Chapter 968: Guess who I am

The demon soul, who had been arrogant in the face of Monak, had shrunk into a ball at this time, because the eyes of the Leopard God were like purple searchlights, and two small beams of light were emitted, which looked up and down thoroughly.
"Strange, how could such a little demon provoke humans of your level? Is it full of magma in its brain?" Leopard God retracted his gaze, his head tilted, and the cat's face showed a puzzled expression.
Monak stretched his hands towards Su Ming: "Look, I said it has magma in its head."
Isn't this nonsense? If it weren't for this demon to be so mentally retarded, Su Ming would still be worried about its conspiracy.
"So did you see anything?"
Su Ming took out the tribute wrapped in paper from his belt. This was the leftovers after eating lamb shabu with Lao Zheng during the day. It was originally planned to feed the cat when, but now it is ready to use.
The Leopard God hooked his tail silently, and the paper bag disappeared.
"I have read all its memory, what do you want to know?"
"Look where they got Captain America. By the way, Captain America is a handsome blond man. He likes to hold a shield with a five-pointed star in his hand and has an American-style butt."
Monak described the image of Steve to the Leopard God to make it easier to find it in the memory that he reads, and he pressed his own back waist strongly, making gestures of what Captain America's body is.
The leopard god's eyes became sharp, it stared at Monak, and after a while it turned to look at Su Ming.
"Master Mage, I think your subordinate is like a fool. He actually thinks that describing the hip shape is helpful to find someone, and I am a god. Although I am only the patron saint of Wakanda, I still know the active Captain America on earth. ."
Su Ming shrugged, showing a regretful expression: "In fact, humans in South America are more uplifted. Captain America is of Irish descent and is too far away from America."
Monak had no love, and his eyes were numb: "Are we going to find people anymore? Is it interesting to study the composition of American immigration?"
"Well, Leopard God, can you tell us where Captain America is?"
Su Ming said enough jokes and asked about business.
The Leopard God licked the back of his paws, the black fur appeared shiny and greasy, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, presumably he had secretly observed what was in the paper bag.
"He and another woman are trapped on the bottom of the sea, in the depths of the Mariana Trench. I will give you the coordinates, but how to save people is your business."
Su Ming licked his teeth and let out a short sigh: "His trip is worth it..."
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Steve and Peggy were trapped in bubbles, and now they are both hungry and cold.
After all, this is the bottom of the sea, a place where there is never sunlight. If it weren't for some strange lights around, they would really not be able to see things too far away.
But even if you can see it, what you see is only a desolation. Except for the obvious man-made objects, even the ground is bare rock.
"Are you ok?"
Steve was gesturing and yelling again, finally let Peggy understand what he meant.
Peggy's physical fitness, even if he was injected with leech medicine, was not as strong as the person who injected the SSS serum. After all, the birth of leech medicine is not to create super soldiers, but to make durable ‘tools’.
Her condition is a bit worse, but the perennial agent training has prevented her from showing it.
She smiled and nodded to Steve, and at the same time gestured to make him think of something quickly. Some things can only be done by super soldiers.
But what can Steve do? If he implements other people's plans, he is absolutely fine to overcome difficulties. But when it comes to quick wit, he is really not the kind of person with a particularly bright mind.
It wasn't that he was not clever, it was that he had no inspiration, and he was a little bit at a loss when facing things he hadn't seen.
For example, when he flew a plane, because he had never flew it before, he only knew that he was holding the rudder and was planning to hit an iceberg. If the death knell hadn't appeared in time, he wouldn't know what would happen to him now.
Can you still live? Can you still be with Peggy?
So since that time, he has selectively forgotten the death knell kidnapping Dr. Erskine and taking away the remaining serum.
He has his own set of criteria for judgment and behavior. Captain America is not entirely on the American stand. He represents simple folk values, such as emphasizing love and righteousness.
Besides, the entire SSR has no choice but to take the death knell, what else can he do?
In other words, this bubble is really strong, and it won't break even if you hit it. It's still full of sea water outside, and the head is dark and you can't see the depth. How can you 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 some images appeared. A man with a purple hood was looking at them on the other side of the screen.
"Captain America...it's been a long time."
The other person spoke in standard German, and Steve felt as if he had heard this tone somewhere, but he frowned and couldn't remember it.
"who are you?!"
"Me? Don't you remember me? I'll write a reminder for you." The purple masked man touched the back of his hand with some interest, and then raised a finger: "You have beaten me countless times... ..."
"Red Skull! So it was you! What do you want to do?!" Steve immediately understood. If anyone has been beaten by him the most times, then it must be Red Skull.
Of course, he was beaten by the red head many times and suffered a lot, so he immediately took out his brave and fearless heroism and shouted at the image with a serious face.
The man with the purple hood: "...not right."
"Huh? Then...is it the domineering? Bastard! Let us go, we will go one-on-one, and I can fight you all day!" Although Steve doesn't have a shield in hand, he is alone. Zun is also his old opponent, he still has some confidence.
"...Still wrong."
Although the purple hooded man was still sitting behind the desk, his hands were already shaking, as if to restrain his anger.
"Is it Zemo? You got a new mask? What's the conspiracy?!"
Steve stretched out a finger and slammed the bubble with the gesture of "Uncle Sam needs you".
"Scum! Do you think of those people? You beat me down like a clown amidst military music and surrounded by countless fallen women, at least thirty times a week! You have to step on my'corpse' Read what a corporate advertisement!"
The purple-robed man stood up, his fingers twitching in his wide sleeves, as if he wanted to jump from the screen to strangle Steve.
Speaking of this, it would be silly if you don't understand it anymore. Thirty-seven shows a week are the number of times Steve has been on stage to perform embarrassing repertoires.
What are you playing? Americans all know that the classic repertoire-punching the mustache, not only has to knock down the leader of NAZI beautifully, but also step on a foot with a long and long advertising slogan.
From spicy strips to hot pot, from stockings to cosmetics, he almost blew all the products that Wilson had.
Until now, there are traces of glue left over from the cheat sheet on the inside of Captain America's shield.
"Aren't you dead?! You Fax devil!"
Steve thought it was Zemo or Red Skull's Hydra, but if it was Moustache who had come back from the dead, then the next problem would be big.
The idea of ​​centralization of state power still has a market in today's world, and as long as the mustache shouts, many poisonous plants will emerge in South America, which is the back garden 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. SSR searched for ten years and still made no progress.
After all, those local countries are very uncooperative, they have their own calculations, and for the group of people without a leader, the victorious countries have no intention to trace it to the end.
The war has ended, and now the chief enemy has become a red bear. Who remembers the iron cross?
Even Britain and the United States are a little bit unhappy because of the problem of sharing the loot, let alone other countries.
Seeing Steve recognize himself, the head of state calmed down and sat down slowly, playing with a pen in his hand: "It's good to recognize me, but I am no longer the me who used to be. From now on, You will only remember my new name, the root of hatred."
"What are you going to do?!" Peggy digested the previous information at this time~EbookFREE.me~ Although she was still behind bars, she tried to ask more valuable information.
At least it needs to be recorded. If you can't kill yourself, then the information on the body may be found by allies.
Mustache looked at her: "British, if there is no Yankee, you are not my opponent at all, you are not qualified to ask me questions. But for the sake of Captain America... Captain, I would like to ask You, have you been to Berlin after the war?"
"...No." Steve has no habit of lying, even in the face of famous humans and demons, he will not rely on deception tactics.
People who hold shields are all like this, their personality likes to go straight and not bend around.
The head of state nodded, and he sighed: "I lost the last war. After the war, I have been back to Berlin and Washington in the United States for so many years. Everything I saw made me hate. It's getting higher and higher."
"No matter what you see, that person's opinion is only one-sided. Surrender, and the court will give you a fair judgment."
Steve yelled righteously, no matter how you look at it, his situation is worse.
But Mr. Wilson once told him that this kind of skill called mouth-cannon is just like shouting the winning ticket.
If you don't have any reason, you have to entangle yourself and disturb the other person's thinking; once you have a reason, you have to show the world's righteousness in your hands and shine.
He did this perfectly, at this time he was not alone, not alone! At this moment, it seems that there are thousands of Americans standing with him, behind him there are the Stars and Stripes waving in the wind.
Peggy looked at him with admiration, her eyes full of love, and she was so inferior that she had the courage to persuade him to surrender, and he was indeed the man she loved.
He must have a way to escape here. He is so confident knowing that Mustache can't kill them?
What a man!