Marvel’s Superman

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

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

He put on his jacket and let Rogers stay at the base, who nodded subconsciously.

Everyone watched Luke's legs slightly bent and jumped.

Load the Superman template and get a new body.

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

Grabbing the railing with one hand, with a neat and beautiful turn over, Luke stepped firmly on the ground.

Fortunately, with the data-based capabilities provided by the character panel, he quickly got used to his physical fitness that was far beyond that of ordinary people.

It's not like Clark in his childhood, who often has to face the trouble of losing control of his ability!

Luke exerted force under his feet, and the power of Peiran poured out of his body, and the concrete floor was stepped out of cobweb-like cracks.

He was like a gust of wind swept past, setting off a violent air current.

"Boom", the ground seemed to tremble a bit.

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

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

The killer sent by Hydra was very smart.

When escaping, don't forget to destroy the button-controlled gate and lock the pursuers behind to delay it.

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

Luke didn't stop or slow down.

The figure rushing forward suddenly accelerated and slammed open the thick metal door.

As soon as I heard a "bang", a clear human-shaped silhouette appeared on the door!

"Okay! I take back what I just said, I still feel a little bit!"

Luke shook his head, and he admitted that the metal door was not as fragile as paper, it should be about the level of a plank of wood.

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

Luke stopped abruptly, and a gust of wind blew the bookshelf to the west.

Lifting his legs and walking out, he saw the old lady of the antique shop who was the contact person, and fell to the ground with two shots in her body.

Outside the door, a black sedan has started.

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

Da da da!

The dense bullets shattered the car windows and swept several plainclothes agents outside.

The violent gun battle that broke out suddenly caused panic among pedestrians.

They were afraid of being affected, and while they fled with their heads together, they did not forget to scream at the top of their throats.

Luke took a few steps out of the antique shop, and when he was about to pursue his pursuit, the car parked at the door exploded instantly.

The churning fire, the amazing air waves, and 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 and ran away!

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"Why is there such a big commotion?"

The Hydra members who came to meet them asked complainingly.

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

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

"There are two super soldiers! There are chasing soldiers behind... Drive!"

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

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

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

If it wasn't for the order from Berlin, Abraham Erskine must be removed, and he would never expose himself!

The frontal battlefield of the Allies and the Axis powers competed for the abilities of soldiers, guns and leaders.

But in the competition at the intelligence level, we look at the deciphering of secret reports of radio communications, as well as the time and depth of spies lurking.

This killer named Greg can be said to be the spy with the longest lurking time and the highest level of intelligence in New York.

He could have played a more important role, but now there is no chance.

"Back in Berlin, the Führer will definitely award you a medal in person!"

The Hydra member who drove the car said enviously.

"If I can go back to Berlin, then I...wait! There is someone behind!"

The killer Greg was about to say that after completing this task, he was going to go back to his hometown to get married, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure running wildly in the rearview mirror!

The Hydra members who thought they had escaped safely had rounded eyes, and their faces were full of disbelief!

"I've always stepped on the accelerator..."

he murmured.

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

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

I saw Luke jumped sharply, jumped high, dodged the submachine gun's strafing, and hit the speeding car accurately.

Then, with both hands, like tearing paper, the tin roof was torn apart!

Greg, sitting in the co-pilot seat, threw away the submachine gun with the empty magazine, took out the pistol and aimed 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", the 7.65mm small-caliber bullet hit the open palm, but it seemed to hit the steel plate, making the sound of metal collision.

Luke raised his brows slightly and squeezed the pistol into a piece of scrap metal with a firm grip.

"monster!"

The driver of the car screamed in horror.

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

Whoa!

The whole person smashed the window of a shop on the street and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

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

Greg felt hopeless when he saw the terrible power Luke possessed.

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

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

"I know you are from Hydra, how could you not have thought of this!"

Luke pouted, as if he had expected it, and reached out to remove the other's chin.

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

Hydra is a huge organization with strict management. Every spy and agent sent out to perform a mission will smear the poison on the collar or hide it in the Mokong in order to prevent them from being caught or discovered, resulting in information leakage. dentures.

This information, the Strategic Science Corps still understands.

Ignoring Greg's terrified eyes, Luke lifted him out of the car like he was carrying a chicken.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter drove up.

They took the captured killer and the driver back to the Brooklyn antiques store.

"Nice job, Luke!"

Back at the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised.

He saw the human-shaped silhouette Luke left on the wall, and also heard the amazing deeds of the other side 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 decision in his heart.

"You go out first, I have something to talk to Cavill about."

Looking at the busy infirmary, Colonel Phillips said loudly.

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

"Is something wrong, Colonel?"

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

Like Rogers, he was inevitably treated with blood drawn.

Dr. Erskine was shot and tragically killed, and all the samples had been exhausted - which would not have been the case.

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

Even with the support of a lot of research data, I want to reverse the formula of Dr. Erskine's serum.

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

The only thing that can be expected now is the blood of Luke and Rogers - the hope of replicating the serum is hidden in their genetic code!

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

First, Luke isn't really a super soldier at all.

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

That's why Luke felt little pain after the injection.

What's more, he loaded the Superman template.

Wanting to extract something from the blood is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

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

"Have you thought about your future, Luke?"

Colonel Phillips looked serious and said solemnly: "Copying the serum formula and creating a new super soldier will not be successful in the short term. If you plan to have an abortion, 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 your performance is better in all aspects! I can see that, Luke, you are a natural warrior! You will never be soft on the enemy!"

"This one, Rogers is too bad, he still has some kind of naive idealism! It doesn't help to win the war!"

"The essence of war is plunder! It's violence! It's a means of seizing profits! Although we would say it's a just war! It's a freedom war! But there's no good or evil in war!"

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

Hearing this, Luke was greatly surprised. 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 stereotyped image of a soldier.

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