Marvel With Zanpakuto

Vienna, special prison.

The walls of the prison are made of several layers of fine gold alloy. Each side is about half a meter thick. They are formed in one piece without any gaps. They are strong enough to withstand frontal attacks from air-to-surface missiles, and it is impossible to break through them with human power.

At least that's what everyone thought thirty minutes ago.

After receiving the alarm that the prison had been breached, Grant quickly led a large number of team members back. However, the scene that caught his eye made everyone present shudder.

The adamantine alloy wall, which was half a meter thick, had a gap punched out by someone.

The gap is not very large, but it is more than enough for one person to pass through.

And around that gap, after suffering a violent collision, cracked metal traces were all over it, and those densely intertwined crack lines formed a ferocious skeleton demon image.

It was impossible to imagine what kind of blow it would take to tear this metal wall apart.

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

"I need an explanation, Researcher Vulcan."

Grant's eyes were as gloomy as water, with veins bulging on his handsome face. He suppressed his anger and asked: "You have promised me repeatedly that with Steve Rogers' spiritual power output, it is absolutely impossible to escape from this cell. What’s going on now?!”

"This...this is impossible!"

A scientific researcher in a white coat, after seeing the destroyed metal wall, said without tears: "I have created a prison that is absolutely impossible for Rogers to break through based on his past spiritual power level. I... ....I don’t know what’s going on.”

"You disappoint me, Vulkan."

Grant looked at him deeply, raised his palm like a knife and swung it down decisively, saying in a cold voice: "We don't need a useless person."

The agent next to him understood what he was doing, so he pulled out his pistol and fired.

As wisps of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, the scientific researcher named Wokan was shot in the head and fell down with a trace of shock.

Regarding the sudden death of Wokan, the surrounding agents reacted even indifferently.

It seemed that the person who had just died was not their companion, but just an insignificant person. No one accused Grant of being cold-blooded, but only of efficient actions.

Two men dragged Wokan's body away, while the rest waited for the next order.

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

"I need the Winter Soldier."

"Understood, the Winter Soldier will be arriving soon. I hope you enjoy your time together."

After the brief conversation ended, Grant glanced at the faces of the surrounding agents and said sternly: "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 yet, the satellites have been deployed, and the Sola algorithm should be able to target them."

"Then apply!"

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

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New Jersey, USA.

An ordinary car driving on a spacious road.

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

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

"What a surprise, Captain America can actually pry a car." The woman wearing a peaked cap raised her head, a few strands of red hair slipped from her temples, and said with a smile, "Can you tell me where you learned this trick? "

"Nacui Germany, and I borrowed this car."

Steve made his statement again, glanced at the woman next to him, and couldn't help but ask: "Natasha, is it time for you to confess to me, what exactly did Fury give you?"

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

Natasha shrugged and looked out the window with confused eyes, saying: "Some secrets are destined not to surface from the moment they are born. I hope you can understand me."

"Then let me change the question."

Steve gripped the steering wheel hard and said in a deep voice: "SHIELD...what happened?"

"I can't answer this question for you, because even I don't know." Natasha sighed and said, "The only thing that's certain is that SHIELD...is controlled by another force. They are hidden so deep that none of us have noticed them."

"You asked us to come to New Jersey because of Fury's instructions?" Steve asked again.

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

"Wait... weren't you caught?" Steve looked stunned: "When I went to rescue you, your hands were tied. How did you steal it from him? This USB flash drive?”

"Come out, Momo."

Natasha let out a soft breath, and purple-green smoke rose up, forming a humanoid creature: "Let me introduce, this is my puppet 'Momo', the special ability of the soul hunting family, except for the director and Barton. , and no one knows about it.”

What is a professional agent?

Steve almost backed down, looking at this intelligence work, even he was being concealed.

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

"Wait a little longer, Momo." Natasha comforted her 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 look, captain." Natasha smiled and said: "I must be more than just someone who hides his methods. I was really surprised that he was able to break through that metal cell."

"I didn't hide it."

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

During the conversation, the two came to the suburbs, a long-abandoned military base.

This is the original prototype of SHIELD. It was also the base where everyone fought against Germany when he was still there. 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 little complicated, full of nostalgia at first glance.

"Don't waste time, Captain." Natasha interrupted his memories, walked straight to the military base, and opened the dusty iron door with force, and a smell of rust mixed with dust came to his face.

The base was empty, except for the accumulated dust, and there were spider webs and bugs everywhere.

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

"I don't know. The coordinates on the USB drive point here. I think there should be something special." Natasha checked and found a mechanism leading underground.

The two walked through a long and narrow passage and arrived at a room filled with computer databases.

There were three old computers placed in the center. The screens were flashing irregularly, and the restless snowflakes made bursts of noise.

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

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

"Arnim Zora?!"

Steve's pupils shrank slightly and his expression suddenly changed: "No way, you should be dead!"

"Do you know this guy?" Natasha became more vigilant, leaned over and asked softly.

"He is the chief scientist of Hydra and developed many murder weapons for Red Skull." Steve looked at him in disbelief and said, "But he should have died in the Siberian ice field seventy years ago. Ward’s hand!”

"Haha, you are wrong, Captain."

The image of Zora in the computer let out a burst of wild laughter: "The person who died seventy years ago was just my body. The real me stored my consciousness in the database before I died, and was finally resurrected by them recently. ”

"them?"

Natasha captured the key words keenly: "Are they the SHIELD you are referring to?"

"SHIELD? Hahahaha..."

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

"why are you laughing?"

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

"You are wrong, and very wrong."

Zola said sadly: "There has been no S.H.I.E.L.D. from the beginning. I am resurrected as Hydra. Cut off one head and two will grow. We have not disappeared from the beginning to the end, but have been hiding in front of your eyes." Under the bed."