Superman

"You stay here! Protect the colonel! I will chase him!"

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

He put on his coat casually and asked Rogers to guard the base, who nodded subconsciously.

Everyone watched Luke's legs bend slightly and jumped.

Load the Superman template and get a completely new body.

Like a charged shell, it jumped directly from the bottom of the operating room to the second floor.

Grasping the railing with one hand, and turning over neatly, Luke stepped firmly on the ground.

Fortunately, the digitization capabilities provided by the character panel made him quickly get used to the physical fitness beyond ordinary people.

Not like Clark in his childhood, often faced with the trouble of losing control of his ability!

Luke exerted force under his feet, and the force of energies poured out from his body, and the concrete floor was stepped out of a spiderweb crack.

He was like a violent wind sweeping by, setting off a violent air current.

With a "boom", the ground seemed to tremble.

The whole person rushed out like a sharp sword, pulling out an afterimage!

In just two breaths, that tall figure had already rushed into the corridor.

The killer sent by Hydra was very clever.

When escaping, he did not forget to destroy the door controlled by the button, and shut the pursuers behind it, which played a role of delay.

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

Luke did not stop or slow down.

The figure rushing straight ahead accelerated sharply and smashed open the thick metal gate.

Hearing a "bang", a clear outline of a human figure appeared on the door!

"Okay! I take back the sentence just now, it still feels a bit!"

Luke shook his head. He admitted that the metal door was not as fragile as paper, it should be almost like a thick wooden board.

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

Luke's footsteps stopped abruptly, and a gust of wind shook the bookshelf.

Walking out with his leg raised, he saw the old woman in the antique shop who was the contact person, with two shots in her body lying on the ground.

Outside the door, a black car has been launched.

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

Da da da!

The dense bullets broke the car windows and swept a few plainclothes agents guarding outside.

The sudden fierce gunfight caused panic among pedestrians.

For fear of being affected, they held their heads while running away, but they did not forget to scream.

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

The tossing flames, the astonishing waves of air, the tall and straight figure stood in it, without the slightest shake.

Seeing that the car carrying the Hydra killer turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the street.

Luke sneered coldly and ran wildly!

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"Why make such a big noise?"

The Hydra members who came to respond complained and asked.

The task they received was to assassinate Abraham Erskine and destroy the super soldier plan, but not to plan a terrorist attack in New York!

Because once the trouble is big, you have to pay a huge price if you want to evacuate!

"There are two super soldiers! There are chasers behind... drive!"

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

Even if I got into the car that responded and got rid of the plainclothes agents, there was still no sense of escape.

He is a nail that Hydra spends a lot of time and energy into the military committee.

If it hadn't been ordered by Berlin, Abraham Erskine must be eliminated, and he would never expose himself!

The frontal battlefield of the Allied Powers and the Axis Powers competed on the capabilities of soldiers, guns, and leaders.

However, in the intelligence level contest, what is seen is the deciphering of the secret report of the radio communication, and the time and depth of the spy's incubation.

This killer, called Greg, can be said to be the spy with the longest incubation time and the highest level of contact with Hydra in New York.

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

"Back in Berlin, the head of state will definitely award you a medal himself!"

The hydra member who drove said enviously.

"If I can return to Berlin, then I...wait! Someone behind!"

The killer Greg just wanted to say that after completing this task, he was ready to return to his hometown to get married. As a result, the corner of his eye was in the rearview mirror, and he saw a tall figure running wildly!

The members of Hydra who thought they were safe to get out had their eyes widened and their faces were full of disbelief!

"I keep pressing the accelerator pedal all the time..."

He murmured.

Is there anyone in this world who can use two legs to catch up with a four-wheeled car?

The killer Greg quickly raised his gun and stuck his head out of the car window, trying to fight back.

Luke jumped sharply and jumped high, avoiding the blast of the submachine gun, and smashing it accurately on the speeding car.

Then both hands exerted force, like tearing paper, to pull the iron car roof apart!

Sitting in the passenger seat, Greg threw away the submachine gun that had empty the magazine, took out the pistol and pointed it at Luke, trying to pull the trigger.

Luke was expressionless, his right hand stretched out directly, holding the PPK automatic pistol.

With a "bang", a 7.65mm small-caliber bullet hit the open palm, but it seemed to hit a steel plate, making a metal collision sound.

Luke raised his brows slightly, and with a firm grip, he squeezed the pistol into a pile of scrap iron.

"monster!"

The driver who was driving was horrified and screamed.

As a result, he was dismissed by Luke for being too noisy, picked it up with one hand, and threw it out like throwing garbage.

Wow!

The whole person smashed through the window of a shop on the street, fell to the ground and didn't know his life or death.

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

Seeing the terrible power that Luke possessed, Greg couldn't help feeling desperate.

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

He has the consciousness to dedicate himself to the organization, and he is not afraid of death!

"I know you are a Hydra, how could I not think of this!"

Luke curled his mouth, as if he had expected it, he took off his chin.

In his eyes, the opponent's movements are too slow, as long as he concentrates, it is like watching a freeze frame.

Hydra is a huge organization with strict management. Every spy and agent sent out to perform a mission will wipe poison on the collar or hide it in the ground in order to prevent being caught or discovered, causing information leakage. Dentures.

The Strategic Science Corps still understands this information.

Ignoring Greg's horrified eyes, Luke lifted him out of the car like a little chicken.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter drove up.

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

"Good job, Luke!"

Back to the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised.

He saw the outline of the human figure Luke had left on the wall, and also heard about the amazing deeds of the opponent overtaking the car with his legs and blocking the bullet with his palm.

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

"You go out first, I have something to discuss with Cavill."

Looking at the busy infirmary, Colonel Phillips said loudly.

He drove the doctor and nurse out, then looked at Luke solemnly.

"What's the matter, Colonel?"

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

He, like Rogers, was inevitably treated with blood drawn.

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

In the original plan, there was only one super soldier, but now there is more Luke, causing the remaining serum samples to be used.

Even with a lot of research data as support, I want to reversely restore Dr. Erskine's serum formula.

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

The only thing I can look forward to now is the blood of Luke and Rogers, the hope of replicating the serum, all hidden in their genetic code!

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

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

The energy provided by the serum is used to activate the plug-in, open the gift package, and has no effect at all to transform the human body.

This is why Luke basically felt no pain after the injection.

What's more, what he loaded was a superman template.

Wanting to extract something from the blood is undoubtedly a foolish dream.

Even after decades, what the military has produced through so-called reverse reduction is a bunch of inferior products with great side effects.

"Have you thought about the future, Luke?"

Colonel Phillips looked serious and said solemnly: "Copying the serum formula and creating new super soldiers is impossible in the short term. When planning a miscarriage, those politicians will do everything possible to get rid of their responsibilities!"

"As a super soldier, I am more optimistic about you-Rogers is a good person! But you have performed better in all aspects! I can see that Luke, you are a born soldier! You will never be soft on the enemy!"

"At this point, Rogers is too far behind, and he still has a certain naive idealism! This will not help win the war in any way!"

"The essence of war is plunder! It is violence! It is a means to seize benefits! Although we would say this is a battle of justice! It is a battle of freedom! But there is no good or evil in war!"

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

Hearing these words, Luke was shocked, he didn't expect the colonel to see it quite clearly.

Obviously, the performance of the other party in the plot is just a common stubborn and rigid image of a soldier.