Chapter 503: I Bloom in the Amidst the Carnage (Part 2)
Mark, who was driving, was hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to ask him what happened when he lost consciousness, and where the so-called important item, the beetle, went. But when Schiller fell silent, the whole atmosphere froze, and instinct told Mark that it would be better for him not to speak now.
In the dark rainy night, a car that was also dark and only reflected light faintly sped across the road, splashing water.
Between the tall buildings, the speeding car was like a bullet just out of the barrel. With a "squeak", the brake sound at high speed was extremely harsh, and the tires left charred marks on the ground. Natasha walked out of the car in front of the Sanctuary of the Holy of Holies on Wall Street in New York.
"Bang!" Natasha closed the car door and walked quickly into the gate of the Sanctuary of the Holy of Holies. From the street, only here was brightly lit on the dim street.
Completely different from the silence outside, the Sanctuary of the Holy of Holies was very lively. Even standing at the reception desk in the lobby on the first floor, you could hear the noise upstairs.
The receptionist behind the desk smiled gently. Before Natasha showed her ID, she nodded and said, "Hello, the Supreme Mage is waiting for you on the 3rd floor."
Natasha also nodded and walked quickly towards the stairs. Just as she reached the corner of the first floor, a red ribbon floated down and turned into an arrow, guiding her up.
When she passed through the stairwell on the second floor, Natasha looked inside. At this time, the office area was bustling.
The phone was flying in the sky, flashing and emitting fire. There were also many terrifying phantoms of demons floating above their heads. It seemed that they were not satisfied with the quarrel over the phone, so they directly projected and came down, fighting with real people.
The beautiful and dreamy magic light floated between the chandeliers, and the sound of books turning and the rustling of the fireplace echoed each other. The scene that should have been full of wonderful fantasy was often interspersed with words such as "interest rate", "tax", "membership" and so on.
Retracting his gaze, Natasha came to the third floor and found that it seemed to be very quiet here because of the soundproofing magic. When he walked in, Strange was leaning on the sofa reading a book.
What was rare was that he was not wearing a suit, but a robe, with a red cloak behind him, and the red ribbon leading the way flew back into his hand. Strange stretched out his hand and pointed to the sofa opposite the coffee table. Natasha walked over and sat down.
"I told you on the phone that our agents found out that someone witnessed an unidentified fire in Austria." Natasha took out a stack of photos from her handbag.
Strange took the photo and frowned. He said, "Very interesting. It does look like the energy of a demon god, but there is no decent pantheon in Germany and Austria..."
"Can you guess which demon god it is?"
"The photo you took is too blurry. I can only see some white light, and the photo can't make me feel the mystical factors. Although it may be found out, it will take some time."
"Schiller has been out of contact for more than 10 hours. Do you know what this means?" Natasha said with a serious face.
"It means that he must have come up with a big plan again, and this time he doesn't seem to plan to take us." Strange threw the photo on the table. He also became a little serious and looked at Natasha and asked, "Apart from this light, are there any other clues?"
"We have sent people over, and there should be news soon." Natasha picked up the phone and dialed it. The busy ring rang a few times, and Natasha answered the phone and said:
"Hello? Yes, it's me. Have you just arrived? How is the situation there? Are there any clues?... What does it mean to be difficult to describe?"
Following the signal of the phone across thousands of miles, on the streets of an Austrian town, Iron Man Stark looked down at the ravines on the road and the messy dirty puddles, and said with some confusion: "There are no clues here, but there are clues everywhere."
"... No, I'm not telling you a riddle, but I don't know much about magic. Forget it, Strange, are you there? Just open the portal and come over to take a look. By the way, bring all the Avengers with you, this matter may be a bit big."
Iron Man, wearing an iron suit, walked around the scene. Just as he said, there were indeed many traces here, but he couldn't understand most of them, because they were not caused by modern weapons, and they were obviously traces left by magic.
But this did not prevent Stark from seeing that someone had fought a fierce battle here, or perhaps more than one.
After a while, a portal appeared in the air, and a group of people fell from the sky. Strange finally walked out.
Peter, who had just fallen to the ground, shouted, "You really should improve your portal skills! I always fall down!"
"Shouldn't the portal be opened where the door should be?" Eric stood up with the knife in his hand. He looked at Strange and said unhappily, "Will your door be opened in the air at a height of 3 floors?"
"That's already good. I opened the door at a height of 5 floors before." Strange said as he began to look down at the marks on the ground.
He first touched the dirty water on the ground lightly, but it was raining heavily now, and the originally thick black water had been diluted a lot, so Strange didn't see any clues.
"What happened here?" Steve, who held up his shield to keep out the rain, walked to Stark's side. He looked at the deepest gully and said, "It looks like it was hacked out by someone. Are you sure it was done by Schiller?"
"That's the biggest problem. This doesn't look like Schiller's style at all. He only knows how to use a pen, not a knife." Stark said very confidently.
"Wait!" Strange suddenly spoke up. He squatted on the edge of a shallow gully, stretched out his hand, and touched some gravel from the edge of the puddle.
Touching further down, it seemed to be some scattered sand, which was now very wet due to the rain, but Strange still found clues from it. He said: "Sand... is it the Egyptian pantheon?"
"Ah, look at this!" Peter also shouted: "There should have been a car here, but it just drove away!"
Peter pointed to a trace on the ground, Stark flew over, and then started scanning directly. He said: "Someone drove away from here, could it be Schiller?"
"Don't worry about it for now." Natasha pressed the headset and said: "Follow this track and catch up with them."
Just after the Avengers left, another group of figures came to the crime scene. The strangely dressed agents checked the ground, then took out their mobile phones and called their leaders.
"Sir, a small-scale war did break out here. The 'doctor' should not have lied to you. It could be SHIELD or the KGB..."
"Yes, these traces are not left by known conventional hot weapons. Okay, I will find out where they went as soon as possible. I know, I will do my best to protect the safety of the headquarters."
Soon, they also found traces of the car leaving, so the team of agents began to chase.
The car that had already left the town began to drive towards Germany. The town is located in western Austria, very close to Germany. Soon, the car arrived at the border between Germany and Austria.
This is a relatively desolate suburb, with few people. There is only a lonely moon hanging in the sky. The rain has never stopped. In the dense rain line, through the windshield, Mark saw that the moonlight in the sky began to flicker.
"Swish!"
Mark stepped on the brake hard, and the whole person was pushed onto the steering wheel by the recoil. He rubbed his chest that was hit and looked at the huge figure blocking the car.
Kong Su, who was standing in front of the car, flashed a little, and there was a faint light in his hollow skull eye sockets. Behind him was a dark night covered with rain, and the rain lines were clearly visible in the faint light beside him. Mark shook his head vigorously. No matter how many times he saw it, this terrifying illusion still made him feel terrified.
Kong Su opened his huge bird beak, leaving only a low voice, echoing on the empty road:
"Be careful, they are coming..."
With a "click", lightning struck the road not far away. In the second when the light came on, Mark was sure that he saw countless terrifying figures on both sides of the road.
But after everything returned to darkness, a group of humans appeared in the light of the car lights. They were men and women, dressed differently, but they all walked towards the car parked in the middle of the road.
Mark opened the door and got out. The group of people turned their eyes to him strangely. One of them said, "Kongsu, we received a report. Amit said that you colluded with the evil gods from the outside world to create killings. Come back to the court with us to stand trial."
Mark's body stiffened for a moment, the veins on his neck bulged, and then white light came out of his eyes, and Kongsu's voice came out of his mouth:
"Amit is confusing right and wrong. He was the first to pour power into the human world without restraint, trying to escape. I am just fighting back."
"But you found two evil believers and kidnapped "You are a believer of Amit, have you forgotten the rules of heaven?"
Mark turned his head stiffly and saw Arthur, who was picked up by Schiller and thrown unconscious on the back seat. He paused and said, "Amit made his believers walk in the world and spread evil doctrines. He is killing innocent people. That is not judgment."
"We are not interested in the dispute between you in the field of faith, but according to the rules of heaven, you must go back with us to be judged." One of the women spoke, her voice had a mysterious echo, as if it came from a faraway place.
"The twelve pillars of gods have long been corrupted!" Kong Su's tone contained anger. He said, "You have long known what Amit did, but you abandoned mankind, seeking faith in vain without blessing, just like you did thousands of years ago..."
"Staying away from mankind is the mercy of the gods to all living beings." Another man spoke, his voice solemn and solemn. He said, "No matter what, you are still one of us. You should go back with us and confront Amit face to face..."
They were still speaking in ancient Egyptian. Schiller just sat in the passenger seat of the car and watched everything through the windshield.
In the rainy night that was darker than the night, everyone standing in front of the car had a mysterious light in their eyes. It was like the beginning of a classic horror movie.
But this weird atmosphere didn't last long. A golden meteor streaked across the sky. With the sound of a jet, Iron Man landed on top of the vehicle. He didn't know what the people here were doing, but he saw Schiller sitting in the car.
The Avengers arrived soon after, and then another convoy drove over from the other end of the road.
Steve, who had just walked forward to investigate, narrowed his eyes, because when he turned off the high beam on the opposite side, he saw an old acquaintance sitting in the car - Baron Zemo, the leader of Hydra.
At this time, Stark, who came to the car, simply opened the door of the cab, then sat in, turned his head to look at Schiller and asked: "What are you doing here? What's going on now?"
He saw Schiller push the car door and walk out. Under the gaze of Captain America, Baron Zemo came towards Schiller. The two shook hands in front of the car. Baron Zemo said:
"Welcome back, doctor, long live Hydra."
Steve's pupils shrank suddenly, Iron Man rushed out of the door, and the Avengers behind him showed unbelievable expressions on their faces, but at this moment, something even more shocking happened to them-
Schiller, who had just shaken hands with Baron Zemo, instantly raised his umbrella and waved it, "bang" knocked Baron Zemo to the ground, stepped on his chest, and pierced his throat with a knife.
In an instant, the umbrella opened, and the burst of blood dyed the uniforms of Iron Man and Captain America red, flowing down their bodies and dripping into the puddles on the ground.
The dark red puddle surface reflected Schiller's jaw, his mouth opened, and the strange voice was lost in the sound of rain.
"Yesterday, they were divided into two..."
"Today, they are united as one."
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