I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 143 Ceremony
On the rooftop of another building about a hundred meters away from that building, Steve was staring at the opposite window with a telescope, carefully observing the movements inside the building.

He had an earphone in his ear, keeping in touch with Coulson who was on standby elsewhere.

"Everything is going fine so far, they look like they're having a great time," Steve whispered, not taking his eyes off the window.

"Really? Have you seen Eddie?" Coulson's voice came through the headset, with a hint of nervousness.

"No, I can only see a small part of it. Huh?" Steve suddenly frowned and his eyes became sharp.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Coulson immediately noticed something was wrong and his voice became urgent.

"Something's going on." Steve's tone became serious.

The curtains of the building were quickly drawn in a few seconds, blocking his view.

Steve immediately reported the situation to Coulson, with a hint of urgency in his tone: "I'm afraid they have either discovered us or started the operation. I'll go check out the situation first, you guys don't move yet."

As he spoke, he had already quickly descended from the roof to the ground, his movements swift and silent.

He approached the target building cautiously, avoiding positions that might expose himself, and every step he took was extremely cautious.

"Understood, Captain. Keep in touch and notify me immediately if there are any problems." Coulson's voice revealed a hint of worry.

"Yeah!" Steve responded briefly and turned off the communicator to prevent any sound from exposing his whereabouts.

Steve took a deep breath, rolled suddenly, and quickly came to the wall of the building.

The cold wind cut across his cheek like a knife, without changing his expression at all. His mind was quickly calculating various possible situations and response plans.

Every detail, every possible variable, flashed through his mind.

Suddenly, faint footsteps came from inside the building, breaking the silence of the night.

Steve held his breath and pressed against the cold wall, his heart beating like a drum. He prayed silently, hoping that he would not be discovered.

He knew that the success or failure of this mission was of vital importance and could not afford any mistakes. Any mistake could lead to catastrophic consequences.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Steve finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He looked up at the small window more than ten meters above. A faint light seemed to be coming through from there, indicating that there was a gap in the window.

Steve took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, reached out his hand to grab the gap between the wall tiles, and climbed up with incredible agility like a nimble cat.

He held every brick and every gap tightly, and his fingers made a slight sound when rubbing against the tiles.

His movements were light and quick, as if blending into the night.

When he finally reached the edge of the window, Steve paused and took a moment to catch his breath.

Then he exerted force with his arms suddenly, and his whole body flew into the air in an instant like an agile cheetah, and his feet landed precisely on the narrow windowsill.

He bent his knees and stuck to the narrow space like a vigilant cat, peering through the gap in the curtains to see what was going on inside.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At this time, the lights in the hall had been turned off at some point. In the dim environment, more than ten or twenty people were lying on the ground in a mess, and there was deathly silence.

What’s even more creepy is that there is a group of mysterious figures in black cloaks standing around. They move like ghosts, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

Steve felt a chill in his heart. Those people were most likely the believers of that god.

I didn't expect there would be so many.

Looking at the situation below, there was no doubt that something bad was going to happen, and he had to stop it at all costs.

When Steve was about to contact Coulson to act together, the voice of the Holy Lord suddenly sounded in his mind. [Boy, if I were you, I wouldn't be so impulsive. There are more than ten mysterious people under you, and you can't even beat one of them.]

Mysterious person?
Steve guessed that this referred to believers who possessed mysterious powers, but he did not feel any fear in his heart.

[Aren't you still here? Are you afraid? ]

[Me? I'm afraid? What a joke! ]

The Holy Lord's voice immediately became excited: [I can knock all those guys down with one hand! ]

[That's it, you won't forget our agreement, right? ]

[Oh, I haven't forgotten. But, because of your drag, my strength has dropped by more than half. At most, I can only guarantee your safety. I can't guarantee anything else.]

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Steve was no longer willing to continue arguing with the Holy Lord.

No matter what obstacles he faces, he will not waver, because saving others is his sacred mission since he became Captain America.

"Coulson, can you hear me?" Steve's voice was low and firm.

"Hey, Captain, what's the problem?" Coulson's voice came through the communicator with a hint of nervousness.

"We've found those cloaked men, and I need your support." Steve's eyes were sharp, staring closely at the movements below.

"Okay, I'll be there right away!" Coulson responded quickly.

During the brief exchange, Steve kept his eyes on the situation below.

The cloaked figures were slowly walking towards the victim lying on the ground, forming a strange circle, and the air was filled with an uneasy atmosphere.

A leader with a gold ring on his cloak came out, opened his arms, and made low sounds, as if performing some mysterious ritual.

Steve's heartbeat quickened sharply and he could feel the danger approaching.

Suddenly, all the cloaked men drew out a silver dagger at the same time and cut their arms without hesitation.

Blood gushed out, and the air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The cloaked men remained unmoved, as if it was not them who were bleeding. Then, as if driven by some force, they moved closer to the victim on the ground step by step.

Steve's expression became more and more solemn. He knew he couldn't wait any longer, otherwise those innocent people would be in danger.

Moreover, he also had to create opportunities for Eddie who was hiding in the crowd.

He quickly pulled out a shield from behind, held it in front of him, and rushed towards the window without hesitation. He slammed it hard, and the glass shattered, with fragments flying everywhere and making a sharp cracking sound.

With a loud bang, Steve jumped down from a height of more than ten meters. He rolled in the air and landed steadily, with the shield shining in his hand.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Stop!"

The noise Steve made was so jarring that the cloaked people stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him in astonishment.

At this moment, Eddie, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes. A hint of determination appeared in his eyes. His body, which had been accumulating strength for a long time, suddenly jumped up and pounced on the leader.

However, the leader seemed to have noticed his actions long ago. He calmly stretched out his palm towards him and slowly uttered a word:

"flame!"

The next second, flames shot up into the sky!

(End of this chapter)