I don't know how long it has been.

In order to avoid detection, the crown carried Mawson's memories and merged into the shield, and Mawson's soul fell into a deep sleep.

Until at some point, he woke up again.

The sun shines on you.

No, it should be said on the shield.

A feeling of rebirth arose.

Soon, the sounds and sights around him broke into his soul.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of bullets struck the shield, and Mawson saw a young white man holding the shield, carefully cowering in the trench.

Although he has now lost his former strength, his soul realm is still much higher than that of ordinary people.

After a casual check, Mawson determined the identity of the other party.

New traversers.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

"It's just a shield, why are there so many twists and turns?!"

The young man cursed, but before he could finish his words, a barrage of bullets hit the ground above his head, and dirt flew through his mouth.

"Phew!"

The young man bent down and spat on dirt.

There weren't many people around him who resisted, and there was no body armor at this time, and if it weren't for the shield in his hand, he would have died a long time ago.

"Strangling his soul and I should be able to replace him easily......"

Mo Sen thought about it, the other party was completely an ordinary person, and it should be the first time to carry out a mission, but what about after killing him?

Mawson knew that the soul of every Descendant had a shackle carved by an unknown being.

He was worried that if he erased the soul of the other party, would the shackles engraved on the soul dissipate, or would it be wrapped around his soul?

It was hard to get rid of the prying eyes, and Mawson didn't want to start over.

This is the only chance that William has had with his life, the power he has acquired over the past hundred years.

"What if it doesn't touch the soul, but kills his body directly?"

"If the mission fails, will he be wiped out directly, or will he come back and perform the mission again?"

Another thought popped up for Mawson.

At this time, on the opposite side of the trench, the enemy tank was slowly approaching, and many soldiers followed behind the tank, indifferently replenishing their guns on the corpses.

Looking at the speed of the tank's advance, it can reach the vicinity in a few minutes at most.

Seeing that the distance of the large army was getting closer and closer, the white young man looked panicked, beads of sweat the size of beans left on his forehead, and the oppression of death made him lose his mind, he raised his shield and ran away in a panic.

Sudden Sudden Rush!

Machine gun sweep.

Some of them were bounced off the shield, and the rest broke the legs of the white youth.

He screamed and crawled forward on the ground.

A pair of shiny high-top leather boots stepped on his back.

Click!

Boom!

The white youth's brain was pierced by bullets, and his body twitched before he was completely silent.

"Dead."

Although I don't know what this guy did specifically, he is obviously not cautious enough, and when he is involved in the battlefield in this troubled era, even 10 lives are not enough to die.

A young and resolute-looking officer picked up the shield on the ground, and he wiped the blood from the surface of the shield, a hint of surprise on his face.

"It's hard metal."

"Dangdang!"

Mawson was in no hurry to erase the soul of the other party, and now that the Adventist on the mission was dead, he was very curious about the next step of the existence.

Do you send a new person to continue the mission, or reset the time again?

No, there shouldn't be a need for a reset time, most of them are the former.

As Mawson pondered, the young officer with his shield froze, followed by the flying dust, the screams of prisoners of war, and the bullets fired from a soldier's gun in the distance.

Time is frozen at this moment.

Mawson was able to perceive this change because of his own peculiarity, but he could do nothing but think about it in his soul.

"What's going on?"

"When the Advent leaves this world, time will be frozen?"

Mawson originally planned to quietly lurk in the Marvel Universe, he had countless knowledge in his head, and even without the help of the Chrono Express, he was confident that he would become strong in the shortest possible time.

He knew everything that happened next, Odin's conspiracy, Strange's identity, and the whereabouts of all the Infinity Primogems.

It won't be long before he can regain his lost strength and even become stronger!

But now......

The frozen time made all his thoughts come to naught.

He is only able to act if someone else enters the Marvel Universe, or if the entire universe pushes time to a certain point due to special needs, then it is too restrictive for him.

More than ten years have passed in the Marvel Universe, and the Adventists may have gone through 10 mission worlds outside, and the gap between them will be quickly widened.

What's more, the utilization of time is too low!

"There has to be a way to do it!"

"I'll never have a chance to win here."

His previous experience had taught him that mere power doesn't make sense for some beings.

Rules, insight into the origin of the universe, is what he should pursue now.

I don't know how long it has been, but Mawson once again noticed the change in time in the outside world, and this time he relied on his powerful soul realm to directly control the officers who touched the shield.

By scanning the other party's memories, Mawson learned that this guy named Sinki was a German officer who had secretly joined Red Skull's special unit not long ago.

Of course, it was not called Hydra at this time, and the Red Skull was not completely independent.

Mawson takes control of the officers, submits a new application, and becomes a secret agent on his way to New York.

Everything was going well, and it didn't take long for Mawson to be back in that familiar place again.

Brooklyn, New York.

It was unclear to him whether the normal passage of time was due to entering the Adventist or to reach a specific point in order to cater to someone else's mission.

But in this day and age, no matter what mission the people who come to perform should be inseparable from Hydra and Captain America.

Mawson intends to stay in Brooklyn and wait for change.

The next Advent, and the tasks he performs, will affect some of Mawson's judgments.

He controlled the German officer to live alone in his apartment in Brooklyn, and the military placed him in the government department, and one of the contacts who came to pick him up was actually known to Mawson.

If it goes according to normal development, it was the same man who shot Professor Egins with his own hands.

Greg.

Basically the highest-ranking agent planted by the German military in New York.

The time came to May 1942, and at that time, Mawson was almost in this time period into this world.

Finally, one afternoon in mid-June, Mawson noticed an abrupt figure.

But this time, the one who came turned out to be a woman.