Chapter 970

The demon soul, who was still very arrogant in the face of monak, has shrunk into a group at this time, because the leopard God's eyes are like purple searchlights, emitting two small beams of light, which can see it thoroughly up and down.

"Strange, how can such a small devil provoke a human being of your strength? Is its brain full of magma Leopard God took back his eyes, his head was crooked, and the cat's face showed a puzzled expression.

Monak showered his hand to Su Ming: "look, I'll say it's full of magma in his head."

This is nonsense. If this demon was not so retarded, Su Ming would worry about his conspiracy.

"So what do you see?"

Su Ming took the paper wrapped tribute from his belt. It was the leftover food packed after eating instant boiled mutton with Lao Zheng during the day. He had planned to feed the cat when he was going to feed it, but now it's just for use.

The leopard God used his tail to hook it quietly, and the paper package disappeared.

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

"Look where they've got Captain America. By the way, he's a handsome blonde with a pentagram in his hand, and he's got American style buttocks."

While describing Steve's image to Panther God to facilitate his memory search in reading, he pressed his back waist hard to draw the figure of Captain America.

The leopard God's eyes become sharp. He stares at monak. A moment later, he turns his head to Su Ming.

"Supreme mage, I think your staff seems to be a fool. He thinks that it is helpful to find people by describing the buttocks. Moreover, I am a God. Although I am only the patron saint of vakanda, I still know the active captain of the United States on earth."

Su Ming shrugged his shoulders, showing a regretful expression: "in fact, the human race in South America is a little more cocky. The captain of the United States is of Irish origin, and it is too far away from America."

There was no love for him, and his eyes were numb: "do we want to find someone else? Is it interesting to study the composition of immigrants in the United States? "

"Well, Panther God, can you tell us where the captain of the United States is?"

Su Ming said enough jokes and asked about the business.

The Panther God licked the back of his claws. His black fur was shiny and his eyes narrowed into a slit. He must have observed what was in the paper bag secretly.

"He and another woman are trapped at the bottom of the ocean, deep in the Mariana Trench. I'll give you the coordinates, but it's up to you to save people."

Su Ming snapped his teeth and let out a short sigh: "his trip is worth it...

......

Steve and Peggy were locked in the bubble, and now they are both hungry and cold.

After all, this is the bottom of the sea, where there will never be sunlight. If it were not for some strange lights around, they would not be able to see things too far away.

But even if you can see it, it's just a desolation. In addition to obvious artifacts, even the ground is bare rock.

"Are you all right?"

Steve signed and yelled, and finally Peggy understood what he meant.

Peggy's physical fitness, even if injected with leech, is not as strong as the injection of SSS serum. After all, leech medicine was not born to create super soldiers, but to make durable "tools.".

Her condition is worse, but the years of secret service training, she did not show.

She nodded to Steve with a smile, and at the same time she made him think of something that only super soldiers could do.

But what can Steve do? If we talk about carrying out other people's plans and overcoming difficulties, he has absolutely no problem. But if he is quick witted, he is really not the kind of person with a very bright brain.

It's not that he's not smart, he's not inspired, and he's a little bit at a loss in the face of things he hasn't seen.

For example, he had never driven a plane before. He just held the rudder and planned to hit an iceberg. If the death knell didn't appear in time, he didn't know what he would be like now.

Can you live? Can you still be with Peggy.

So since then, he has selectively forgotten that the death knell took Dr. Erskine and took the residual serum.

He has his own set of criteria for judging and acting. In fact, the captain of the United States is not entirely in the position of the United States. He represents simple folk values, such as valuing affection and justice, and repaying gratitude.

Besides, the whole SSR has no way to take the death knell. What else can he do?

The bubble is really strong, and it can't be broken. It's still full of sea water outside. It's dark on the head and can't see the depth. How can it escape?

If Bucky were here, would he have a way?

Just as Steve was thinking eagerly, the bubbles in front of them fluctuated a few times, and suddenly there were images of a man in a purple hood looking at them on the other side of the screen."Captain America... Long time no see."

Steve felt as if he had heard this tone somewhere, but he frowned and couldn't remember.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Don't you remember me? I'll give you a hint. " The purple masked man touched the back of his hand, then put up a finger: "you have beaten me countless times..."

"red skull! It's you! What do you want to do? " Steve immediately understood that if anyone was beaten by him the most times, it must be a red skull.

Of course, he was beaten by that red head many times and suffered a lot of losses, so he immediately took out the heroic spirit of bravery, and solemnly called out to the image.

Purple hood man: "No

"Well? So... Is it exclusive? Asshole! Let's go, let's go one-on-one, I can fight you all day Although Steve didn't have a shield in his hand, duzun was his old opponent. He was still a little sure.

"... still wrong."

The purple hooded man, though still sitting behind his desk, had his hands shaking, as if restraining his anger.

"Is it ZEMO? You changed your face mask? What's the plot? "

"Uncle Sam, you need to poke a bubble out of your finger.".

"Scum! Do you think of those people? You beat me down like a clown in the sound of military music, surrounded by countless fallen women, at least 30 times a week! I want to step on my "corpse" and read some bullshit advertisement

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

At this point, it's silly to not understand it. There are 17 shows a week, which is the number of times Steve has been on stage to perform embarrassing plays.

What's on? As Americans all know, the classic play -- Punch mustache, not only needs to knock down the head of Nazi, but also step on one foot and carry a very long advertisement.

From spicy strips to hot pot, from stockings to cosmetics, he almost blew all the products that Wilson had.

Up to now, the inside of Captain USA's shield still has the glue traces left after pasting the scribble.

"Aren't you dead?! You fax devil

Steve thought it was ZEMO or red skull, but if it was mustache who came back from the dead, the next problem would be big.

There is still a market for the idea of state centralization in today's world, and as long as moustache lifts his arms, many poisonous plants will emerge in South America, the backyard of the United States.

After the defeat of Germany in World War II, many Nazis fled to South America, changed their faces, or hid in the dense rainforest. After ten years of searching for SSR, there was still no progress.

After all, the local countries are very uncooperative, they have their own calculations, and for the group of people without a leader, the victorious countries have no mind to trace to the end.

Now the bear's Cross is over. Who remember?

Even Britain and the United States are a little unhappy because of the problem of sharing stolen goods, let alone other countries.

Seeing Steve recognize himself, the Fuehrer calmed down and slowly sat down with a pen in his hand: "it's good to know me, but I'm not the same as I used to be. From now on, you will only remember my new name, the root of hatred."

"What are you going to do?" Peggy then digested the previous information, although still in prison, she still tried to ask for more valuable information.

At least record it. If you can't kill yourself, the information on the body may be found by allies.

Moustache looked at her: "British, if there were no Yanks, you would not be my opponent at all. You are not qualified to ask me questions. But for the sake of Captain America... Captain, I want to ask you, have you ever been to Berlin after the war? "

"... No Steve has no habit of telling lies, and he doesn't rely on deception tactics even in the face of famous demons.

People with shields are like this. They like to be straight and straight, not to be crooked.

The head of state nodded, and he sighed: "in the last war, I lost. In the years after the war, I went back to Berlin and went to Washington in the United States. Everything I saw made the hatred in my heart even higher."

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

Steve solemnly exclaimed, "no matter how you look at it, it's his own situation that's even worse.".

But Mr. Wilson once told him that this skill, called muzzle gun, is to win.

If you have no reason, you should also mess around and disturb the other party's thinking; once you have the reason, you should show the justice of the world in hand and be brilliant.He did it perfectly, and at this time he was not alone, not alone! At this moment, it seems that there are tens of millions of Americans standing with him, with the stars and stripes flying in the wind behind him.

Peggy looked at him admiringly with love in her eyes. She was the man she loved when she was so inferior and had the courage to persuade him to surrender.

He must have a way to get out of here. He is so confident that mustache can't kill them?

Good man!

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