Marvel's Strange Magician

One hand dripping with blood grasped the horizontal bar of the guardrail, and the other's mutilated and bone-white hand slowly but powerfully grabbed the upper one. As the arm moved up, there was another hand with only a small amount of skin. The terrifying face of existence.

What Steve and the three expected did not happen. Although Schmidt was directly bombed, when he adjusted his body orientation in time, the price he paid was only one arm and part of his flesh and blood being separated.

The short man who had been staying silent behind Schmidt immediately moved the mechanism of the iron ladder and retracted the iron ladder after discovering that Schmidt was not dead. This also cut off Steve and everyone else. The idea of ​​​​killing the past.

Watson only has 17k of energy left, not to mention whether this amount of energy can break the guardrail or kill Schmidt. Even if it can, he is not willing to seal up all his escape cards just to kill others.

"Ahem, powerful power. It feels wonderful to master this kind of power." Schmidt, who stood on the iron ladder again, had almost no intact skin left on his body, and one of his arms had nearly half of it peeled off. Flesh and blood, exposing multiple sections of white bones hanging with rotten flesh.

He used his still intact left hand to tear off the remaining human skin on his face, and gradually shed his other identity, his true face, the Red Skull.

"who are you"

The Red Skull walked slowly toward the elevator with the support of the short man, but his momentum did not diminish at all and was still very strong.

"You can call me a magician." Watson responded, holding the brim of his top hat with his hand and lowering his head slightly.

He didn't want to be remembered by the villain boss at all, but he had beaten everyone. If he could hide behind others at this time, he could only bite the bullet and come out and give him a code name.

And out of the caution that one should have when treating a villain, Watson could not completely trust the hidden effect of the magician's lenses on his face, so he quietly pulled down the brim of his hat without attracting attention. A little lower.

"Magic, I think you should know very well that we are the same kind of people." The Red Skull seemed not to care at all about the injuries Watson caused to him, and there was no resentment or anger in his tone.

He stood in front of the elevator door, stared at Watson and Steve and continued:

"We have power, completely over human power

You try hard to disguise yourself as ordinary soldiers and want to continue to huddle in your original peaceful life, but you will eventually find that those ignorant and mediocre humans will spontaneously exclude you, push you aside, fear, and envy you. looking up to you.

Stop covering up and being afraid, captain, magician, people like us, powerful and special people like us, what we should do is be proud of our strength and abilities."

The Red Skull walked into the elevator, spread his hands, exposed his mind, and laughed loudly at the two of them: "We can be fearless."

"Then why are you running away?"

Steve was not affected by Red Skull's remarks at all and shouted at him angrily.

But the only response to Steve was the closing of the elevator door and another violent roar.

Although the three Watsons were unwilling to give up, they could only put down the Red Skull at this time and focus all their energy on thinking about how to escape from here.

The three of them looked around for possible escape routes, and finally found a path above that could lead to a safe passage.

The three Watsons rushed towards the upper iron staircase, but when they reached the path, they discovered anxiously that the path they saw below was just an iron beam less than twenty centimeters wide, and because of the successive explosions The vibration came, and the beam had begun to loosen at this moment.

"Watson, you are the lightest, you pass first, hurry up." Steve gritted his teeth secretly. This beam couldn't last long. He didn't think the three of them could leave here at all.

But when he spoke, his tone was full of determination that they could escape.

"No, I can go directly, and I can also bring someone over, but one of you two must go over safely first."

Watson immediately retorted loudly that the length of the beam was less than twenty meters, and he used a paper substitute to complete it.