Chapter 287: Ch.286 Death of Zemo

Chapter 287: Ch.286 Death of Zemo

Zemo knew that earlier in the day, Red Skull had arranged an ambush for Captain America with just a few hundred soldiers, armed with energy rifles, and they managed to drive Captain America away.

It was based on this that he devised his strategy for tonight, hoping for the same result.

However, it was clear now that things were not going as planned!

Captain America wasn't just unharmed—these soldiers couldn't stop him at all!

Watching Hydra soldiers turn to ashes one by one while Captain America remained unphased even after taking a few hits, Zemo started to lose his nerve.

The situation was deviating from his plan. He decided to retreat for now, regroup with more troops, and come back with heavy weaponry.

But before he could move, Red Skull grabbed him again, his iron grip locking onto Zemo's arm. Red Skull didn't even look at him, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

"You want to face Captain America?"

"Mm."

Red Skull's reply was as brief as ever. Tonight, he seemed to have become a man of few words, only uttering one syllable over and over.

Zemo steadied himself. If that was the case, then he'd stay and see how things played out. Red Skull still had considerable brute strength, and in the past, he had proven himself able to fight Captain America to a standstill.

If he could just launch a sneak attack from the sidelines, there was still a chance.

Zemo stopped his retreat, standing beside Red Skull once more.

Below the execution platform, Su Ming had exhausted the energy in several weapons, and his armor had over a dozen holes. Yet his desire for battle was peaking, and he felt no pain.

Most of his focus was on keeping himself from going berserk and restraining the strange impulses of Stranglehold.

After a few minutes, he had taken down about four hundred Hydra soldiers. Now he stood atop a pile of corpses, level with the execution platform, locking eyes with Red Skull and Zemo.

Red Skull seemed lost in thought, his gaze distant, while Zemo appeared uncertain.

Behind them, the hostages wore expressions of joy; "saved at the last moment" didn't begin to describe their relief. Captain America was like an angel descending from heaven.

Red Skull, still gripping Zemo, leapt off the platform, charging at Su Ming together.

"Some damage to the armor, ten new holes in the body, stamina running low—Red Skull, you sure know how to play."

Su Ming leaned against a nearby building, feeling out the damage to his armor. He had identified the black mist—something he hadn't expected to see. Stryker's signature weapon had found its way into the hands of his sworn enemy.

Red Skull had clones now, and it was obvious they hadn't been made by Zola.

A figure with a red dot on their forehead flashed through Su Ming's mind—a figure known for producing all kinds of clones in the future.

It seemed he would have to ask Monarch to send a message to the London Sanctum, requesting that the ancient and shameless Sorcerer Supreme give Sinister some "extra attention."

Baron Zemo was no more—only his rapier lay discarded far away, tossed aside during his struggle with Red Skull.

Su Ming gave it a glance; it was just ordinary alloy. He had no interest in it.

The black mist gradually dissipated.

The Death Spore Flowers' bloom on Midgard wouldn't last long. Now, it vanished into the night as if it had never been there.

The hostages on the execution platform were fortunate. Though clearly traumatized, few had actually perished from the toxic fumes.

"What are you waiting for? Run for your lives!"

"Thank you, Captain America! You're our hero!"

The hostages didn't even bother untying the ropes on their wrists. Instead, they supported one another, running for their lives, vanishing into the alleys of the city.

Whether they would make it to safety would depend on their luck. Red Skull clearly had more plans, as there wasn't a single regular German unit in the square—only Hydra troops. This meant there might be blockades or similar traps on the outskirts.

Red Skull wanted Zemo dead, and it seemed he had deemed all the Hydra soldiers here as expendable to maintain secrecy.

Hydra turning on itself—there was nothing honorable about that.

Su Ming took one last look at the empty battlefield and left without hesitation. About five minutes later, a figure appeared in the square, picking up Zemo's discarded weapon.

A pair of blue hands reached into the black ash pile that had once been Zemo, retrieving a special Hydra emblem. Only a leader's insignia could be so resilient, made of a unique metal that could withstand the energy of the Tesseract.

The figure dusted off the emblem, pocketing it with a gentle blow to remove the ash.

"Sigh... things are spinning out of control. It looks like I'll need to act sooner rather than later."