The Death Knell

The demon soul, which was still very arrogant when facing Monaco, had shrunk into a ball at this time, because the eyes of the Leopard God were like purple searchlights, emitting two small beams of light, looking at it thoroughly up and down.

"Strange, how could such a little devil provoke humans of your strength? Is his brain filled with lava?" The Leopard God withdrew his gaze and tilted his head, with a puzzled expression on the cat's face.

Monaco spread his hands towards Su Ming: "Look, I'll tell you it's filled with magma."

Isn't this nonsense? If this demon wasn't so mentally retarded, Su Ming would still be worried about its conspiracy.

"So what did you see?"

Su Ming took out the paper-wrapped tribute from his belt. It was the leftovers packed after eating mutton-boiled meat with Lao Zheng during the day. He originally planned to feed the cat some time, but it was just in time to use it now.

The Leopard God calmly flicked his tail, and the paper package disappeared.

"I've read all its memories. What do you want to know?"

"Look where they got Captain America. By the way, Captain America is a handsome blond man who likes to hold a shield with a five-pointed star in his hand and has an American butt."

While Monarch was describing Steve's image to the Leopard God so that it could search it in its memory while reading it, he also pressed his lower back hard and gestured to Captain America's toned figure.

The Leopard God's eyes became sharp. It stared at Monaco. After a moment, it turned to look at Su Ming.

"Master Supreme, I think your man is a fool. He actually thinks that describing the shape of the buttocks is helpful in finding someone. Moreover, I am a god. Even though I am only the patron saint of Wakanda, I still know about Captain America who is active on the earth. .”

Su Ming shrugged and showed a regretful expression: "Actually, the humans in South America are more wary. Captain America is of Irish descent and is too far away from America."

Monaco was hopeless, with a numb look in his eyes: "Do we still need to find someone? Is it interesting to study the immigration composition of the United States?"

"Okay, Leopard, can you tell us where Captain America is?"

Su Ming said he was done with joking and asked about serious matters.

The Leopard God licked the back of his paws, and the black fur looked shiny. His eyes narrowed to a slit, and he must have been secretly observing what was in the paper bag.

"He and another woman are trapped on the bottom of the sea. The location is deep in the Mariana Trench. I will give you the coordinates, but it is your business to save them."

Su Ming clenched his teeth and let out a short sigh: "His trip was worth it..."

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

Steve and Paige were kept in a bubble, and now they are both hungry and cold.

After all, this is the bottom of the sea, a place where there is never any sunlight. If it weren't for some strangely constructed lights around them, they really wouldn't be able to see things too far away.

But even if you can see it, what you see is just a desolate place. Except for the obvious man-made objects, even the ground is full of bare rocks.

"How are you?"

Steve gestured and shouted, finally letting Paige understand what he meant.

Paige's physical fitness, even if she was injected with leech medicine, was not as strong as the person who injected the SSS serum. After all, the creation of leech potion was not to create super soldiers, but to create durable 'tools'.

Her condition was a little worse, but years of agent training prevented her from showing it.

She smiled and nodded to Steve, while gesturing to him to think of something quickly. There were some things that only super soldiers could do.

But what can Steve do? If it comes to executing other people's plans and overcoming difficulties, he has absolutely no problem. But when it comes to quick wits, he is really not the kind of person with a particularly bright mind.

It's not that he's not smart, it's that he has no inspiration. Facing things he has never seen before, he is a little at a loss.

For example, that time when he was flying a plane, because he had never flown it before, he just held on to the rudder and planned to hit the iceberg. If the death knell hadn't appeared in time, he didn't know what he would have done now.

Can he still be alive? Can I still be with Paige?

So since that time, he has selectively forgotten that Deathstroke kidnapped Dr. Erskine and took away the remaining serum.

He has his own set of standards of judgment and code of conduct. In fact, Captain America does not entirely stand on the American side. He represents simple folk values, such as valuing love and justice, and repaying kindness in return.

Besides, the entire SSR has nothing to do with the death knell, what else can he do?

Speaking of which, this bubble is really strong and cannot be broken by a blow. The outside is still full of sea water, and it is pitch black above your head and you cannot see the depth. How can you escape like this?

If Bucky were here, would he be able to do anything?

Just as Steve was thinking eagerly, the bubbles in front of them fluctuated a few times, and some images suddenly appeared. A person wearing a purple hood looked at them on the other side of the screen.

"Captain America...Long time no see."

The other person spoke in standard German. Steve felt like he had heard this tone somewhere, but he frowned and couldn't remember.

"Who are you?!"

"Me? Don't you remember me? I'm here to write you a reminder." The purple masked man touched the back of his hand in a daze, then raised a finger: "You have beaten me countless times... ..."

"Red Skull! It's you! What do you want to do?!" Steve understood immediately. If there is anyone who has been beaten by him the most times, then it must be the Red Skull.

Of course, he had been beaten many times by that red head and suffered a lot, so he immediately showed his heroic spirit and shouted to the image with a serious face.

Purple hooded man: "...that's not right."

"Huh? Then... is he the Sovereign? Bastard! Let us go now. Let's fight one on one. I can fight you all day long!" Although Steve didn't have a shield in his hand, he was alone. Zun is also his old opponent, and he is still somewhat sure.

"..........still not right."

Although the purple hooded man was still sitting behind the desk, his hands were already shaking, as if he was restraining his anger.

"Is it Zemo? Have you changed into a new mask? What's the conspiracy?!"

Steve reached out a finger and poked the bubble with an 'Uncle Sam needs you' gesture.

"Scumbag! Do you think of those people? In the sound of military music, surrounded by countless fallen women, you beat me down like a clown, at least thirty times a week! And you also stepped on my 'corpse' What bullshit company slogan are you reading!”

The man in purple robe stood up, his fingers in his wide sleeves twitching, as if he wanted to jump across the screen and strangle Steve.

Speaking of which, you'd be a fool if you didn't understand. Thirty-seven shows a week was the number of times Steve had ever performed embarrassing plays on stage.

What to play? Americans all know that the classic play - Punch the Mustache, not only requires you to knock down the NAZI leader beautifully, but you also have to step on a foot and memorize a very long advertising slogan.

From spicy strips to hot pot, from stockings to cosmetics, he has almost tasted all the products Wilson Enterprises has.

To this day, there are still traces of glue on the inside of Captain America's shield that were left after the cheat sheets were posted.

"Aren't you dead?! You Fax devil!"

Steve originally thought it was Zemo or Red Skull's Hydra, but if it was Mustache who came back from the dead, then there would be a big problem.

The idea of ​​state centralization still has a market in today's world, and as long as the mustache raises its arms, many poisonous plants will appear in South America, which is the back garden of the United States.

After Germany's defeat in World War II, many Nazis fled to South America, changed their identities, or hid in dense rainforests. The SSR hunted them for ten years, but still made no progress.

After all, those local countries were very uncooperative and had their own agenda. As for the leaderless group, the victorious countries had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.

The war is over, and now the primary enemy has become the red bear. Who still remembers the Iron Cross?

Even Britain and the United States are slightly unhappy over the issue of sharing the spoils, let alone other countries.

Seeing that Steve recognized him, the head of state calmed down and sat down slowly, fiddling with a pen in his hand: "It's good to recognize me, but I am no longer the person I used to be. From now on, You will only remember me by my new name, Root of Hatred."

"What are you going to do?!" Paige now digested the previous information. Although she was still behind bars, she still tried to ask for more valuable information.

At least record it. If you are not killed, the information on the body may be found by allies.

Mustache looked at her: "British people, if there are no Americans, you are not my opponent at all, and you are not qualified to ask me questions. But for the sake of Captain America...Captain, I want to ask Have you ever been to Berlin after the war?"

"...No." Steve has no habit of lying. Even when facing a famous demon, he will not rely on deceptive tactics.

People who hold shields are like this, they like to go straight and don't beat around the bush.

The head of state nodded and sighed: "I lost the last war. In the years after the war, I have returned to Berlin and to Washington in the United States. Everything I saw made me feel hatred in my heart. It’s getting higher and higher.”

"No matter what you saw, that person's view is only one-sided. Surrender and the court will give you a fair verdict."

Steve shouted righteously, no matter how he looked at it, his situation was even worse.

But Mr. Wilson once told him that this skill called talking can be used to shout that victory is certain.

Even if there is no reason, you should still mess around and disrupt the other party's thinking; once you have the reason, you should show that the righteousness of the world is in hand and shine brightly.

He did this perfectly, he was not alone at this time, not alone! At this moment, it seemed as if tens of millions of Americans were standing with him, with the Stars and Stripes flying in the wind behind him.

Paige looked at him with admiration, her eyes full of love. She was so disadvantaged and yet had the courage to persuade him to surrender. He was indeed the man she loved.

He must have a way to escape from here. He is so confident knowing that Mustache can't kill them, right?

What a man!