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"It's nothing serious. Remember that Hydra base we took down last time? The scene was a bit chaotic, and I just grabbed this from the body of a Hydra squad leader who had just passed away. I thought it was pretty, all blue and like a glass marble, and the workmanship was much more refined than the canned goods we get here, so I kept it as a souvenir."
Everyone: "..."
You call a high-tech enemy core containing terrifying energy that can power an entire base... a souvenir?
Dugan subconsciously touched the string of German soldiers' Iron Cross medals hanging from his waist, while Jones glanced at the Luger pistol he treasured in his backpack. They suddenly felt that their collecting tastes were utterly inferior to Chu Hang's.
For normal people, keepsakes include bullet casings, medals, and enemy daggers.
Your Chuhang souvenirs are the enemy's energy core?!
Isn't this collecting hobby a bit too ahead of its time? It's at least a century ahead of its time!
“You…you…incomprehensible…freak!” On the other end of the communicator, Howard was so choked that he almost couldn’t breathe. His scientist’s vocabulary seemed incredibly impoverished at this moment, and in the end, he could only squeeze out this impotent and furious evaluation through gritted teeth.
Chu Hang felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.
[Ding! Shock level from Howard Stark +10086!]
[Ding! The confusion level of all members of the Roaring Commando Team has increased by 999!]
Sigh, explaining this to these natives is such a hassle.
They wouldn't understand even if I explained it to them.
Let's just be the lucky freak; this script is pretty good.
Steve ignored his teammates back behind him, who were beginning to question their existence, and the brilliant inventor on the verge of a heart attack on the communicator. As the team leader, his mental fortitude was clearly a level or two stronger.
He silently stepped forward, took the energy block from Chu Hang's hand, and his azure eyes gleamed with scrutiny. He examined it carefully for a moment, even feeling the cool, smooth texture of the energy block with his fingers, and comparing the size and shape of the black groove.
Exactly the same, just like the original.
He didn't say anything, but silently handed the energy block back to Chu Hang, and then gently tilted his chin towards the groove.
The meaning in his eyes was simple and direct.
—Stop talking nonsense and open the door.
Chu Hang shrugged and accepted this weighty "trust" from this future moral exemplar and embodiment of justice.
Under the tense gazes of everyone, whose hearts were practically stopping, he slowly walked forward, took a deep breath—mainly to show off and make the action seem ceremonial—and then, steadily, pushed the energy block emitting a ghostly blue light into the deep black groove.
A crisp, clear sound, like the click of a Swiss watch movement.
The energy block was swallowed precisely, fitting perfectly.
Then, something unexpected happened!
The Hydra emblem in the center of the groove, which had previously only emitted a faint red light, suddenly lit up! A blinding, eerie blue light instantly replaced the red and spread wildly outwards along the mysterious patterns on the panel, which resembled ancient runes!
The scene resembled a city's electrical circuit diagram suddenly illuminated in the darkness, a beauty imbued with a blend of science fiction and mystery. Ultimately, all the blue light paths converged on the central Hydra emblem!
A deep, resonant hum, loud enough to make one's heart resonate, rang out, and the entire massive metal panel began to tremble slightly.
"It's a success!" A hint of elation, like someone who had just escaped death, had just appeared on Dugan's face.
"I knew Chu Hang was a lucky charm!" Jones couldn't help but growl.
The enormous glacial waterfall, the flawless holographic projection, began to flicker and distort wildly, like an old television screen with a poor signal, and finally disappeared completely with a "whoosh"!
It revealed its hideous and terrifying true form.
It was a colossal gate that defied description in human language. Pitch black as ink, its surface smooth as a mirror, without a single seam, it resembled a single piece of obsidian carved from the realm of mythical giants. Its very presence there was the ultimate embodiment of the word "insignificant."
At this moment, this massive gate, as huge as a mountain, is slowly opening to both sides in an extremely slow, yet imposing and oppressive manner!
Countless streams of high-pressure steam, hidden in the cracks of the door, roared and spewed out like the breath of an ancient dragon, instantly condensing into thick white fog in the cold air, enveloping everything around them.
Behind the door, in the bottomless darkness, countless enormous, terrifying gears, each over ten meters in diameter, were creaking and turning wildly in a way that was full of industrial violence and aesthetics, driving this gate that weighed hundreds of millions of tons.
With each rotation, the earth groans in response.
Everyone present felt as small as a trembling ant, looking up at the god opening the magnificent gates of his kingdom.
They even developed an absurd illusion.
The door leads to a Hydra military base, not a Hydra base at all.
Rather, it is the entrance to hell.
A dozen seconds later, when the door finally opened completely, revealing a huge passageway large enough for an armored division to march side by side, everyone was once again utterly shocked by the sight behind the door.
Behind the door was not the dark corridor or heavily guarded underground sentry post they had imagined.
Instead, it was... an unimaginably huge, brightly lit underground hangar!
The hangar is at least several hundred meters high and wide, and its length stretches to the horizon, with no end in sight. On the enormous dome, rows of giant searchlights, like artificial suns, illuminate the entire underground space as bright as day, without a single shadow.
On the hangar floor, rows upon rows of bizarre and menacing aircraft they had never seen before were neatly arranged. There were small, single-soldier winged aircraft; streamlined fighter jets like hellish bats; and even several giant bombers that resembled aerial fortresses, their wingspans wide enough to blot out the sky.
Thousands of Hydra soldiers, dressed in uniform black suits and wearing gas masks, moved busily through every corner of the hangar like a swarm of industrious yet deadly worker ants, loading weapons, refueling, and maintaining the aircraft. The entire hangar was filled with the roar of engines, the clanging of metal, and the shouts of German commands, creating a symphony of steel and war.
Deep within the hangar, a super aircraft, larger and more menacing than any other plane, resembling a lurking black steel behemoth, rests quietly.
On its wing, the blood-red Hydra emblem gleamed with a bloodthirsty light under the glaring lights, as if proclaiming the death and destruction it was about to bring.
The Valkyrie.
A knowing glint flashed in Chu Hang's eyes. Sure enough, the stage for the final battle was right here.
"My God..." Jones looked at the massive, heavily armed underground army before him, his legs trembling and his voice shaking, "We...we've not just stirred up a hornet's nest, we've jumped right into it and are taking a bath!"
Steve's expression was extremely grave. He gripped his shield tightly and, in a hushed voice only they could hear, gave orders to his teammates behind him.
"Everyone, walk close to the shadows."
"Our mission is to destroy that plane."
"Remember, never reveal your identity before you succeed."
After speaking, he was the first to bend down, his aura instantly concealed, like an agile cheetah lurking in the night, silently stepping into the underground kingdom of Hydra.
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Chapter 55: Captain America's End
When the enormous gate, like the gates of hell, slowly opened, revealing the vast and suffocating underground military kingdom behind it, even a super soldier with an iron will like Steve Rogers couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
What we are seeing has long since transcended the realm of war.
This is essentially an industrialized empire.
The cold steel structure, like the skeleton of a giant beast, supports the ceiling of the cave. Countless beams of searchlight crisscross and patrol the huge hangar below, illuminating the menacing-looking aircraft with a gleaming light.
The air was thick with the scents of engine oil, gunpowder, and some indescribable frenzy. Thousands of Hydra soldiers busied themselves at their posts like ants. The entire base was like a precisely functioning heart, each beat pumping out the threat of death.
"Everyone, stay in the shadows." Steve's voice was extremely low, like an ice-cold dagger, precisely piercing the slightly shaky nerves of each team member. His eyes were frighteningly calm, as if the steel hell before them was just another ordinary fortress to be conquered.
“Our mission is to destroy that plane.” He gestured with his chin toward the black bomber with an astonishing wingspan at the deepest part of the hangar—the Valkyrie, the core of Hydra’s doomsday plan. “Remember, never reveal it before you succeed.”
Before he finished speaking, he was the first to bend down, every muscle in his body tensed, and he stepped into the underground kingdom of Hydra like a cheetah blending into the darkness.
The members of the Roaring Commando Team, as expected of battle-hardened elites, quickly regained their professional soldier's demeanor after a brief moment of shock.
Without exchanging any words, they simply exchanged resolute glances before following Steve one by one, using the massive aircraft and equipment in the hangar as cover to silently infiltrate forward.
Their movements were coordinated, like a single entity moving in the darkness, each step occurring in the gaps between the roar of machinery and the footsteps of the guards.
Steve remained calm, guiding the team's movement with the simplest tactical hand gestures. A raised hand, a clenched fist, a pointed finger—each carried an instruction precise to the second.
They moved through long shadows, bypassed patrolling soldiers, and dodged rotating probes with perfect fluidity.
"Falsworth, those little planes are yours." Steve crouched down, pointed to the small, bat-like man-portable flying wingers on the tarmac, and said to the demolition expert in his team.
“Understood.” James Montgomery Falsworth, the gentleman soldier from England, had an excited glint in his eyes.
He understood immediately, pulled out a bunch of sticky explosives from his backpack, and with the speed and dexterity of a watchmaker, began to quietly install them on the engines and fuel tanks of the aircraft.
The plan was simple and brutal: a feint to the east while attacking the west.
They planned to set off the biggest and most dazzling fireworks display in this underground kingdom, drawing all of Hydra's attention. Then, Steve and Chu Hang, the two strongest spies in the team, would seize the opportunity amidst the chaos to strike at their ultimate target—Red Skull and the Valkyrie.
A few minutes later, when Failsworth gave Steve an "OK" sign from the shadows, Steve took a deep breath.
His gaze pierced through the bustling hangar, past countless busy figures, and locked onto a man in a black leather trench coat on a distant platform, addressing a group of Hydra officers.
The Red Skull, John Schmidt. Even from a distance, one could feel the evil aura emanating from him, a mixture of arrogance and cruelty.
"Action!" Steve barked, transmitting the command to Falsworth via bone conduction headphones.
Without hesitation, Farsworth pressed the detonator in his hand.
Boom—boom boom boom—!!
A series of explosions, powerful enough to overturn the entire base, suddenly erupted simultaneously in every corner of the hangar without warning! Dozens of man-portable flying wingsuits, just fully fueled, instantly transformed into massive fireballs soaring into the sky. The orange-red flames greedily licked at everything in their path, and the chain reaction from the explosions ignited the mountains of ammunition boxes and fuel depots piled up around them!
Flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed! The piercing alarm instantly resounded throughout the entire base, so sharp it seemed to pierce eardrums!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Fire in Area A! Repeat, fire in Area A! Requesting backup!"
"Medic! Quick! We need a medic!"
The once orderly underground kingdom was completely transformed into a boiling pot of hellish porridge of steel and fire in just a few seconds.
Chaos spread like a plague, and Hydra soldiers stumbled around like headless flies. Some rushed to the explosion site to try to put out the fire, while others searched in vain for traces of the enemy.
At the height of this chaos, two figures, like phantoms in the night, defied the fleeing crowd and charged straight into the deepest part of the hangar at an inhuman speed.
Steve led the way, holding his vibranium shield high in front of him like an unstoppable human tank. Any grunts, equipment, or even small vehicles that stood in his way were smashed away by his sheer power and speed! The edge of the shield whistled through the air with a chilling whistling sound.
Chu Hang followed closely behind, his posture much more relaxed. He was like a ghost drifting erratically on the chaotic battlefield, his steps light and his figure elusive.
Countless bullets and shockwaves from the explosions were strangely deflected to the side by an invisible, distorted force field the instant they approached his body, as if a space independent of this world existed around him.
"Schmidt!" Steve roared, his voice like thunder, drowning out the explosion.
Red Skull, who was furious at the surprise attack in front of the command post, suddenly turned around and immediately saw the figure he hated most in his life, wearing a uniform with the blue, white, and red stars and stripes. His face instantly turned extremely ferocious, and a deep-seated hatred appeared on his red skull face.
“Rogers!” he uttered through gritted teeth, then turned without hesitation and sprinted toward the boarding gate of the Valkyrie.
He knew the base was no longer defensible, and the tide had turned. But he still had his last, and strongest, trump card—the aerial fortress laden with destruction.
"Trying to run?" Steve stomped his foot, the ground cracking instantly, and he shot off like a cannonball, covering dozens of meters in a flash, heading straight for Red Skull's back.