movie spacetime superheroes

Chapter 94 The Gun of Destiny Is Coming
Russell Square, located on the north side of New Oxford Street, has sporadic street lamps giving off dim light, shadows of trees, few pedestrians, deserted, forming two extremes with the noise of the day.

Captain Red Skull, John Schmidt stood quietly under the shadow of the tree, like a ghost, watching the British Empire Museum in the southwest, the huge building complex, like a monster lying on the ground, sleeping soundly in the night.

This is London. It is the base camp where the Allied forces landed on the European continent to attack the Third Reich. It is the heart of the transportation of troops and supplies. The planes of the Third Reich are no longer able to cross the English Channel and fly over London. However, blackout is still implemented here. , still haven't recovered from the Great Britain Air Raid a few years ago, and still don't dare to be careless at all, and are ready to fight!
But here, it can't stop the attack of the Hydra Legion!John Schmidt's face was extremely stern, but he couldn't hide the pride in his heart. Under the attack of the commando team he personally led for the allied super soldier transformation plan, Dr. Reinstein, who presided over the plan, was dying. I don't know why such a secret and heavily guarded secret base can be discovered and infiltrated by Hydra!
The allied super soldier transformation plan has existed in name only. Although there was one, oh no, two survivors, only one was successfully transformed. That guy named Steven Rogers would be a very good opponent. A worthy opponent!

As for the other one, Schmidt didn't take it to heart at all!

There were rustling footsteps in front of him, Schmidt narrowed his eyes, and saw a figure approaching quickly against the darkness of the tree shadow. Judging from this pace, it could be recognized that it was his powerful Hydra member.

"Captain!" The person came to him and said in a low voice, "We have already contacted the internal response, and the operation started as scheduled!"

Schmidt nodded with satisfaction and replied in a deep voice: "Very good! How is the situation in other places?"

"London is very calm, nothing out of the ordinary!"

"Very good! Go!"

The black shadow saluted the army in the darkness, then turned and left. Schmidt stood quietly, transformed into a part of the darkness, and merged with the darkness.

The night in London became deeper and deeper. When it was time to act, Schmidt "woke up" from his contemplation, took out the red skull mask and headgear bestowed on him by the Führer himself, and put it on carefully, very piously and attentively. This action, to him, seemed to be performing some kind of religious ceremony, which was of great significance and full of sacred connotations.

And he seemed to be infused with some kind of mysterious power. After wearing the red skull mask, he became another person, no longer John Schmidt, a genius and innovative scientist who is good at persuading others , and become Captain Red Skull!

After wearing the Red Skull mask, he felt that he was the real leader of the Hydra Legion. His heart was full of mysterious and fanatical power. He had a devout and sacred loyalty to the head of state and the Third Reich. The Third Reich, This is the perfect country in "his" ideal, and here, the London of the British Empire, is full of the hustle and bustle of boring politicians, leading the ignorant and foolish people towards a future with no future!

Here, I will eventually save you!Redeem by me!The Captain of the Red Skull clenched his fists tightly and clenched his teeth under the terrifying red mask. Looking at the huge building complex of the British Empire Museum, his heart was full of fire.

In the quiet night, Captain Red Skull strode forward. Darkness is his best partner. The soldiers of the Hydra Legion are his best servants. Like welcoming the return of a king, they sweep him away wherever he goes. Clear all obstacles.

The gate of the British Empire Museum opened silently. Captain Red Skull stepped in with his head held high. Behind him, the gate closed silently again. A few faint beams of light pierced the darkness here. Good line, moving quickly.

"Who?!" Suddenly, an out-of-beat voice sounded in the darkness ahead, and a lamppost swept over, passing the figures of the crowd.

The captain of the Red Skull frowned slightly, but his footsteps did not froze even a little. Without his order, the soldiers of the Hydra Legion would take care of it. Immediately, two figures swam past in the darkness. After a while, the lamppost suddenly fell , with a snapping sound, the shout of that ignorant idiot was blocked in his throat, and he could no longer shout out.

This was the only small accident. Captain Red Skull quickly forgave his subordinates for this small mistake. According to very accurate information, the goal of this trip was to hide in a secret room in the museum, not to mention the public, just In the Third Reich, many people also believed that this "gun of fate" had been hidden in Nuremberg, in the hands of the head of state!And I just don't believe that the "Gun of Destiny" I got from the Vienna Museum is just a fake!
The secret room is very small, and there are some cultural relics that will not be displayed to the outside world. The captain of the Red Skull just glanced at them casually, and dismissed these cultural relics.

The beam of light illuminated the place, and the captain of the Red Skull waved his hand, and the soldiers of Hydra immediately worked together to search every inch of the place, the ground, and the walls.

Captain Red Skull was very calm, standing in the middle of the secret room. After a long time, these soldiers still got nothing, and they were already getting a little discouraged. He was still full of energy. Suddenly he pointed his finger and said in a deep voice: "There!"

Everyone stopped. Captain Red Skull strode over, reached out to take the saber, put his ear against the wall, and tapped the wall lightly with the handle of the knife. , He knew it in his heart, held the saber behind his back, and thrust it into the wall suddenly, the blade cut out a neat rectangle as if cutting paper.

Captain Red Skull's five fingers were like hooks, as if inserted into cheese, he pulled out the rectangular wall with ease. Sure enough, there was a secret inside. Inside the wall as thick as two fingers, there was a safe embedded in it!There are two keyholes on it!
Adair came forward. He was wearing the uniform of a museum staff, and took out a key. Captain Red Skull took out another key. Under his signal, the two keys were inserted into the lock hole at the same time, and then turned simultaneously. Just a clockwise, a counterclockwise, click, the safe opened.

An inexplicable cold air gushed out from the safe, and the Red Skull captain couldn't help but take two steps back, but the others seemed to be unaware and didn't feel anything.

"Take it, let's go!" Captain Red Skull ordered.

One hand reached into the safe and held the gun of fate. The captain of the Red Skull seemed to hear a roar, and took a look, but nothing happened. Adair, who was holding the gun of fate, suddenly turned his head and looked at Behind him, as if he sensed someone was there, Captain Red Skull's expression darkened, and he turned his head at the same time, the place was empty and there was nothing there.

The moment he turned his head back, he couldn't help shrinking his eyes, Adair's right hand seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black air, the black air spread to the right wrist, condensed into a pattern, and instantly sank under the skin!

This is indeed the real spear of destiny!Captain Red Skull was overjoyed, gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that when he got the real Gun of Destiny and returned to Nuremberg, he would show Dr. Haltan how he was deceived by the Austrians!

At the same time, in Ward 427 of the Lockhard Mission Hospital, Isabel Dawson woke up from her sleep, sat up in the darkness, panted sharply, and looked at the darkness around her in horror. No, but her heart was pounding, and her fear was tightly wrapped around her, sweeping in like waves, one wave higher than the other!
She lifted the quilt and put her feet on the ground. The coldness of the floor gave her a sense of comfort and warmth. She stroked the wrist of her right hand. The scars there were still there, scabbed and rough.

This was drawn by herself. At that time, she didn't feel any pain at all, and she didn't know why she wanted to draw such a weird pattern on her wrist. It seemed that there was a voice in her head that kept whispering, bewitching, letting her draw it on her own. On the wrist, such a pattern was carved with a table knife!

On the circle, two spears intersect to form a cross.As she stroked the pattern, all fear vanished, and the whispering voice came back in her head, telling her to go up to the top of the building, telling her to jump from there, from the tall tower on the outer wall of the Lockhard Mission Hospital. on the cross, jump off!
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