[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"Brain wave frequency scan - the scan is complete, the current wave frequency value: weak."

"Docking with Steve Rogers wave frequency samples."

"The sample spectrum simulation is completed, and the wave-frequency docking is in progress. The fusion will be completed in 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8--2, 1. The fusion is complete, and the wave-frequency fusion is good, similarity: 99.8%."

Unexpected and unexpected results.

Although he had already made a judgment in his heart, Stark couldn't help but swear after hearing the results given by the instrument.

"I should have thought of that."

Stark took off his helmet, and his hair, which had been neatly groomed, was now messed up by him.

In retrospect, the "captain" had many visible flaws since he came back from the Academy of Sciences. Although he tried his best to imitate Steve's behavior style, it was impossible for him to imitate himself exactly like the captain. What ulterior plan is constantly being carried out in secret.

After returning from the Academy of Sciences, "Captain America" ​​has discovered the traces of the Hydra headquarters many times, and used this as an excuse to frequently send the Avengers out for homework. It can be said that since then, Natasha and the others have not even spent time with Steve. Dazzle and Stark spent more than a tenth of their time together.

And based on the relatively sufficient space for free activities, he crossed the only S.H.I.E.L.D. that he might be familiar with and started a certain cooperation with the government. The reason why he knew this was because the government gave up Stark Industries for this cooperation. What makes Stark feel ridiculous is that he didn't think much about it at the time.

"My fault." He rubbed his face in frustration, "I was dazzled by anger and influenced my rationality. But if I'm clearer, it's impossible for him to pretend for so long without anyone noticing."

"Now is not the time to rush to take all the faults on yourself."

Daize walked in from the door, and put the quick inspection report in his hand on the table.

"He was shot in the chest, and two ribs were broken. The skull has been severely impacted, and his body functions have declined in an all-round way. His current body is like a dying shell. In other words, this is the original state of the Red Skull's body."

Stark glanced at the result report, frowning tightly: "Is this the ultimate goal of the Red Skull?"

"No, I think his ultimate goal may be more serious than this. Based on my understanding of the Red Skull, relying on changing thinking to achieve immortality is only the first step in his ambition."

He turned to look at Stark: "What do you think a person with absolute ambition will do next after he has immortality in a different concept?"

Stark: "It's a ridiculous idea, he never wants to rule the world?"

Daize spread his hands: "His goal has never changed."

He stretched out his hand to untie the strap that was connected to the wave frequency tester on Captain Red Skull, and recalled: "Do you still remember the reason why we went to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Stark rubbed his chin: "You mean that one-wave frequency diffuser?"

Having already obtained one of the independent control rights of this villa, Daize dragged out the virtual light screen, tapped his fingers on it quickly, and after inputting a section of molecular equations, Jarvis spontaneously simulated a three-dimensional scene by relying on these equations.

On the grid covered with green lines are countless virtual green human-shaped lines, and among them, there is a red human-shaped line that is extremely conspicuous among the crowds.

"Assuming this is the receptor chosen by the Red Skull."

"The Red Skull implants a special wave spectrum in the brain of the recipient through a wave frequency diffuser, which can also be regarded as a virus, and then with the support of special metal instruments, the virus in the recipient's body can even pass through Transmission by physical contact."

Following his description, the number of red humanoids on the grid continued to expand from the original red humanoid line until the entire area was infected.

"The simulation travels faster than light. These are the information you have sorted out before."

"So in that experimental report, the 'special metal instrument' mentioned above, at first we all thought it referred to the wave frequency diffusometer."

Stark frowned: "Isn't it?"

"Not long ago, I heard from Kurt that the captain asked Professor Charles to borrow his brain wave enhancer."

After finishing speaking, the surrounding fell into silence.

Ten seconds later, Stark spoke again: "How long ago did Nick Fury say the captain went to Westchester?"

At this moment, the voice of Agent Coulson came from the video call that had not been hung up: "Two hours ago, Mr. Stark."

"It was two hours and nine minutes ago."

Stark and Dazzle looked at each other.

Putting on his helmet again, Iron Man stood up from the sofa: "It's impossible for him to drive the Hydra ship to Xavier Academy, if he doesn't want to be blasted out by Magneto."

After speaking, he looked at Daize.

Tacit understanding is sometimes able to understand the meaning of the other party from the eyes without words.

"I'm going to Greenwich Village. Let this body continue to age. Unless they can replace the body within 24 hours, I can't find a second way except to ask Dr. Strange for help."

Stark frowned and said, "If I were the Red Skull, I would definitely set up an ambush wherever I can catch you."

Dai Ze put on his coat and glanced at him: "You too."

Stark raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers to Mr. Peter Parker, who was carefully and lovingly packing up his ten new Spider-Man suits outside: "You and Dazzle go together, baby in pajamas."

Little Spider-Man saluted immediately: "Got it! Sir!"

Dazzle: "You can never act alone."

Stark opened his arms: "There is more than one Avenger."

"Turn on the micro-tracking mode, Jarvis, and contact the company's fastest fighter, the destination is Phi Phi Island." Iron Man pointed to the video call that was still in progress, "Help me inform Natasha and the others, 10 minutes Then we meet at Westchester."

Coulson was a little confused: "The captain is not here, and S.H.I.E.L.D. does not have the power to issue direct orders to the Avengers."

"—" Stark looked as if he had heard a big joke, "Have you forgotten that the Avengers actually have two leaders?"

"And I'm the one who pays the salary!"

The journey from Los Angeles to Greenwich Village in New York spanned half of the United States. Even with the support of the Stark Mechanical Storm engine, the journey was shortened to about three hours.

Along the way, Mr. Peter Parker is excited about his ten super-functional Spider-Man suits.

"Look! Mr. Daze! Look at this set! This set! This set! And this set!"

As if he was showing his most proud collection to a friend, he said in an extremely exaggerated tone: "Look at them! They actually—"

"They all look alike! Iron Man is so cool!"

Daze manipulated the steering wheel skillfully, and couldn't help but laugh when he heard the words: "Those are all made by Jarvis after precise calculations, it's strange that they are different."

Peter Parker: "I thought..."

"You think Stark sewed these for you? His own hands?"

Mr. Paco nodded with some embarrassment.

Daze laughed: "The most you can say is that the schematic diagrams of these clothes were drawn by Stark, and the technology was provided by Stark Industries."

However, this knowledge could not dampen the excitement of the little Spider-Man. He quickly came back to his senses, stroked the smooth surface of the suit and exclaimed: "Jarvis is really amazing!"

The modified sports car passed the eastern tollgate and drove to a wilderness area more than 100 kilometers away from New York. Peter Parker, immersed in the joy of his battle suit, finally realized some problems.

"Mr. Dai Ze." He said cautiously, "Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

Dazzle was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It's been so peaceful this way."

At such times, calm is often the most abnormal thing.

Time passed with the humming of the engine, and when it was only fifty miles away from New York, there was a sudden movement from the back seat of the car.

Daize stopped the car immediately, and the two turned their heads vigilantly.

The captain woke up.

As the last line of defense against the Red Skull, his hands were wrapped around the left and right sides of the seat back by Spiderman's spider silk. After waking up, he subconsciously knocked over the water bottle on the back seat.

After seeing Daze and the little Spider-Man who had put on the spider suit again, Steve moved his Adam's apple and stopped struggling.

Daize called tentatively: "Captain?"

Steve showed a relieved expression: "Long time no see, Dazzle. If you are not still tied up, I really want to give you a long-lost reunion hug."

His voice was very hoarse, and he sounded like a weak patient.

Peter Parker couldn't help saying: "...I'm sorry, captain, but I can't let you go."

Steve understood: "I would do the same thing if it were me."

He looked out the window and asked, "Where are we going?"

Stepping on the accelerator again, Daze said: "Greenwich Village, your condition is very bad, we have to ask the doctor for help."

Steve nodded, leaned his head on the back seat, closed his eyes and rested.In fact, as far as his current physical condition is concerned, the struggle just now has exhausted all his physical strength.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked, "What's the date today?"

"NO.17."

Steve's eyes widened suddenly: "Today, is NO.17?"

Perhaps because his tone was too unbelievable, Peter Parker couldn't help but take out his phone to reconfirm the date.

"It is indeed NO.17, Captain."

Seeing Steve's expression through the rearview mirror, Daize couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

This body couldn't even bear the violent mood swings, and it seemed that making a few expressions was exhausting, and Steve had to lean back to calm his heavy breathing.

Half a minute later, his calm voice came from the back seat: "Go to Manhattan, Dazzle."

"Your current physical condition cannot be delayed any longer, captain."

Steve just repeated: "Go to Manhattan."

Dai Ze frowned and said, "You have to tell me the reason, otherwise I won't change the route."

In the back seat, Steve was silent for a moment before speaking.

"When I just woke up, I was in a cell in Hydra headquarters."

His speaking speed is very slow, not because these words are so difficult to explain, but for him now, even the action of "recalling" is not a simple matter.

"I heard them say that if the plan is successful, every year NO.17 will be named Hydra Liberation Day."

"On the day of escaping, I accidentally learned that they were going to pass through Manhattan on this day—"

"Global control."

Dazzle slammed on the brakes.

The screech of the tires scraping the ground kicked up a cloud of dust.Dazzle is looking in the rearview mirror, and Steve is looking at him through the rearview mirror.

Steve parted his chapped lips, "We've got to stop them."

Dazzle closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down: "They can't do this so easily, Manhattan and S.H.I.E.L.D. Before that, I have to send you to Greenwich, or you—"

This time even Steve showed a funny expression: "Do you think SHIELD can stop Hydra and come out in full force?"

"Otherwise you will die!"

Daize patted the steering wheel with some collapse: "We can't solve this in a short time, your current body can't support us to solve this, if your body function completely declines before then, you will no longer even have a mind , It’s pointless to catch the Red Skull again!”

"No, don't the Avengers still have that gene restoration device?"

"That will extend your lifespan by up to ten hours!"

Steve said softly: "I trust you, this is an order."

Dai Ze shook his head and said, "Don't do this, captain."

This is not entrusting him with the task, it is entrusting his life to him!If Dazzle does drive Steve to Manhattan, and they can't sort this out in thirty hours, then—

He didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

At this moment, Daze even began to blame Strange, because he always liked to be alone, always appearing and disappearing suddenly, and never left anyone with anything other than going to Greenwich Village in person. find his way.

If he hadn't wanted to see you, you would never have found him.

Steve looked at the young man in the rearview mirror whose eyes were starting to turn red with anxiety. This was probably the first time he'd seen Daize lose his composure in such a long time."We don't have time," he laughed.

Daize opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"In Manhattan, how many lives?" Steve looked out the car window, his tone was like that of ordinary friends chatting, as if this issue was not a matter of his life and death at all, "You can't forget that you are an Avenger, Daze .”

Speaking of which, Steve closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the tranquility of the moment when life was about to wither.

"I've lived for over 90 years."

The carriage was terribly quiet, and even Peter Parker, who couldn't stop talking like a machine gun after putting on his uniform, kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to breathe.

A few minutes later, Dazzle slapped the steering wheel hard.

"Okay, let's go to Manhattan."

He wiped his face and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I'm an Avenger, so I have to have faith in the organization I'm joining. Isn't it Hydra? Thirty hours, after we're done with them we even have time to go to the Superman Cafe for a cup of coffee."

After speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the sports car rushed forward.

The stagnant atmosphere in the car was instantly broken, Peter Parker leaned back due to inertia, but he still raised his hand excitedly: "Although I am not an Avenger, I will help! I will definitely help! "

"The captain will definitely be fine!"

Dazzle licked his lips and repeated.

"The captain will definitely be fine."

"Ah, such a touching scene, I almost cried."

Again, Dazzle hit the brakes.

"Litander?"

He can't make a mistake with this voice.

The window was rolled open, and Spider-Man dexterously jumped on the roof to look around.

This is a deserted bridge, the river under the bridge is blocked by vines growing upstream, only a few wisps of finger-thick water can be faintly poured out, and the bottom is black mud, other than that, there is nothing around.

Not a single one.

Spider-Man wondered: "I just heard someone talking in front of me. Did I hear wrong?"

Daize took off his seat belt, thought for a moment, and got out from the door.

"It's impossible for both of you to get it wrong."

He looked at the source of the sound. Today is a rare day in New York, and the sunlight casts it on people who can't help squinting slightly.

The knowledge of Hydra technology allowed Dazzle to know what they did almost immediately.

Stealth, or, a three-layer pigment cell hiding technique that mimics the neuromodulatory mechanism of chameleons.

He moved his fingers slightly, and the sunlight projected on the opposite side of the bridge was folded and peeled off, losing the protective layer of principle, and the Hydra hidden under that layer of light completely appeared in front of the three of them.

The leader was still the blond boy. Litander looked at Daize with dimples on the corners of his mouth, and fifty Hydra elite agents stood neatly behind him.

For this former assistant, Daize's last fondness for him has long been wiped away.

"I thought you were dead?"

Litander shook his head: "No, are you disappointed to see me again, Professor?"

"If you hide there and don't make a sound, but wait for us to walk over, we will definitely fall into your trap unprepared."

"That's what I planned at the beginning." Litander said, smiling more happily, "but suddenly I don't want to do that."

He took over the heavy artillery that was completely out of proportion to his figure from the agent around him and pointed it at Dazzle, with an innocent expression as always.

"Because, even if you don't need to hide, it is very easy to kill you."

After speaking, pull the trigger.

With a bang, it seemed that even the eardrums were about to be shattered.

"Get down!"

Peter Parker immediately climbed on the roof of the car, and Daze quickly ran to the front of the car, and the huge cannonball that was almost as thick as an adult's arm came to the three of them in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, and pointed his palm directly at the gunfire. The instant dislocation of the space made the cannonball shift from in front of them to the hilltop not far away, and the huge force directly moved the top of the mountain. It is not the illusion that it has been baked.

Litander shook his head: "It's a pity, I wanted to make your death easier, but you didn't cherish this opportunity, Professor."

After speaking, he pulled out the small palm-length dagger from the leather boots, and the smile on his face twisted instantly: "But don't worry, I will try to be as neat as possible. You have always known how good my knife skills are."

"Jon!"

Behind Litander, the male agent named Jon, who had a relationship with Daize, immediately turned on the switch of the huge power jammer next to him.

Dai Ze frowned, with an expression of extreme patience on his face.

Litander bent his knees slightly and made a run-up posture, and when he saw that Dazzle was about to stretch out his hand to repeat the trick, he shouted again: "Fire!"

Behind the car, the only male agent who had been hiding all this time aimed at the rear of the car with the same heavy weapon as Litander just now, and pulled the trigger with an order.

Feeling the familiar heat wave behind him, Dazzle turned his head, seeing the sight of the ammunition's method in his eyes.

The captain is still in the car!

Daize immediately turned around and stretched out his hands, trying his best to make that gesture at the last moment, as if asking Ning An for a rag, the invisible space turned into a twisted sharp blade, and the cannonball was only one centimeter away from the rear of the car. Time was punctured, burst open, and wrapped in the ensuing space pressure, which looked like fireworks exploding in crystal glass beads.

The space became smaller and smaller, and smaller and smaller, until the flames could no longer be seen.

There was a cold touch on the neck, and Litander's sticky voice was next to his ears.

"That's it."

"Daze!"

Little Spider-Man tried to come up to rescue him, but was surrounded by Hydra agents rushing up behind him.

The field of view here is wide, there are no bunkers, and the terrain is so unfavorable to him that it is impossible to break out in a short time.

"A very good ability talent, but unfortunately I don't have much combat experience, and I don't know how to fight."

Litander commented expressionlessly, as if thinking of something funny, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You can give him the best fighting instruction, why not? I guess, is it that kind again, He is still young, shouldn't he bear so many disgusting remarks?"

"They are always like this, thinking that they can protect everything, so they hurt him and you also hurt yourself."

Litander stuck behind Daize, leaned his chin on Daize's shoulder, and even rubbed against Daize affectionately.

"What else do you want to say? I don't mind hearing what you have to say before you die."

Feeling Dai Ze's gradually softening body, the smile on the corner of Litander's mouth widened.

He turned his face slightly, Litander could only see his well-shaped chin from this angle.

"Then I ask a few questions before I die, will you answer me?"

Litander gently slid the dagger in his hand, and the blade sank into the skin. He looked at the series of blood beads and showed an obsessed expression: "You ask. After so many years, now is your most obedient time Yes, Professor."

"How did the Red Skull and the captain switch bodies?"

Litander froze for a moment, then smiled softly.

"That's what you're asking?"

Dai Ze nodded: "I want to know."

Litander raised his head, stuck out his bright red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth: "That's not a clever trick, you guys are too stupid. We just adjusted the initial initial data display from 0 to -."

Dazzle understood, so when Stark rescued them, the instrument showed 99% progress, but in fact the experiment had already been completed.

He couldn't help asking the question that had always affected his judgment: "Then why didn't I die?"

Litander raised his eyebrows: "Is this the second question?"

Dazzle paused, took a deep breath, and said again: "The Red Skull is in Westchester, so who is your commander in Manhattan this time?"

Litander said, "Lord Zemo."

Dai Ze laughed and said, "The Red Skull can't trust Baron Zemo to lead the Hydra alone. He doesn't trust him."

Litander snorted softly: "Okay, there is another one, the one they just rescued from S.H.I.E.L.D., the high-ranking, annoying one, God? That's what he said, how can there be a god in this world?"

"Loki was indeed saved by you."

"So what." Litander wiped the back of the spatula with his fingertips, and the expression on his face became indifferent again, "It has nothing to do with you."

As he said that, the dagger in his hand changed its position, so that the pointed end touched Da Ze's Adam's apple.

At the last moment when the dagger was stabbed, Litander suddenly burst into a big laugh, the corner of his mouth was torn off, and he grinned all the way to the ear: "Why don't you struggle? I want to see you struggle, professor."

"Because, even if you don't have to struggle, it's very easy to kill you."

As soon as the voice fell, it seemed to be compressed to the extreme, and there was a huge crackling sound in the surrounding space.

Then with Daize as the center point, the air current strong enough to tear people's bones directly pushed everyone out, and fell hard into the mud under the bridge.

The air flow quickly pressed in all directions, and he didn't even hear the sound. When he regained consciousness, the surroundings regained tranquility.

Only the shallow crater in the mud under the bridge, which was squeezed out by the airflow and whose boundary is almost invisible, shows that what happened and ended in the blink of an eye just now is not someone's illusion.

Peter Parker's eyes widened in surprise, as if he couldn't figure out why all the more than 50 opponents around him disappeared in less than a second.

Little Spider-Man poked his head out, looked at the lifeless Hydra lying under the bridge, and then at Daize. After repeating this action many times, he looked at Daize like the first day he knew him. with him.

"It's just—"

"—!"

Dazzle sat back in the driver's seat and rubbed his nose in a low-key manner.

"Some simple, little knowledge of physics."

Little Spider-Man sat back in the co-pilot excitedly: "Then what are we going to do with these people? These Hydras. Just put them here?"

Dazzle looked in the rearview mirror.

"Don't worry, Jarvis will take care of it."

Peter Parker: "Jarvis?"

Before the question could be asked, Jarvis's familiar voice came from behind.

"As you wish, Mr. Daze."

In the rearview mirror, led by Jarvis, there are countless steel robots floating densely.