I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Chapter 521: A Chance Encounter

Captain America- Rogers, was defeated.

The horrific, bone-deep stab wound completely destroyed his recovery ability, and he fell to the ground as if he had lost his footing.

The blood never stopped pouring out, staining the ground around him red.

"It's mission accomplished."

Jingle Chunshui walked slowly to the side, bent down to pick up the dropped hat, put it back on his head, looked at the unconscious Captain America, and said with a smile. "I didn't expect that the will is so strong that the choice of Lord Spirit Master is indeed correct."

While the fight wasn't long or even exciting, Captain America's tenacity and tenacity throughout the fight certainly won him over.

"Oh, that's a great idea."

Jingle Chunshui turned over his round cap, stroked his stubble-covered chin, and said with a smile. "Go back and ask Lord Lingwang, maybe we can let him join the eighth team and share some work with me.

Such talents must be obtained in advance, not to mention that the 13 teams are now facing the dilemma of downsizing, so they must be obtained first.

The fifth team has Chen Qingcheng, who is known as the strongest genius in the millennium. He graduated less than a year ago and has nearly full marks in the four basic knowledge, and even mastered the beginning of the solution.

The eleventh team has Fang Yu, he is not fast, but he has experience, if he is trained, he can at least become the captain.

Not to mention the 25th team, the tenth small team, which secretly learned a large number of students, and its personnel reserve increased sharply. Although it has been divided by other teams, it still has its inheritance.

In view of the fact that this situation will become more and more serious in the future, Jingle Chunshui decided that it is best to start early to avoid being intercepted.

"it is good!"

The more Jingle Chunshui thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, rubbing his chin and saying. "The guy who got away got someone else but this guy...he's mine hehe

Poor Captain America is unconscious and voiceless, his future hastily decided.

Jingle Shunsui picked up Captain America, intending to take him to the fourth team to heal his injuries, and then lock him up for a good "exercise.

"Huh! Alas! Alas!"

Peter wanted to run away along the road, not even daring to turn his head, for fear of delaying the time that Captain Rogers set aside for him with his life.

I don't know how far I ran in one breath.

Feeling exhausted, Peter hurriedly hid in the room, leaning against the wall next to him exhaustedly, gasping for breath, sweat streaming down his clothes.

At this point, he was considered lucky.

He didn't meet any Death God along the way, and there were no patrols nearby. Otherwise, in his current state, if he was discovered, he would have to wait to die.

"Captain, he... the mental stress has disappeared!"

Peter's eyes widened in horror.

at this time.

The mental pressure he felt belonged to the captain, hot and turbulent like a fireball, but suddenly disappeared.

Is Captain Rogers dead!?

"No! Impossible!"

As soon as this thought appeared, Peter felt as if the sky was falling, he covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from screaming, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face became pale.

Captain Rogers is so powerful that even if he can't defeat this Death God, he can't let something happen to him, he has to hide now.

Yes...that must be it!

Peter forced himself to calm down, pressing his whole body down in panic and anxiety, hiding in the shadows of the room.

Mr. Stark is still locked in the confessional, only three days away from his execution, their staff are scattered everywhere, no one even knows how many of them are still alive, the situation couldn't be worse! At this time, Mr Stark's wife and children were taken to hospital.

Could they still rescue Mr. Stark in such a desperate situation?

Peter, who was only 16 years old, felt the deep pressure at that moment. He was the only one who knew the news of the execution. Under the instruction of Rogers, he was ordered to contact other lost members.

The mental and physical stress was intense, and soon the young man felt exhausted, his eyes seemed to be hanging from heavy locks, his mind was lost, and he was trapped.

There was little moon and the night was dark.

When Peter opened his eyes again, through the window of the room, he found that it was already late at night outside, and he could still vaguely hear the sharp footsteps of the Death God patrolling in the distance.

"Oh no, why did I fall asleep!"

Peter jumped up from the ground uncertainly, rubbing his cheeks vigorously, regretting that he wasted precious time in this situation

"Woke up from a dream?"

Suddenly, a cold, majestic voice came from the darkness ahead.

EBA!!!".

Sweat broke through Peter's body in an instant, his thick nerves tensed, and goosebumps flowed down his spine all the way to the sky.

despair

......

yes………

There were obvious footsteps, and Peter was getting closer and closer. Under the thin moonlight shining through the window, he saw a frail girl in a dead overlord outfit slowly coming out of the darkness.

On the right arm of the girl in the Shibawang costume, there is a palm-sized wooden armband with bell-shaped flowers drawn on it.

He knew that this plant was the symbol of the five-person group, a tree with horse feet, and he also knew the meaning of the flower language: sacrifice, danger, and pure love.

Thanks to Captain Rogers, who made him learn the 13 teams, their symbols, and the meaning of the colors, if he faces this Death God now, he won't know which team he belongs to.

"Haha...haha, I was discovered!"

Peter suppressed the panic in his heart, pretended to be indifferent, rubbed his head, and said with a smile. "I'm from the eighth team. I wanted to rest here, but I didn't expect you to find me out. "I'm sorry, vice captain."

The wooden armband is the unique symbol of the vice-captain, so Peter quickly used it to judge that the opponent was the vice-captain of the fifth team.

But he was still wearing Deadman's costume and still had a saber on his waist, so Peter confidently believed that if he disguised himself like this, he would not be found.

"You...you're out of your mind, aren't you?"

Chen Qingcheng was a little helpless, and directly pointed out his identity: "You must be one of those desperadoes, where are the others?"

Although it seems that her eyes are invisible, she is actually much better at perception. She can almost imitate the appearance of others. In her mind, even the colors are perfectly imitated, no different from the eyes of ordinary people.

"Uh"

Peter's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned composure and forced a smile. "You are right, I am the Death God of the eighth team.

"first……………"

Chen Qingcheng raised his fingers and said coldly: "Although the world of corpses and souls is big, no one likes to be a man disguised as a woman, and no one likes to pretend to be, um, a little girl."

Peter's face tightened as he spoke reluctantly. "Lieutenant, you don't understand this world. This is a big place. I've been a pervert since I was a child. I'm used to dressing up as a woman."

In order to avoid exposure, he also resisted.

"...

Chen Qingcheng replied indifferently: "As a qualified magic stick, you will never use it with a knife on your back, and there will be no ridiculous things like pointing the handle of the knife backward at the enemy."

Peter's heart was beating wildly, and he subconsciously looked down at his waist, only to realize that the direction of his saber was not backward as she said.

"Meow~"

Chen Qingcheng chuckled lightly.

Oh no, I was tricked!

Peter painted a wry smile, but he didn't expect to be deceived by this girl who was willing to expose herself in a few words.

"Then, this perverted gentleman..."

Chen Qingcheng smiled weakly, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said a word slowly. "Since I have seen through the disguise, are you going to give up resistance and surrender, or do you want to fight me?"

The corners of Peter's mouth twitched slightly, his reputation as a pervert now had to be considered safe, and by his own admission. .