Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 782 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

Vienna, Special Confinement Prison.

The walls of the prison are made of several layers of adamantine alloy, each of which is about half a meter thick. It is integrally formed with no gaps. It is strong enough to resist the frontal attack of air-to-surface missiles, and it is impossible to break through it with manpower.

At least thirty minutes ago, everyone thought so.

After receiving the alarm that the prison was broken, Grant quickly led a large number of team members back, but the scene that caught his eye made everyone present shudder.

That half-meter-thick fine gold alloy wall was actually punched out by someone.

The area of the notch is not very large, but it is more than enough for one person to pass through.

And around the gap, after being violently collided, cracked metal traces spread all over it, and those densely intertwined tortoise cracks suddenly formed a hideous skeleton demon image.

It is impossible to imagine what kind of blow could tear this metal wall apart.

Touch the wall with your fingers and slide along the cracked lines of the metal, as if you can still feel the remaining fist intent, full of destructive power of extinction and malice, like a terrifying punch like a demon.

"I need an explanation, Researcher Vulcan."

Grant's eyes were gloomy, blue veins bulged on his handsome face, and he suppressed his anger and asked: "You have repeatedly assured me that with the output of Steve Rogers' spiritual power, it is absolutely impossible to escape from this cell, What's going on now?!"

"This...it's impossible!"

A scientific researcher in a white coat, after seeing the destroyed metal wall, wanted to cry without tears: "I have created a prison that Rogers absolutely cannot break through based on Rogers' past spiritual power level, I... ...I don't know what's going on."

"You have disappointed me, Vulcan."

Grant took a deep look at him, swung his palm into a knife decisively, and said coldly, "We don't need a useless person."

The agent next to him understood it, and when he pulled out the pistol, it was a shot.

With the plume of white smoke rising from the muzzle, the researcher named Vulkan was shot in the head and fell down with a hint of shock.

For Vulkan, who died suddenly, the surrounding agents responded indifferently.

It was as if the person who had just died was not their comrade, but an insignificant person, and no one accused Grant's ruthlessness, but only efficient actions.

Two men dragged Vulkan's body away, while the rest awaited the next order.

Grant first notified his superiors. After receiving a scolding, he hung up the phone with a gloomy face. After thinking for a while, he dialed a secret number again.

"I need the Winter Soldier."

"Understood, the Winter Soldier will be arriving soon, and I hope you have a good time together."

After the brief conversation was over, Grant glanced over the faces of the surrounding agents and said fiercely: "Find me the traces of Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff, I want to know their detailed locations! "

"Maybe...we can use Sora."

An agent suggested in a low voice: "Although the Insight project has not been completed, the satellites have been deployed, and the Sora algorithm should be able to lock them."

"Then go apply!"

Grant gritted his teeth and anger rose in his eyes: "I don't care what method you use, find them for me within eight hours!"

United States, New Jersey.

An ordinary car, driving on the spacious highway.

"This is the car I borrowed, can you put your feet down?"

The man who was driving seemed a little helpless, and said to the woman beside him.

"It's a surprise, Captain America actually smashes the car." The woman in the peaked cap raised her head, with a few strands of red hair slipping down her temples, and smiled: "Can you tell me where you learned this trick? "

"Nacui Germany, and I borrowed this car."

Steve affirmed again, glanced at the woman next to him, and couldn't help asking: "Natasha, should you also confess to me, what exactly did Fury give you?"

"Sorry, Captain, I can't tell you."

Natasha shrugged and looked out the window with a blurred look, and said, "Some secrets are destined not to surface from the moment it was born. I hope you can understand me."

"Then I'll change the question."

Steve clenched the steering wheel tightly and said solemnly, "SHIELD... what happened?"

"I can't answer you this question, because even I don't know." Natasha sighed and said, "The only thing that is certain is that S.H.I.E.L.D....is controlled by another force. Well, they're lurking so deep that none of us see it."

"You asked us to come to New Jersey at Fury's order?" Steve asked again.

"Not all, the main reason is it." Natasha held a memory disk between her fingertips and said lightly: "I stole it from Grant, and deciphered a coordinate in it. The location is in New Jersey."

"Wait...Aren't you caught?" Steve looked stunned: "When I went to rescue you, both of your hands were tied, how did you steal it from him? this USB flash drive?"

"Come out, Momo."

Natasha snorted softly, and the purple-green smoke rose, forming a humanoid creature: "Introduction, this is my puppet 'Momo', the special ability of the soul hunter family, except for the director and Patton. , no one knows about it."

What is a professional agent!

Steve almost leaned back tactically, looking at other people's intelligence work, even he was deceived.

"Natasha~ I'm so hungry." The human figure made of purple smoke was actually speaking in a coquettish tone.

"Wait a little longer, Momo." Natasha reassured and said, "When this matter is over, I will find some souls for you."

"Then I'll go back to sleep~" Momo slipped into the spray can on Natasha's waist.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, Captain." Natasha smiled and said, "I'm not the only one who hides the means. It really surprised me that he was able to break through that metal cell."

"I didn't hide it on purpose."

Steve shook his head and said bitterly: "After the last alien invasion war, the new power I unearthed, I just haven't had time to show it."

During the conversation, the two came to the suburbs, an abandoned military base.

This is the initial prototype of S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was also the base where everyone fought against Germany when he was still there, and it was also the place where he trained to become a super soldier.

"I didn't expect it to be here."

Steve's tone was a bit complicated, and at first glance, he was full of nostalgia.

"Don't waste time, Captain." Natasha interrupted his memory, walked straight to the military base, and pulled open the long-stained iron door, a smell of rust mixed with dust rushing toward her face.

The base is empty, except for the accumulation of dust, there are spider webs and bugs everywhere.

"This place has been abandoned for a long time, what are you looking for?" Steve asked, fanning the choking dust.

"I don't know, the coordinates in the USB flash drive here, I think there should be something special." Natasha checked and found an underground organ.

The two passed through a long and narrow passage and came to a room full of computer databases.

There are three old computers in the center, the display screens are flickering irregularly, and the restless snowflakes are making bursts of noise.

"Welcome here, Captain America, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanoff, the famous Black Widow."

The snowflakes on the display suddenly disappeared, revealing a wretched human face.

"Anime Zola?!"

Steve's pupils shrank slightly, and his face changed suddenly: "Impossible, you should be dead!"

"You know this guy?" Natasha raised her guard and asked in a low voice.

"He is the chief scientist of Hydra and has developed many killing weapons for the Red Skull." Steve looked at him in disbelief and said, "But in the Siberian Icefield 70 years ago, he should have died in Haas. Ward's hand!"

"Hehe, UU reading you are wrong, captain."

The image of Zola in the computer gave out a frantic laughter: "The one who died seventy years ago was just my body, the real me saved my consciousness in the database before I died, and was finally resurrected by them recently. already."

"them?"

Natasha keenly captured the key words: "You mean them, is it S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hahahaha..."

Zola's laughter became more and more arrogant for some reason, and even vaguely mixed with a hint of ridicule.

"Why are you laughing?"

Natasha was inexplicably annoyed, and said coldly: "If SHIELD hadn't resurrected you, how could you be at this base!"

"You were wrong, and completely wrong."

Zola said sadly: "There has been no S.H.I.E.L.D. from the beginning, and I am a Hydra. I cut off one head and grew two heads. We have not disappeared from beginning to end, but have been hiding in your eyelids. Under the hood."