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“…” Steve’s face darkened a little when he heard this.

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Chapter 154 Hell is the most suitable base

In the motel, Steve Rogers was reading a book. On his left hand were several manuscripts given to him by Odin, and on his right hand were books bought from a bookstore introducing various information about Texas.

Steve's IQ may not be ranked first in the Marvel Universe, but his willpower is definitely first-rate. Since he is determined to change America, he is determined to learn more and see more and constantly improve himself.

Texas is the second largest state in the United States and also the state with the strongest desire for independence, which Steve knew more than 60 years ago.

There are many jokes in American society that make fun of Texas, mostly because Texans are "unsociable." However, due to the poor grassroots control capabilities in the United States and the general lack of trust in the government, the people highly respect the "rebellion" of Texans.

"If you want to promote the Hell's Kitchen initiative in Texas, you have to get at least some support first..."

Although Steve got the manuscript given by Odin at this moment, he was not very interested in "The Theory of Class" because he still had a strong sense of American honor and only wanted to take the reform route and had no idea of ​​revolution.

In the eyes of the "reformists", all bad things are done by a small group of people, and as long as these bad people are eliminated, the country will be peaceful and prosperous.

The same is true for Steve. Although he experienced the tragedy of Hell's Kitchen and understood the fate of the Black Panther Party more than 40 years ago, he still believes that this is only a problem of a small number of bad guys, and Americans are still a kind, upright and compassionate people.

He has not yet truly realized that the positions of the capitalist consortium and the lower-class civilians are naturally relative.

While Steve was concentrating on his studies, Johnny Blaze put on a black leather jacket and prepared to meet his ex-girlfriend.

Maybe it was Steve's resentment as a single man that turned into a curse.

After many years, Johnny broke his promise again.

The former devil found him and not only returned his former mount, but also activated the hellfire in his body.

Johnny, who was flying all the way with sparks and lightning, killed several thugs and then lost consciousness. He was taken to jail by the police who arrived.

Steve didn't get the news until the next day. When he saw the burning motorcycle and human skeleton in the replay of last night's breaking news, he finally understood Johnny's specialness.

“Is this a superpower or magic?”

Steve, who was puzzled, used the camouflage magic he learned from Loki to sneak into the detention room and saw Johnny, who had woken up and was trying to explain to the police.

"I think we should have some time to talk now since you don't have to keep your appointment anymore."

Steve suddenly appeared in front of Johnny, and only he could see him. Everyone else could only see Johnny who was shouting.

"Who are you?" An anxious Johnny saw Steve suddenly appear and was very confused: "Why did you come to see me?"

Johnny's past experiences have made him wary of these guys with strange abilities. Every failure makes you wiser, and this is called growth.

After thinking for a moment, Steve chose to reveal his true identity. He now needs companions and comrades-in-arms, and sincerity is crucial.

Since Johnny has already learned Loki's magic, even if he leaks the secret later, ordinary American government officials will not be able to track him down.

"My name is Steve Rogers. You may have heard of this name."

Johnny was stunned when he saw Steve restored to his original appearance. Of course he knew this person. As long as American children went to school, they would inevitably receive patriotic education.

"Shouldn't you be in Washington?" Johnny wondered, "And I haven't heard that Captain America can do magic, so you should be using magic, right?"

He pointed at the inmates around him who hadn't noticed anything unusual, and asked Steve curiously, "Were you also admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"which school?"

Steve just came back from Asgard. During this period, he has been concentrating on studying magic and doesn't know much about the current situation on Earth.

After Hogwarts opened normally, the popularity decreased. It was impossible for Tom to teach live to the public, and the British side did not want the outside world to know too much about the inside story of the magic school, so they intentionally reduced the popularity. This is all their own foundation!

In the two or three days after he came back, Steve watched TV and surfed the Internet, but he didn't see any news about Hogwarts.

"It's a magic school in England. The principal is a magician who has lived for hundreds of years..." Johnny began to introduce it to Steve.

When Hogwarts first appeared, Johnny wanted to find a wizard to solve the curse on his body, but Tom did not disclose the contact information to the outside world, and the outside world did not know how to contact Hogwarts. As a mere motorcyclist, he could not meet any big shots in the upper class.

As he spoke, his eyes lit up as he looked at Steve.

Why go far away when you can't find something near?

Isn’t this the magician?

"You are a magician, right?" Johnny asked expectantly.

"I know some magic, but I can't be considered a magician." Steve said frankly: "Also, I'm not the Captain America of this universe. I must be from another parallel universe."

Steve has never doubted the identity of the fake captain.

Some may ask why he bothers to save the Americans in this universe when he clearly believes that he belongs to another universe?

If Steve's patriotism was limited to individuals in a specific universe rather than the broader American nation, he wouldn't deserve to be called "Captain America."

Johnny doesn't care where he comes from, he just wants to use magic to remove the curse on his body.

"Can you help me remove the curse?" Johnny couldn't wait to describe his "illness": "When I was seventeen, an old man took out a contract..."

During his time in Asgard, Steve not only learned magic, but also learned a lot of common sense about the universe.

Marvel's magic system is inseparable from the dimensional demons. Although Loki learned magic from Queen Frigga, he must have a certain understanding of other factions. Otherwise, when he meets other magicians after learning, he will be "killed on first sight"?

So he felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it.

"The old man who signed the contract with you is likely from the dimension of Hell. Hell is not a false myth or legend, but a real space..."

At this point, Steve suddenly woke up.

"Hell? Yeah! Hell!"

"So the God King asked me to find Johnny because he actually wanted to tell me that Hell is the most suitable base!"

Steve finally understood Odin's intention.

In his book "Construction of Base Areas", he had already learned what characteristics a suitable base area should have.

First of all, we must avoid places where enemy forces are entrenched, and secondly, we must be concealed, which is even more important in today's era when satellites are flying all over the sky.

The American mainland does not have such conditions. No matter how well-hidden a base is, if its location is exposed, it will immediately be bombarded with missiles.

But what if the base is placed in another dimension of hell?

Chapter 155 The Skeleton Comes to Life

"That's right. If we place the base in another dimension, not only will it not be discovered, but we can also transfer personnel and supplies anytime and anywhere."

The more Steve thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"According to the data, the dimension of Hell is very large, and entrances and exits can be opened all over the world, which will facilitate the mobility of comrades across the United States. In addition, the God King said that Hell is now ownerless, and it is divided into lords of all sizes. We can find a way to defeat a small lord."

"As for the harsh environment, it can be transformed by magic..."

Steve didn't think he wanted to take the path of "surrounding the city with towns". The base he envisioned was just a temporary stronghold or military camp for storing supplies and personnel.

At present, Steve still has the mindset of a soldier, and has at most improved to the level of a military commander, but is not ready to be a leader.

The action he envisioned was like that when he led the Howling Commandos during World War II, he would lead his comrades in carrying out decapitation missions, gradually eliminating the "evil enemies", and then inspire the entire American people to stand up together and build a better America.

This is the naivety of the "reformists".

Seeing Steve indulge in self-satisfaction, Johnny was speechless.

So he added lightly: "The old man who signed the contract with me called himself 'Mephisto'."

"Oh, Murphy..." The happy Steve suddenly froze, turned his head and stared at Johnny: "Murphy what?"

"Mephisto, I've looked up some information over the years, and he should be a powerful lord of hell." Johnny glanced at Steve.

Steve got more comprehensive information from Odin, so his expression became serious: "Johnny, if you want to cancel the contract with Mephisto, it may not be enough for the two of us alone. We need to find a helper."

Just as they were discussing how to deal with Mephisto, the Texas Rangers received a report that several bodies burned to skeletons were found in a roadside bar outside Austin.

After receiving the report, the Austin-based Texas Rangers immediately dispatched personnel to the scene of the crime.

"Morris, have you heard?" Andrew, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was talking about a rumor he had just heard in the office: "A flaming skeleton appeared in Houston and was even on the state radio news."

Andrew has an active personality and is always asking about all kinds of gossip in the office. Morris, who is driving, is relatively silent. He doesn't talk much while working and is willing to talk only when he meets someone he knows.

"I read the news. There have been Dongfang Bubai who knows kung fu and wizards who can do magic. It's not surprising to see a skeleton that can emit fire now."

Morris shook his head and said with emotion: "The world is becoming more and more strange."

Although they are "mounted police", times have changed and their main means of transportation has been replaced by off-road vehicles.

It took the two an hour to reach the bar where the crime occurred, located on the Wilderness Highway, from their headquarters in Austin.

The person who called the police had already left, and the only person at the scene was an employee from a nearby gas station, who was curiously looking at the bar filled with corpses.

The American West is vast and sparsely populated. Apart from small towns, the only facilities such as motels and bars are next to the gas stations that are inevitably along the highway.

After parking the car, Morris and Andrew got out of the car, and Andrew shouted to the gas station employee at the door: "Hey, did you call the police?"

The gas station employee turned around and saw the police, and quickly shook his head: "No, about an hour ago, a traveler wanted to rest in the bar after filling up his gas tank. A few minutes later, he ran out, shouting that there was a body."

"He called the police, but I didn't. I didn't want to waste time going to the police station to make a statement."

After saying that, he walked back to the gas station which was more than 200 meters away.

As police officers, they both understood the character of the American people, so they didn't force them and walked into the bar.

This is a very common roadside bar with a bar and a kitchen behind it. The upstairs is probably the dormitory for the owner or employees. There are two rows of six tables in the hall.

But what is unusual is that there are charred skeletons sitting on the chairs.

These skeletons had lost all their flesh, but their clothes and shoes only had black marks and were not burned.

They retain the same postures as they did in life, sitting steadily on chairs, some leaning against the backs of the chairs, some with their hands on the table, and there is even one skeleton holding an undamaged glass filled with wine.

Morris's expression turned serious and his brows furrowed.

Andrew, who was always lively, stopped making a fuss. He swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey, man, if they were really living people, I don't think this matter should be handled by us."

"You're right." Morris turned around immediately, ran back to the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the RCMP headquarters.

"Captain, the skeleton at the crime scene..."

"Ah!" A miserable scream came from the bar.

Morris looked up suddenly and shouted towards the bar: "Andrew, what happened? Are you okay?"