I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Under the ruins, Steve and Natasha left.

The SHIELD commandos who came to search found no results and could only announce their evacuation.

Steve escaped and took Natasha away.

They returned to Washington.

Compared to the relaxed and comfortable time they left last time, this time they were obviously much heavier.

After knowing that Hydra still existed, they didn't even know who to turn to for support.

SHIELD is no longer reliable, and they need help from outside forces.

"I know a guy and maybe we could go over there."

After Steve said this, he found that Natasha was worried, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just..." Natasha's mind was filled with Zola's last words, "Tell me, who can kill him."

"John?" Steve knew who she was talking about and wiped his dusty face clean. He also thought, "Dreamless Man, what is that?"

Zola was suspicious of what she said, and Steve, who had seen John's power, was deeply doubtful that anyone could kill him.

"I'm more concerned about why Zola knows about John." Natasha raised her head, "They shouldn't have any intersection. John is a wizard."

"Maybe there is a network on the wizarding side," Steve said with a frown. "His father is Watson Wick. It is not impossible for Zora to pay attention to him."

Although what Steve said was reasonable, Natasha's concerns did not ease at all.

She really couldn't understand that as a person who attended a magic school, John would be named by Zola.

More importantly, Zola says the Wicks are a threat.

Ariana is attacked.

Assassination of Mr. and Mrs. Wick.

As for John, he never showed up.

Whether it is Kingpin or Killian, their target has never been John, but Watson Wake and his property and power.

John was the one who took the initiative to get involved.

why.

Zora swears by it, and HYDRA has planned different murders at different times.

The third time, when was it?

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door.

In walked Sam, their temporary host and Steve's morning running partner.

When he came back from jogging in the morning, he met these two people who were high-spirited the day before but were disgraced today.

Sam is clearly not going to be Hydra.

But looking at the two Avengers tearing apart aliens in New York, he asked sincerely: "Are you eating the fireworks of the world?"

Now is not the time to dwell on John.

Natasha brought her mind back, they still had an urgent matter.

What's Hydra's plan?

Who are the Hydras?

The missile flying towards them had pointed out a maximum.

Alexander Pierce, only he can launch a missile of mass destruction within the territory.

And this Hydra is sitting in the most secure building in the world.

It's not wise to break in directly. They are not Thor and Hulk, so they can't just blow up the building and pull people out.

Then change the direction.

Alexander's helper.

They set their sights on Jasper Sitwell, the only officer on the Lemurian star at the time.

Well, that's the guy with the bald head and glasses.

"So the question is, how does the most wanted man in Washington kidnap a SHIELD official?" Steve frowned.

It is not easy for two wanted criminals to catch a SHIELD official on the street.

"No need to kidnap."

Sam knew it was his turn to take the stand, took a confident step, and placed the file on the table.

As an ace pilot, he volunteered.

Come on, working with Captain America would be super cool.

Ace pilots apply for battle!

After seeing the information, even Natasha, a veteran agent, was shocked by the resume.

Sam crossed his arms and pressed his lips as hard as he could.

Steve read the information and was still a little hesitant.

Sam shrugged, "Captain America asked me for help, that's enough."

Steve finally agreed.

Let Sam participate in this battle with Hydra that spans 70 years again.

...

moss is hindered.

John asked moss to reserve part of the network.

He put the phone away and Martha was taken back to the manor.

Martha, who had never entered such a large manor before, opened her mouth wide and asked with an uncontrollable expression: "Is this Downton Abbey?"

"If they filmed it here, that would be it."

John waved his hand and the blooming flowers parted.

Vines twine around the manor buildings, and roses grow in large areas.

The moonlight gradually faded.

Martha looked here and there in the manor.

She tentatively touched the vine, and the vine slowly rubbed against her palm.

Martha laughed, and then the laughter turned into a cry for help.

The vines tied her up and hung her upside down.

John let the vines release him, and Martha did not dare to touch him, and followed John obediently.

Instead of going to the hall, John led people into the laboratory in the garden.

The dragon sculpture was so lifelike that it frightened Martha.

She carefully walked inside. She didn't know what the crystal cover in the middle was for.

Standing next to the dragon statue, she heard a shrill wail in her ears.

"what is that?"

Martha hurriedly moved away, pointing over there and her face turned pale.

"Oh? There are still dementors left here?"

John said unexpectedly: "It seems that after these years of self-cultivation, I have recovered a lot."

He waved his hand and said casually to the frightened Martha: "They are just some dementors that suck out souls and devour happiness. Don't worry about them."

Suck out the soul?

Devouring happiness?

Do you want to listen to what you said?

Martha didn't think any of this had anything to do with the lack of danger.

"Take off your coat and lie down."

John clicked his wand and a bed appeared.

Folding up his sleeves, John picked up the needle somewhat unfamiliarly.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, but Martha still lay down honestly.

John raised his eyebrows and said, "You carry the vampire's curse, but the vampire's curse is also a little different."

He tapped the forbidden demon blood he brought back and said, "Since this thing can't produce magic, it can also suppress the curse."

"Wait, you want to inject that blood into my body?" Martha couldn't sit still and said quickly, "Different blood types cannot be fused together!"

"That's right," John said lightly, "you are a vampire now."

A needle stuck into Martha's arm, but John didn't inject much into her.

The blood enters Martha's body, and the vampire's curse is approaching.

Martha's body began to twitch, and white foam came out of the corner of her mouth.

He tied the person tightly with straps, and John took out his pocket watch and took a look.

"The reaction starts in 3 minutes."

Martha looked bad, and John opened his tool bag.

He picked out a silver scalpel from inside and cut open Martha's other arm.

Blood flows out of it.

"Not just a curse, but a virus."

The blood was analyzed.

Viruses and curses maintain a delicate balance.

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