced his answer with action. He directly exerted force on his legs, and his two hairy thighs were exposed from under his yukata, and he pounced on the nearest bush like a toad.

"Swish swish..."

There was a sound so dense that it sounded like a heavy rain washing leaves. Logan, who had no way to rely on him in mid-air, was hit by a flying needle suddenly shot out of the grass.

In just the short time it took to fly into the air, the entire front of the person was pierced, as if he had thrown himself onto a cactus.

But these injuries were neither painful nor itchy to him. He fell into the grass, waved his bone claws, and a strange-looking thing was pierced through his fist.

He picked it up and looked at it carefully in the moonlight.

This is a large doll with its upper body dressed like a geisha, holding a shamisen in its hand and wearing a pink embroidered kimono.

But it has no lower body, and there are thin tracks below the waist, which must be used for movement.

The strange thing that had stopped operating at this time opened its jaw exaggeratedly, revealing a honeycomb-like structure inside, from where the densely packed thin needles were shot.

"Japanese doll? Is this a gift you gave me?" Logan threw the doll on the ground and chopped off its head with a bone blade. This thing was made of wood and metal, and a cluster of stubble burst out from the broken part. Faint Mars.

Natasha didn't mean to relax at all: "I don't know you are getting married today, how can you bring gifts? Be careful, these things feel very weird."

The pale-faced Japanese-style doll used the tracks but did not leave any traces on the snow. He had deliberately made himself realize that everything was wrong.

"Haha? Are you still afraid of this thing?" Wolverine showed a pure manly smile, and wiped away dozens of fine needles in front of him as if stroking his beard. The tiny blood droplets that emerged made him blush. : "This kind of thing is called Senbon in Japan, and it is a ninja weapon used to pierce acupuncture points, but these toys do not recognize acupuncture points, so they are not a threat to me."

"Oh? Do you recognize the legendary acupuncture points and tendons?" Natasha guarded the door to prevent others from being slandered.

"I...that's, haha, cough!" Logan turned his head and threw himself towards another bush.

But he didn't need to do anything. Various Japanese dolls came out of the grass everywhere. They had different hairstyles, different clothes, and different musical instruments in their hands.

Each doll's jaw dropped, and the silver light under the moonlight densely blocked all directions around Logan.

In the next moment, he lost control of his body and fell to the ground in the snow. The front of his body looked like it was covered with long silver hair.

After firing Qianben, these dolls made no more offensive moves. Instead, they began to control various musical instruments in their hands and played ancient Japanese folk songs.

The only problem is that the user of the shamisen was broken by Logan before. This piece of music is like a machine with missing gears. It was originally a desolate piece of music in the middle of the night that was strange enough, but now the flawed piece of music is more like a ghost. moan.

Fortunately, everyone in the Yamamoto family drank a lot tonight, and Ichiro even rewarded the servants with drinks, so there was so much movement here and no one came out to check, otherwise they would definitely be scared.

Natasha rolled her eyes, she knew this would happen.

After adjusting her widow's sting a few times, she lightly bumped the two bracelets, and an invisible electromagnetic wave was emitted.

And those weird dolls instantly tilted their heads and became motionless.

"Help me..." Logan, who fell in the snow, blew the snowflakes and made a sound with difficulty.

Natasha walked over, looked at the dolls with interest, and then helped Logan up.

She grinned slightly in disgust and pulled the needles out of him one by one.

"You don't know the acupuncture points? I don't need to recognize them to see them."

"It's poisonous... on the needle." Logan's lips were bruised and he reminded tremblingly. He felt as if his heart was about to explode.

Natasha snorted. Things like needles, small blades, and thin steel wires all need to be quenched. Isn't this common sense?

The female agents of SSR should not be able to do this, but Leviathan's Red House teaches various poisoning methods.

Her body escaped from that hell, but the memory could not be forgotten. She could only try her best to ensure that this memory was used for a better purpose.

Now that she saw Wolverine in this state, she was a little glad that she didn't face the trees like Logan. These beautifully trimmed pine trees in the Japanese garden were really an eyesore in the winter. If deciduous trees were planted, wouldn't there be no such hidden danger? .......

"There's nothing I can do. I don't have an antidote. Let's just fight it off."

Natasha probably pulled out a few pieces, and now Logan looks like a bald rooster, but he can still move.

She tried it with emp just now, and all the dolls were paralyzed, indicating that although the outer shell is made of wood, electricity is still used inside.

These are robots created by combining Japanese tradition with modern technology. Her first priority now is to determine who they are aimed at.

Is it the little uncle? Or yourself?