Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Amidst the gunfire, Jason staggered back, blood splattered on his body, until the last bullet hit his forehead, he froze and fell to the ground.
Carter put down his pistol and frowned deeply: "It's really scary. I always feel that something is wrong with this person."
You are scarier!
Steve swallowed. Although he knew that Carter was an agent and it was inevitable to shoot and kill, the longing in his heart was inevitably beautified subjectively. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he still felt a sense of disillusionment and loss.
"I'm going to chase him." Thinking of Russell who had escaped, Steve hurriedly ran towards the alley. The delay was a bit long, and he didn't know if he could catch up.
At this moment, the body on the ground suddenly moved. Jason grabbed Steve's ankle and pulled hard, knocking the latter down.
"Oh, God……"
Carter was stunned. He had been shot more than a dozen times and had a hole in his head, but Jason was still not dead. In other words, he died and came back to life. The gunshot wounds on Jason's body healed themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a few seconds, they became intact, but... his face became even uglier.
Steve was also stunned. Jason grabbed his ankle with one hand, clamped his neck with the other, raised it above his head, and threw him in the direction of Carter.
The strange picture was very visually impactful. Carter finally came back to her senses and saw the two Ds approaching quickly. She was unable to catch Steve and was pushed to the ground and made a flesh pad.
Tsk! ! !
Seven or eight cars stopped, and agents from the military and SSR arrived. More than twenty black guns were aimed at Jason and they opened fire.
clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter! clatter----
Jason was nailed to the wall by the powerful firepower, blood splattered all over the floor, and half of his head was blown away by the firepower of a submachine gun. However, when the gunfire stopped, his wounds began to repair automatically, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he completed a resurrection that subverted all three views.
After Jason was resurrected, he stood motionless at the entrance of the alley, neither attacking nor retreating, as if to tell everyone that if they wanted to pass here, they could only step over his body.
Facing an immortal monster, everyone was at a loss. Whether they were agents or soldiers, they were all taught to trust the guns in their hands, but the instructors never told them what to do if they encountered an enemy that could not be killed by bullets.
Carter was the first to react: "People from SSSR, take a detour and pass by, others...catch him."
Carter did not hesitate to give the order. The super soldier serum is important and a strategic black technology, but the immortality is of higher value. As long as Jason is captured and the secret is cracked, he can create a war-defining army. An invincible force that wins or loses.
In fact, Carter still has a worry in her heart, which may be more appropriately called anxiety. She is afraid that the technology of immortality will be completely mastered by the Axis Powers. In that case, the war does not need to continue, and the Allies can simply raise the white flag and surrender.
At this moment, the mutation regenerated, and Jason suddenly trembled on the spot as if he was electrocuted. His twisted features rolled up his eyes, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no more movement.
Everyone stared, completely confused as to what was happening. Steve tentatively walked over and squatted in front of the body to hold the carotid artery.
"he died!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately moved forward, pushed Steve away to check and confirm, and finally carried the body into the car and left the scene as quickly as possible.
"Agent Carter, that body..."
"Steve, we have no rights."
Carter bit his lip and shook his head at Steve. The two watched the body being taken away by the army.
Later, the army recruited a group of top biogenetic scientists to start deciphering the immortality. This project was studied by the army until the 21st century, and billions of dollars were invested in it. Even if they haven't analyzed it yet, they still continue to invest money. The military bosses firmly believe that immortality exists objectively, but they have not found the right method.
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Clausburg Arms Factory!
Schmidt was not in a very good mood. Just two days ago, the great head of state sent someone to convey his dissatisfaction. If Schmidt continued to misbehave, he would be sent to hell with Hydra.
Schmidt was ambitious and unwilling to be inferior to others. After obtaining the Cube, he became even more arrogant. Unable to withstand the threat, he directly used the weapons developed by the Cube to kill the Führer's people, officially breaking with Berlin.
No one is restraining him, and he no longer has to answer to anyone. Schmidt enjoys his freedom now. No one will tell him what to do anymore, but now he must face a grim fact.
Without Berlin's funding, he was a little tight on money and had to find a way to do something.
War is the fastest way to make money. Hydra has also trained many soldiers over the years. They are well-equipped and have epoch-making war weapons. He is not afraid of either the German army or the British and American coalition forces.
Schmidt has a long-term vision, and he really doesn't want to take this step if he has to. It wasn't that he was afraid of war, but that he knew Hydra's weaknesses. In terms of the number of soldiers, he was at a disadvantage. He is not a head of state, a prime minister, or a president. If he cannot expand the army by one million with a draft, Hydra will only have fewer and fewer soldiers.
This is also related to Schmidt's morbid psychology. He has strict requirements on the loyalty of his subordinates and makes everyone regard him as a god. The first step in the training of new recruits is brainwashing, and they can graduate by becoming a fanatical believer.
War means attrition, no war means no money. Without money, you cannot develop super weapons. Without super weapons, you will be killed by the head of state. Schmidt fell into a passive cycle. His hairline has become thinner in the past two days.
The messenger knocked on the door and entered, saluting: "Chief, Captain Russell is back and is waiting for your summons."
"Finally there is good news..." A slight smile appeared on Schmidt's gloomy face: "Let the captain come in, immediately!"
"yes!"
Two minutes later, Russell stood in front of the desk and put down the metal suitcase: "Chief, the mission has been completed. Dr. Erskine is dead. This is the serum you want."
Russell said, opening the suitcase, and the super soldier serum was clearly listed.
Schmidt glanced casually, closed the suitcase gently, as if he didn't care at all, walked up to Russell and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Captain, are you not injured?"
"Thank you for your concern, Chief. I'm not injured." Russell straightened his back and said with a little uneasiness in his eyes, "It's just... Agent Fred died. In order to complete the mission, he was..."
"Wait, Captain." Schmidt raised his hand to interrupt, shook his head and said, "I don't know who Agent Fred is, and I don't care if he sacrifices. As long as you can return safely, this mission is worthwhile." On to perfection.”
Schmidt said, staring at Russell affectionately, as if he was very optimistic about you. In this situation, Russell naturally had to do something. He looked back at the past with the same affection, raising his arms high: "Long live Hydra!"
"Well said, Captain." Schmidt nodded: "You have made great contributions to the American Empire this time. I have to reward you well. Is there anything you want?"
"No, I don't have anything I want." Russell frowned and said, "I will sacrifice my life for the leader and Hydra. This is my duty and I don't need any reward."
Schmidt smiled and said: "Captain, I appreciate your loyalty, and it's worth recruiting you from the army, but rewards and punishments must be clear, and I need to use you as an example to inspire everyone."
Russell pondered for a moment: "Chief, please approve me to join the scientific research team."
Schmidt's smile remained unchanged: "Tell me your reasons. As far as I know, you are not interested in research."
Russell straightened up: "Because you, the leader, are a scientist, I want to get closer to you."
"Haha, Captain, I appreciate you more and more." This flattery was a new idea. Schmidt felt relieved and said generously: "Captain, which research team do you want to join, the super weapon team?"
The super weapon team is about the development of cosmic magic. It mainly guides energy to create weapons. Individual weapons can turn flesh and blood into ashes instantly with just one shot. The artillery mounted on armored vehicles is more destructive and is currently being developed. The super bomb, which is more terrifying than the atomic bomb, is supervised by Dr. Zola and is one of Schmidt's most important scientific research projects.
The energy of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube is almost infinite. If you take off your clothes, you will become a space gem. As long as you join this team, you will be able to get close contact with the space gem. No matter how you look at it, it is a choice for promotion.
But Russell shook his head decisively and refused. The Rubik's Cube is a hot potato that is being spied on by all the major forces in the universe. It is as powerful as Asgard and can only be thrown to the corner of the earth. He will not be a fool to get in on it. Asking for hardship.
Besides, Schmidt's research on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube has gone astray. If it's not done properly, there will be an experimental accident someday. The explosion is light, and it will be miserable if it is transported to an outer space planet and cannot complete its mission.
When the punishment for mission failure comes, what should he say on Thanos' big bed? If you compliment the opponent on his strength, will he be spared his life?
"Chief, I want to engage in other scientific research projects!"
When Russell said this, the vigilance in Schmidt's eyes disappeared: "Which team do you want to join? Because of the war, many projects have been shelved."
"I hope it will be research on biological genes, just like the super soldier serum in this mission."
Schmidt became interested: "Can you tell me the reason?"
"When I was on a mission, I saw the super soldier created by Erskine. Ten of us couldn't defeat him, and Agent Fred died because of it..."
"Wait!" The smile on Schmidt's face faded, revealing a hint of coldness: "You just said... Erskine created a super soldier?"
"Yes."
Schmidt remained silent, his face changing back and forth: "Captain, write me a detailed mission report later. Also, can you describe the appearance of that super soldier?"
Russell thought about it for a moment: "He is over six feet tall and weighs at least 230 pounds. He is an American white man. He has great strength and energy. He can run as fast as a car. Well... his chest and gluteal muscles are very strong!"
