Chapter 12

"You stay here! Protect the Colonel! I'll go after him!"

Luke, who jumped out of the metal instrument, looked around and immediately reflected what had happened.

He put on his coat and asked Rogers to stay at the base. The latter nodded subconsciously.

The crowd watched Luke bend his legs slightly and jump.

Load Superman template and take on a new body.

Like a power storage shell, it jumped directly from the bottom of the operation room to the second floor.

Holding the railing with one hand, Luke turned over cleanly and beautifully, and stepped firmly on the ground.

Fortunately, the data-based ability provided by the character panel makes him quickly get used to a large part of his physical quality beyond ordinary people.

Not like Clark in his childhood, he often has to face the trouble of losing control of his ability!

Luke's feet exerted strength, and abundant strength poured out of his body, and the concrete floor was stepped out of a cobweb like crack.

He was like a strong wind sweeping through, setting off a violent airflow.

The ground seemed to vibrate with the sound of "Dong".

The whole person rushed out like a sharp sword and pulled out a residual shadow!

In just two breaths, the tall and straight figure had rushed to the corridor.

The killer sent by hydra is very clever.

When he escaped, he did not forget to destroy the door controlled by the button and shut the pursuers behind him in to delay.

"Unfortunately, in my eyes, it is as thin as a piece of paper!"

Luke didn't stop or slow down.

The figure of the pen rushed forward, accelerated sharply and knocked open the thick metal door.

Just hear the "bang", a clear human figure appears on the gate!

"OK! I take back that sentence, but I still feel a little bit!"

Luke shook his head. He admitted that the metal gate was not as fragile as paper. It should be almost a plank.

Rush out of the secret base and come to the compartment.

Luke stopped abruptly, and a gust of wind shook the bookshelves.

When he walked out, he saw the old woman in the antique shop who was the contact person. She was shot and fell to the ground.

Outside the door, a black car had started.

The killer sent by the Hydra swept wantonly with a Thomson submachine gun.

Dada, dada!

Dense bullets broke the car window and swept several plainclothes agents outside.

The sudden outbreak of fierce gunfight caused panic among pedestrians.

For fear of being affected, they held their heads and ran away. At the same time, they didn't forget to scream at their throat.

Luke took a few steps out of the antique shop. When he was ready to pursue, the car parked at the door exploded in an instant.

The billowing fire, the amazing air waves, and the tall and straight figure stand in it without the slightest shake.

I watched the car carrying the Hydra killer turn a corner and disappear at the end of the street.

Luke smiled coldly and ran wildly!

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"Why is there so much noise?"

The Hydra member who came to meet him complained.

The mission they received was to assassinate Abraham Erskine and destroy the super soldier plan, not to plan terrorist attacks in New York!

Because once it gets big, you have to pay a huge price if you want to evacuate!

"There are two super soldiers! There are pursuers behind... Drive quickly!"

The killer was panting, and a cold sweat came out from behind him, as if he had been closely watched by a fierce beast.

Even if you get into the pick-up car and get rid of those plain clothes agents, you still don't feel any escape.

He was a hydra who spent a lot of time and energy burying a nail in the military committee.

Had it not been for Berlin's orders, Abraham Erskine must be eliminated, and he would never have taken the initiative to expose himself!

The frontal battlefield of the allies and Axis powers competes for the abilities of soldiers, guns and leaders.

However, in the competition at the intelligence level, we look at the secret message decoding of radio communication, as well as the time and depth of spy latency.

This killer named Greg can be said to be the Hydra in New York, the spy with the longest latency and the highest intelligence level.

He could have played a more important role, but now he has no chance.

"Back in Berlin, the Fuehrer will certainly give you a medal in person!"

The Hydra driving said with envy.

"If I can go back to Berlin, i... wait! There's someone behind!"

Killer Greg just wanted to say that after completing this task, he was ready to go back to his hometown to get married. As a result, the remaining light in the corner of his eye was in the rearview mirror and glanced at a tall running figure!

The Hydra members, who thought they had escaped safely, stared round and couldn't believe it!

"I always step on the accelerator..."

He murmured.

Is there anyone in the world who can catch up with a four wheeled car with two legs?

Killer Greg quickly raised his gun, stuck his head out of the window and wanted to fight back.

Luke jumped suddenly, jumped high, avoided the firing of submachine gun and hit the speeding car accurately.

Then force with both hands, like tearing paper, and tear open the tin roof!

Greg, sitting in the co pilot's position, threw away the submachine gun that emptied the magazine, took out the pistol and aimed it at Luke, trying to pull the trigger.

Luke's face was expressionless, his right hand stretched out directly and held the PPK automatic pistol.

Bang, a 7.65mm small caliber bullet hit the open palm, but it seemed to hit the steel plate, making a sound of metal collision.

Luke raised his eyebrows slightly and squeezed the pistol into a lump of scrap iron with a strong grip.

"Monster!"

The driver screamed with horror on his face.

As a result, Luke disliked him for being too noisy. He picked it up with one hand and threw it out like garbage.

WOW!

The whole man smashed the window of a shop on the street and fell to the ground. He didn't know life or death.

"Cut off one head and grow two heads! Long live hydra..."

Greg saw Luke's terrible power and couldn't help despair.

After shouting the slogan of Hydra, he was ready to bite the potassium cyanide poison hidden in his teeth.

He has the consciousness of devoting himself to the organization and is not afraid of death!

"I know you are a hydra. How can you not think of this!"

Luke tilted his mouth, as if he had expected, and leaned his hand to remove his opponent's chin.

In his eyes, the other party's actions are too slow. As long as you concentrate, it's like looking at frame by frame freeze frames.

Hydra is a huge organization with strict management. In order to prevent being caught or found, and cause information leakage, every spy and agent sent out to perform tasks will wipe the poison on their collar or hide it in their worn false teeth.

The strategic science Corps still knows this information.

Ignoring Greg's frightened eyes, Luke pulled each other out of the car like a chick.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter came by car.

They took the captured killer and the driver back to the antique shop in Brooklyn.

"Well done, Luke!"

Back to the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised.

He saw the human figure left by Luke on the wall and heard about the amazing deeds of the other party's legs catching up with the car and palms blocking bullets.

Looking at Luke, who was taller and stronger than before, the Colonel seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"You go out first. I have something to talk to Carville."

Looking at the busy Infirmary, Colonel Phillips shouted.

He kicked the doctor and the nurse out and looked at Luke with a solemn face.

"What's up, Colonel?"

Luke put on his coat as the only "super soldier".

Like Rogers, he was inevitably treated with blood.

Dr. Erskine was shot and killed, and all the samples were exhausted - it wouldn't have been so.

When the initial plan was made, there was only one super soldier, but now there are more Luke, resulting in the use of the remaining serum samples.

Even with a large amount of research data as support, we want to reverse restore Dr. Erskine's serum formula.

At present, this is still a difficult task to complete.

The only thing we can expect now is that Luke and Rogers' blood - the hope of replicating serum - are hidden in their genetic code!

However, the military's fantasy is a fragile bubble after all.

First of all, Luke is not a real super soldier at all.

The energy provided by serum was used to activate the plug-in and open the gift bag, which did not play the slightest role in transforming the human body.

That's why Luke didn't feel pain after the injection.

What's more, he loaded the Superman template.

It is undoubtedly a dream to extract something from the blood.

Even decades later, the military created a pile of inferior products with great side effects through the so-called reverse reduction.

"Do you think about the future, Luke?"

Colonel Phillips looked serious and said in a deep voice: "copying the serum formula and creating a new super soldier will not succeed in the short term. If the plan is aborted, those politicians will try their best to get rid of their responsibilities!"

"As a super soldier, I'm more optimistic about you - Rogers is a good man! But you're better in all aspects! I can see that Luke, you're a natural soldier! You'll never be soft on the enemy!"

"Rogers is far from that. He still has some naive idealism! It won't help win the war!"

"The essence of war is plunder! Violence! A means to seize interests! Although we will say that this is a war of justice! It is a war of freedom! In fact, there is no good or evil in war!"

"Rogers doesn't understand this truth. I hope you can understand!"

Luke was surprised to hear this. He didn't expect the colonel to see it clearly.

Obviously, the other party's performance in the plot is just a common stubborn and rigid military image.