One hour ago, Hydra base, location is confidential.

The dark red waves spread like a sea of ​​tide, violently impacting the white brick walls and one-way glass in the enclosed room. The super-strength glass that was enough to withstand the impact of a rocket slightly buzzed under the violent impact, and even a light crack appeared.

A girl in white in the room half-kneeled on the ground as weakly as if she was weak, with her long red hair hanging down. She gasped violently and hard, with a trace of blood oozing from her mouth and nose, and her face with clear facial features was as pale as a piece of white printing paper.

Outside the room, the old man in a white coat held his glasses and carefully moved from the operating table to his serious boss. Baron Wolfgang von Strack stood upright with his waist, staring at the girl sitting on the ground behind the one-way glass with a look of displeasure on his face.

"Failed?" He glanced at the responsible old man.

"No, I can't say that completely, sir." The old man frowned, "but the development of things is indeed... a bit unexpected."

"how?"

"We originally hoped to amplify the sensing ability she showed before and use this ability to lock in the position of the 'Black Knight'." The old man looked at the girl behind the glass, who was trying to curl up his body into a ball, as if trying to keep warm. "But the result was that her ability seemed to have some sense of her ability."

Strack looked at him coldly.

"induction?"

"Yes." The old man said confidently, "I think we have reason to believe that the other party may be a superpower with similar categories to her, and their similar abilities have a resonance. But at least from the perspective of performance, the other party's ability to control their abilities seems to be far stronger than her. So after only one moment of contact, the other party blocked her. It's a pity that if the time is a little longer, we might get the other party's identity information..."

"It means we got nothing in the end?" Strack asked coldly.

"No, that's not what it means." The old man said hurriedly, "Although it's still a little bit short of the other party's true identity, we have at least successfully obtained his current location! If we do it as soon as possible..."

Strack snorted and finally glanced at the girl in the isolation room.

"Closed her back to the cell. Start increasing the dosage and training intensity tomorrow. I need her to speed up the progress."

Strack said, turning around and walking out, and at the same time he said to the deputy following behind him: "Notify Pierce and tell him what we know. He will take over later."

"Yes, sir."

***

One hour later, now.

The dance hall venue, the top floor of the building directly opposite.

The door of the stairwell was kicked open from the inside, and the strong and burly man walked up to the roof in a low shape. He was wearing a black tactical vest, wearing a mask, and a large black bag on his right shoulder. His left arm was a silver-white metal electronic prosthesis, with red five-star painted on his shoulder.

The Winter Soldier, one of Hydra's aces, the super soldier, the brainwashed top killer, an assassination weapon managed by Alexander Pierce.

He squatted down on the edge of the rooftop and put down the big bag on his shoulder. He took out the launcher, firing machine, infrared night vision aiming equipment and 84mm rocket warhead from the bag, and skillfully assembled a dark-shaped rocket launcher.

He half-squatted on the edge of the rooftop, put the launcher on his shoulder, and locked the dance hall opposite him across the road. He held his breath and focused like a hunter hiding in a bush, with his fingers pressing on the trigger.

However, after waiting for a few breaths, the instructions came from the headset he wore right ear.

"The plan has changed." The commander at the other end of the headset ordered, "regardless of his identity, he has been confirmed to have disappeared from it. The mission is cancelled and retreat immediately."

Without any doubt, the Winter Soldier who received the command released the trigger without saying a word and began to disassemble the bazooka and prepare to retreat.

He is a sharp blade, a top-secret weapon for precise assassination. And weapons do not need to be asked questions.

"Where are you in a hurry?"

The mechanical bass came from the rear. The Winter Warrior did not hesitate at all. He turned around without any hesitation. The Colt M1911A1 automatic pistol flashed in his palm like a magic trick.

The trigger was pulled, and the gunshot sounded. The hideous fire light pushed the 11.43mm bullet out of the gun chamber, directly locking the head of the man behind him.

The bullet's borehole speed is about 246 meters per second, and the distance between the two sides is only five steps away. The bullet can hit the target before the human reflex nerve has time to give any response... It should have been like this. However, the bullet hovered in a very strange position less than half a centimeter before flying to the other side, as if someone pressed the pause button to stop it at this frame.

Only then did the Winter Soldier see clearly the appearance of the opponent behind him—a black modern industrial-style armor with white stripes on his limbs and chest. The pistol bullet he shot was parked in front of the V-shaped eyepiece of the opponent's helmet as if he was hit by an evil move, and he refused to move forward.

The Winter Warrior and Hydra finally played this trump card. However, Michael did not figure out how they knew who the Winter Warriors were supposed to kill. He was quite sure that there was no mistake in all his actions so far.

But it doesn't matter, he will figure it out soon.

Michael moved his fingers and made a gesture similar to "go". The hovering bullet seemed to have regained its momentum in an instant - but in the opposite direction. The Winter Warrior was instinctively wrong, and the spiraling bullet happened to fly past him along the way.

The Winter Soldier is just a puppet, and even if he catches him, he will not be able to ask for any useful information. Michael is very clear about this, so he has no intention of wasting time with him at all.

He raised his palms and two pulse cannons flew towards the Winter Warrior one after another. The Winter Warrior quickly avoided, stepped forward, and a sabre appeared with his right hand raised his palm. He rose his body and the silver sword light slashed down on his head.

Michael dodged and flipped his left palm and shot out again. The Winter Soldier tilted his head to avoid it, and the tip of the knife that was slashing upwards towards the connection of the shoulder joints of his arm and armor. Michael reached out to grab it, and saw that his five fingers were less than half a meter away from the blade, but the opponent's move suddenly changed, and he drew a strange arc and cut at the joint with weak protection on his neck.

Should he be said to be the trump card of Hydra? As a super killer, Winter Warrior is indeed impeccable. Whether it is the consciousness of fighting or the exquisiteness of moves, his strong combat literacy has been fully demonstrated in these few rounds of battle.

Unfortunately, the opponent he faced was not actually a warrior.

The cold and fierce sword light was stopped when it was only a slight difference from Michael's neck. The magic chains bursting with sparks seemed to be shot out from the void. The moment the Winter Soldier's blade was swung halfway through, imprisoning his wrist. The sword supported by the domineering arm of the Winter Warrior was stopped, and even an inch could not be reached.

But he reacted very quickly, and in the moment when he could not make any moves, he changed his move again. He relaxed his right hand and let the saber fall freely, and the left hand of the electronic machinery caught it below. He reversed the hilt and held the saber in reverse, and the blade was cut out again under the power bonus of the robot arm.

Michael raised his palm and blocked it. The Winter Warrior's moves changed again, and then stabbed his eyepiece with one single sword. He pushed it away with his backhand, grabbed the opponent's wrist with the momentum. The Winter Warrior suddenly exerted force, and the robotic arm buzzed slightly, and the arm force it burst out soared in geometric shape, but no matter how hard he exerted, he could not get rid of Michael's iron-like palm.
Chapter completed!