"Bang-"

Running at a rapid pace, Steve jerked to his feet and rolled to the side, dodging an attack with sharp instinct and quick reflexes.

While tactically evasive, Captain America habitually touches his back, but the empty touch makes his intention to fight back empty.

Eventually, he could only half-crouch, hiding behind a half-collapsed building, looking guarded and clenching his fists.

Leaning his head sideways, he looked beyond the ruins where he was hidden.

The place where his gaze was fixed was in front of him in time, there was a fist-sized hole, and the irregular hole glowed with blood-red light.

Wisps of blood mist spread from the boundary line of the cave entrance, and seemed to have some kind of strong corrosiveness.

As it erodes, the potholes in the ground are rapidly expanding, and the metal, dirt, gravel and other materials that have been eliminated by it are completely dissolved in them, and they are converging into dark red droplets dripping into the pits.

"Tick-"

"Tick-"

“......”

Steve stared intently, his face very ugly.

The area of the crater is gradually expanding, but the red liquid that gathers inside is also gradually increasing, and even the liquid level is rising faster than the former.

In the blink of an eye, a puddle of water appeared in the original location of the pothole, and soon developed into a deep well of blood.

Steve looked up and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

The other man was wearing a white trench coat and a mask, and he held a strangely shaped long-handled firearm in his hand.

The trench coat was stained with blood, and there was a strange mark on the center of the mask that had dried up but still seemed to be shining with blood, and the muzzle of the gun was half-raised, and the direction was the location of the blood well, which was obviously the real murderer who had attacked him just now.

The captain looked grim and did not speak indifferently.

He knew this "masked man", and from the information provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., he had seen a criminal from another world with blood on his hands.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the harm of abomination was too great and the other party had just helped the Avengers fight the enemy, he would definitely regard this guy as the first target to attack and capture.

After all, the symbol on the mask that looked like a bloodstained finger, the blood stains on his body, and the scarlet blood mist that still churned behind him to this day, seemed to be a Chinese idiom - "sinful and sinful".

"You're going to stop me!"

Ember bowed slightly, and walked down from the ruins step by step, the blood mist behind him filling his feet, forming a red rainbow bridge that led him to the side of the blood well.

Vio, who was not far from him, frowned and glanced at it, quickly returning her attention to the battlefield between Hulk and Abomination.

A haze-like aura surrounded him, intimidating the abomination and not being able to rashly transform into an energy form to erode the Hulk, and could only entangle with him on the ground in a dark cyan state.

Of course, she also promised not to meddle in the Ember business, which is not only to be ready to rescue Hulk at all times, but also to have a reason to say that when the time comes.

To her, Hulk was her teammate and acquaintance, and as for the intruder in the blue tights, she didn't know.

"What?"

Steve didn't swagger out from behind the ruins where he was hiding, and his easily reminiscent war career gave him enough vigilance and judgment.

Although he was confused by the masked man's brainless words, he still did not allocate his energy to thinking about these things, but reached out and picked up a piece of broken concrete stone from the side, silently perfecting his plan of "distracting the enemy first, and then attacking the opponent to capture him".

"You ......"

Steve, who was looking at the other party with his peripheral vision, was trying to distract the other party with words, so as to increase the possibility of success for the next move, but he didn't expect that as soon as he started speaking, he saw the other party step into the blood well, and then slowly sank, and finally disappeared.

As for the water surface at the mouth of the well, there has been no waves, and even if the masked man is completely submerged in the end, he can't make even a single bubble rise on the almost dark red water surface.

"This ...... How is that possible?"

Steve's tone was a little broken with surprise.

He thought for a moment, took a half-arm-long broken iron pipe in his hand, and then threw the stone in his hand in the direction of the blood well.

Excellent balance and coordination allowed the American team to easily throw the stone in their hands into the mouth of the blood well, but what happened next made him frown.

It was not the imaginary scene of splashing water, but the same as what happened to the masked man just now, slowly sinking without any waves, as if the kinetic energy and potential energy carried by the flying stones had disappeared out of thin air.

"You're going to stop me!"

Steve's ears echoed what he had just said, and a strange thought came to his mind: the other man seemed certain that he would jump into the well after him.

But why would you do it?

Deter?

Prevent what?

What is the other party going to do?

"Hate the ...... there"

Steve is not afraid of danger.

The Masked Man was clearly planning something, and he had the idea of jumping into the well of blood to stop it, but the threat of abomination should not be underestimated.

What's more, the possibility of recklessly entering a well and hitting a trap head-on is far greater than the success.

For a moment, the embarrassed Captain America was in a dilemma.

At this moment, the bloody breath poured into his nose, and Steve looked up suddenly, only to see wisps of blood-colored mist gushing out of the cracks in the ruins, and finally threw himself into the blood well.

In the mist, there were hazy figures struggling between the surges, the eyebrows and eyes were clear, the body was transparent, and the voices of pleading and screaming had a strong penetrating ability, causing Steve's head to ache faintly.

"Let him go!"

A figure was being pulled towards the well of blood by a shallow blood-colored mist right in front of him, and the expression of struggle on his face quickly woke up to Steve's sense that now was not the time to be surprised.

He rushed over, swinging his iron pipe and slamming it into the blood mist, reaching for the waist of the bound man to help him break free.

However, whether it was a swing or a swing, it passed directly through the target, as if it were just some kind of visual illusion.

"Hallucinations?"

Steve, who had pursued to the blood well, stopped and watched as the untouchable figure was pulled down the well with the others, his face full of struggle.

"Help me—"

The figure had a visible face, was not very old, and looked less than twenty.

A young man of this age should have been a "keen self-improvement and not weak" performance, but at this time he had a desperate face, empty eyes, and an unspeakable endless fear in his voice.

"It's just an illusion, it's the masked man's trap, a despicable and despicable means of boredom!"

Steve turned around, his body trembling slightly.

He clenched the iron pipe in his hand, forced himself to look at the battlefield where he hated the Hulk, and smiled reluctantly, and was about to walk there.

At that moment, the eye caught a glimpse of the blood stains on the sleeves of his shirt, as if they had been soaked through the mist.

The pace stagnated, and the smile froze on his face,

He glanced at Wei, who had been guarding the battlefield, with a reassuring look in his eyes, and then without hesitation, he turned and jumped into the well of blood that seemed to be up to his ankles in the water.

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