Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 12 The road ahead, the nature of war

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

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

He put on his coat casually and asked Rogers to stay at the base, and the latter nodded subconsciously.

Everyone watched Luke bend his legs slightly and jumped up.

Load the Superman template with a new body.

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

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

Fortunately, the digitalization ability provided by the character panel allowed him to quickly get used to his physical fitness, which was much higher than that of ordinary people.

It's not like Clark in his childhood, who often faced the trouble of losing control of his abilities!

Luke exerted force under his feet, and powerful strength gushed out from his body, and the concrete floor was stepped out of spider web-like cracks.

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

With a bang, the ground seemed to tremble.

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

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

The killer sent by Hydra is very smart.

When escaping, don't forget to destroy the gate controlled by the button, and lock the pursuers inside, which plays a role of delay.

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

Luke didn't stop or slow down.

The figure rushing straight forward accelerated suddenly, smashing open the thick metal door.

Only a "bang" was heard, and a clear human silhouette appeared on the gate!

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

Luke shook his head, and he admitted that the metal gate was not as fragile as paper, and it should be almost as thick as a plank.

Run out of the secret base and into the compartment.

Luke stopped suddenly, and a gust of wind blew up the bookshelf.

Lifting his legs and walking out, he saw the old lady in the antique shop who was the contact person, shot twice in the body and fell to the ground.

Outside the door, a black car has already started.

The killer sent by Hydra swept across with a Thompson submachine gun.

Da da da!

The dense bullets smashed through the windows of the car and swept away several plainclothes agents guarding outside.

The sudden fierce gun battle caused panic among pedestrians.

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

Luke stepped out of the antique shop in a few steps, and when he was about to launch a chase, the car parked at the door exploded instantly.

The turbulent flames, the astonishing air waves, and the tall and straight figure stood in it without the slightest wavering.

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

Luke smiled coldly and ran wildly!

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"Why is there such a big commotion?"

The Hydra members who came to meet him asked complainingly.

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

Because once it becomes big, you have to pay a huge price if you want to evacuate!

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

The killer was out of breath, and a burst of cold sweat broke out from behind his back, as if he was being watched closely by a fierce beast.

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

He was a nail that Hydra spent a lot of time and energy burying in the Military Council.

If it weren't for the order from Berlin, Abraham Erskine must be eliminated, and I would never take the initiative to expose myself!

The frontal battlefield between the Allied Powers and the Axis Powers competes for the abilities of soldiers, guns and leaders.

But in the competition at the intelligence level, what is looked at is 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 Hydra's spy in New York, with the longest lurking time and the highest contact intelligence level.

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

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

The Hydra member who was driving said enviously.

"If I can go back to Berlin, then I... wait! There are people behind!"

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

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

"I've been keeping my foot on the accelerator..."

he murmured.

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

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

I saw Luke jumping suddenly, leaping high, avoiding the fire of the submachine gun, and hitting the speeding car accurately.

Then exert force with both hands, like tearing paper, tear off the tin roof!

Greg, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, threw away the submachine gun with an empty magazine, pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Luke, trying to pull the trigger.

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

With a "bang", the 7.65mm small-caliber bullet hit the open palm, but it made the sound of metal collision as if hitting a steel plate.

Luke frowned slightly, and with a firm grip, he crushed the pistol into a pile of scrap iron.

"monster!"

The driver of the car screamed in horror.

As a result, he was disgusted by Luke for being too loud, so he 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, fell to the ground, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

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

Greg despairs when he sees the terrifying power Luke wields.

After shouting the slogan of Hydra, it is ready to crush the potassium cyanide poison hidden in the teeth.

He has the awareness to dedicate himself to the organization and is not afraid of death!

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

Luke curled his lips, as if he had expected it, and reached out to remove the opponent's chin.

In his eyes, the opponent's movements are too slow, as long as he concentrates, it's 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 tasks, in order to prevent being caught or discovered, causing information leakage, will put poison on their collars or hide in Mokong. in dentures.

The Strategic Science Corps still understands this bit of information.

Ignoring Greg's terrified eyes, Luke lifted him out of the car like a chick.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter drove up.

They took the killer, who was captured alive, and the driver back to the antique store in Brooklyn.

"Nice job, Luke!"

Back at the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised.

He saw Luke's human silhouette on the wall, and heard about the amazing deeds of Luke 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 guys go out first, I have something to talk to Cavill about."

Looking at the busy infirmary, Colonel Phillips said loudly.

He drove the doctors and nurses out, and then looked at Luke with a serious expression.

"What's the matter, Colonel?"

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

Like Rogers, he was inevitably drawn blood.

Dr. Erskine was shot and killed, and all the samples were exhausted - which shouldn't have been the case.

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

Even with the support of a large amount of research data, he wanted to reverse-reduce Dr. Erskine's serum formula.

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

The only thing to look forward to 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 of all, Luke isn't really a super soldier at all.

The energy provided by the serum was used to activate the plug-ins and open the gift packs, but it did not play any role in transforming the human body.

That's why Luke basically didn't feel any pain after the injection.

What's more, he loaded the Superman template.

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

Even decades later, through so-called reverse restoration, the military will produce a bunch of inferior products with great side effects.

"Have you thought about your future, Luke?"

Colonel Phillips looked serious, and said in a deep voice: "Copying the serum formula and creating new super soldiers is impossible to succeed in the short term. The plan is aborted, and those politicians will do everything possible to get rid of their responsibilities!"

"Also as a super soldier, I am more optimistic about you-Rodgers is a good man! But your performance in all aspects is better! I can see that, Luke, you are a born fighter! You will never be soft when dealing with the enemy!"

"In this regard, Rogers is too far behind. He still has some kind of naive idealism! This will not help win the war!"

"The essence of war is plunder! It is violence! It is a means of seizing benefits! Although we may say that this is a war of justice! It is a war of freedom! But there is no good or evil in war!"

"Rodgers doesn't understand this, I hope you do!"

Hearing this, Luke was very surprised. He didn't expect the colonel to understand it quite well.

Obviously, the opponent's performance in the plot is just a common stubborn and stereotyped soldier image.

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