Marvel's Strange Magician

After leaving Steve's room, Watson rushed towards Colonel Phillips' office in silence.

But when he walked to the base hall, a voice full of dissatisfaction and ridicule suddenly sounded towards him:

"I have long said that children and women are not material for soldiers, but our great Captain America decided to go out of his way and take them under his command.

The results of it?

Are you satisfied with having Sergeant Barnes killed?

You are just a child, and you can flip over a sentence without experience, right?

Get out of here, little brat!

Don't stay and cause harm to others! "

Watson's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the person who made the sound.

The speaker was Gilmer Hodge, a strong soldier who rejected superpowers like Steve and Watson and only admired Bucky in the human category. His eyes were red at the moment, with an undisguised expression on his face. Disgusted and angry.

The entire hall suddenly became silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Watson who said nothing.

But soon several people reacted and yelled back at Hodge angrily:

"What are you talking about, idiot? Don't you know how many times Ghost has saved us?"

"Yes, you are also a member of the Howling Commandos. Do you dare to say that you have not avoided multiple death crises because of the existence of ghosts?"

Hodge glanced at the soldiers who were angry at him, and mocked with disdain:

"Are you soldiers or cowards? Do you just think about how to hide behind them when fighting?

Why should you be a soldier if you are so afraid of death? Go back and hide in your room as soon as possible to pray! "

After saying that, Hotch glanced at Watson again angrily, then turned around and left.

But his words had aroused the anger of too many soldiers, and several grumpy soldiers immediately followed him with curses.

Watson took a deep breath and continued to rush towards Colonel Phillips' office. He had no time or mood to pay attention to these things now.

After the notification was passed and after seeing Colonel Phillips, Watson directly requested:

"Colonel, I request that Hand be interrogated."

Colonel Phillips, who was sitting behind the desk, looked up at Watson and asked half-questioningly:

"You want to kill him, right?"

Watson's cheeks tensed up, and then he replied in a slightly lower voice:

"If you allow me, I do want to kill him myself."

Colonel Phillips shook his head and commented:

"Being able to face your own heart and dare to express it with your mouth seems to be a good thing. At least I don't have to worry about you going astray because of your paranoia."

He paused and continued:

“But, I can’t let you see Hand.

One, you are a minor, you can be treated like an adult in Steve's place, but not in my place.

Second, I can't put you, who has murderous intentions towards Hande, together with him. Hande is now seeking a happy death. Without the corresponding training, you can easily be provoked by him to lose your mind and kill someone by mistake.

Third, Hand has been put in the charge of Agent Carter and is close to success. We will not change interrogators at this time. "

"What about Zora?"

Watson clenched his fists and promised:

"My target is the Red Skull. Before the value of the two of them is discovered, I will definitely not harm their lives."

Colonel Phillips still shook his head and said:

"I said that you are just a minor here, and I will not allow you to go to this interrogation.

However, if someone can enter the interrogation room without knowing it, and I don't know about it, then there is nothing I can do. "

Watson's originally unwilling face suddenly showed a bit of surprise.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, a young figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the interrogation room where Zola was being held.

Zola, who was sitting at the table doing nothing, was suddenly startled and stood up nervously.

"Why, are you going to break your rules now in a fit of anger?"

Zola looked at the approaching Watson and involuntarily took two steps back. At the same time, he said to Watson mockingly.

"That's right, when facing a mortal enemy, there shouldn't be any rules."

Watson's tone was cold, and when he walked to the side of the interrogation table, he suddenly stopped.

Seeing Watson stop, Zola finally breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to regain his composure and used words to stabilize Watson's mood:

"Since you didn't come in through the gate, I guess you don't have the right to interrogate me.

If you kill me, you'll be on the opposite side of your beloved Howling Commandos, and that's not what you want, right? "

"wrong."

Watson uttered two words, and then his left hand suddenly flew up, flinging out a sharp card glowing with metallic light.

The sharp card swallowing cold light flew straight towards Zola, lightly scratched his neck, and then disappeared into the wall behind him.

A thin line of blood suddenly appeared on Zola's neck. He covered his neck with panic on his face. When he found that only a layer of skin was scratched on his neck, he gasped with fear, He sat down on the ground.

"You always overlook one thing - I have the ability to be unscrupulous.

I can travel around the world and change any shape. As long as I want, I can evaporate from the world at any time and disappear without a trace.

I don't do bad things or act unscrupulously with the help of my abilities, just because I want to live in the easiest way.

But now I find that doing this will make you think that I am easy to deal with, and will make you, the arrogant ones, completely ignore me. "

Watson approached Zola step by step, his tone still as cold as ice:

"I know that we are enemies, and it is normal to do whatever it takes to win.

I can't change this as a matter of course, but I can make others turn their heads and not dare to cast their calculating eyes on my group again!

Zola, do you think my friend will fight me because I killed you?

Do you think that with this kind of thinking, I would still care about other people’s boring opinions?

If you still treat me as a 17-year-old child today, then I guarantee that all your fears will come true one by one! "

Watson half-crouched in front of Zola, holding a sharpened magic card and embedded it deeply into his left shoulder.

“Ah! Ahhh!

No, you can't kill me!

All the planning of this mission has nothing to do with me, it is all a trap set up by the Red Skull! "

Zola screamed with fear on her face.

"Then tell me where the Red Skull is!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I will tell you everything!"

Watson coldly pulled out the magic card inserted into Zola's left shoulder, and then slowly walked back to the other side of the interrogation table.

“Then let’s start now.

Please take a seat. "

Watson sat on the stool, the coldness on his face had spread to the entire room.

Zola stood up tremblingly. He glanced at Watson, who was exuding a biting chill, like a ghost focused on revenge, and finally understood what kind of character he was facing.

Anger will bring people courage; hatred will make people focused and full of power; and concentration will bring people closer to success.

But to accept this power is to welcome a demon in your heart.

The stronger the power you desire, the more you will be devoured by the evil that breeds.

Zola was certain that there was a demon living inside Watson, because he had seen with his own eyes the process of a demon being completely released.

But what frightened him was that the Red Skull was focused but paranoid, powerful but arrogant, calm but arrogant. The demon in his heart gave him great strength, but also gave him a fatal weakness.

But the Watson in front of him controlled the demon...

Zola's expression changed several times, and finally he smiled bitterly and resignedly sat down in his seat.