I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Now the balance is tipped, allowing the virus to begin to gain the upper hand.

John opened his palm, and a little golden blood dripped from it and entered Martha's mouth.

The blood from the wound stopped quickly, and John took out another bottle of green potion and poured it into it.

Martha's face quickly lost color, as pale as a corpse that had been dead for several days.

The pores push something out.

Soon the place became stinky.

The wand dances in a whirlwind to expel the scent.

John opened the other person's eyelids and looked at the pupils.

"The effect of banning demons is really overbearing."

Collecting the remaining forbidden demon blood, John knew that the vampire curse was being suppressed.

The vampire curse has always been a major problem in the wizarding world.

If it weren't for the tyrannical suppression of all magic by the blood of the Forbidden Demon, John would not have been able to relieve it.

Wait until the sky turns white.

Martha stopped twitching and fell asleep.

"The blood of the forbidden demon cancels out the curse together. It seems that the forbidden demon is not completely unsolvable."

After checking Martha's condition, John came to a mental conclusion.

Thanks to Martha, who has always restrained her desire to drink human blood, the vampire curse and virus are extremely weak in her body.

After being hungry for so many days, he was given a strong dose of medicine, which knocked out the vampire curse.

You can also congratulate Martha for becoming the first person in the history of vampires to get rid of the vampire curse.

...

There is a time difference between the UK and the US.

While John solves Martha's vampire problem.

A theft occurred in a military base in Washington, across the ocean.

What was stolen was a piece of equipment called the Falcon.

And it was Steve and the other three who planned this action.

After receiving the equipment, Sam officially transformed into the ace pilot Falcon.

With Falcon's help, they also have to start another plan.

From Sitwell, get the true purpose of the Insight Plan.

Sitwell was protecting the MP at this time.

Coincidentally, that congressman had publicly scolded Tony a few years ago.

Later, due to SHIELD, Tony had to be awarded a medal in front of the whole country.

But no one knew that this man was talking to Sitwell about his one-night fling with the hot 23-year-old electorate.

I have to ask voters to cut their nails a little shorter next time, after all, my back hurts a little from being scratched.

The Senator hugged Sitwell goodbye and whispered in his ear, "Long live Hydra."

Sitwell received a phone call just as he was sending off the congressman.

The phone showed that it was Alexander calling.

He motioned to his men to leave first while he answered the phone.

However, what came out of it was not Alexander's voice, but that of another person.

"Hey, Agent Sitwell, how was your lunch? I heard the crab cakes here are pretty good."

Hearing this voice, Sitwell's face sank.

Obviously Alexander would not speak in this tone.

He asked coldly: "Who are you?"

"Ten o'clock, handsome guy wearing sunglasses."

He looked over and saw no one.

"The other ten o'clock position."

Sam, who was observing from a distance, secretly scorned that he was an agent and even got the ten o'clock direction wrong.

Now Sitwell finally saw who it was.

Sam waved.

Sitwell remained calm and asked, "What do you want?"

He knew Sam wouldn't just say hello to him.

"You turn right at the corner. There is a gray car in the second parking space. Let's go for a ride."

"Why should I listen to you?" Sitwell sneered, he was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Sam said calmly, "Because that tie looks expensive and I don't want to get it dirty."

After he finished speaking, Sitwell looked down and saw an extra red dot on his chest with a white dot on his tie.

This time, he could no longer maintain his composure.

In the face of life and death, Hydra is also afraid.

He had to obey the instructions, leave here and get in the car.

As soon as he opened the car door, he saw the person he least expected to see.

Steve said, "Want me to help you get in?"

Sitwell twitched his lips and looked into the car.

Natasha didn't have a good expression on her former colleague either.

Sam came up from behind and tapped Sitwell on the shoulder.

Sitwell could only accept his fate.

The car took him to a stop under a building.

He was carried away like a little chicken by Steve.

Sam took his time and started putting on his gear.

Steve took the man to the rooftop and threw him directly in. Then he pushed Sitwell to the edge step by step, grabbed the man's collar and stared at him fiercely.

Sitwell smiled, "You did this to tell me that you can throw me down?"

"That's not your style, Rogers."

He thought he saw through Steve.

Steve, who is the benchmark of justice, would never do this.

He was indeed right.

Steve let go of his hand, straightened his wrinkled suit, and smiled: "You're right, it's not my style."

He looked into Sitwell's eyes and said, "It's hers."

Steve turned sideways gracefully, and before Sitwell could react, Natasha had already kicked him out.

Sitwell was kicked directly from the roof, and his screams echoed on the rooftop.

However, the two of them took their time and even had the mood to tease the girl from Steve's accounting department.

It's a pity that the girl is pretty nice, but Steve can't stand the lip studs.

I don’t know what the girl’s reaction would be if she knew she missed out on Captain America because of her lip nails.

As the two chatted, Sitwell was in free fall.

At this height, he is not Thor, let alone Hulk.

Even Steve would be crippled without a shield.

Sitwell, a mortal, is no longer as calm as before.

As he got closer and closer to the ground, he almost peed.

The cemetery sales pitch he encountered a few days ago popped into his mind, and he even got scolded by himself for talking about it.

If I had known earlier I would have booked one.

Any belief or organization is worthless in the face of life.

Sitwell is no longer a waste.

Just when he said in his heart that he would never stray again.

There was a big fluttering moth in the sky, ah, no, a black hawk with wings, bah, a falcon appeared.

Sitwell was pulled upwards.

It only took a few seconds before he was back on the top floor and thrown to the rooftop.

With the familiar posture, Sitwell no longer dared to be tough.

When Steve and the two came over, he did everything.

"Zola's algorithm is a program!"

“Select targets for the Insight Program!”

Seeing how honest he was, Steve silently took back his big foot and asked, "What goal?"

"you!"

"Television host, deputy minister of defense."

"A couple of kids from a London orphanage, and an actor from a vampire movie."

"Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange."

"Anyone who can threaten Hydra, now or in the future!"

Sitwell said it in one breath, and the panic in his heart finally dissipated.

"The future?" Steve stared at him sharply, "How does it predict the future?"

...