Chapter 76 Shield Warrior (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Add another chapter)

  Eric was visibly depressed after returning from school today. His English accent is a bit heavy, and he was often laughed at at school.

  Combined with the dark experience of the war in the past few years, he has a somewhat introverted and autistic personality. He didn't make many friends in school, and was often targeted by a few annoying classmates.

   Today it was because I was pushed and shoved by those students outside the teaching building that I fell to the ground and was almost hit by a light sign.

  Ms. Etie's English is not good. She is still learning, and she still speaks German in private communication with Eric. Although James also masters this language, they try not to speak it in front of everyone, which is not very polite.

  Eric was sitting tight and waiting for James to have dinner together. His mother, Eddy, asked today if she could make two dishes for Mr. Howlett to try.

  Asazuo teleported back from nowhere, landed directly on the stool, called an attendant to hand him a towel, and wiped his hands casually.

The Howlett family can be in the innermost circle, and the waiters who serve James on a daily basis are all members of the "wolf pack" family members. They all know the situation of Mr. Howlett and Asazzo. There is no need to shy away from it. They are the same as the wolf pack , all belong to the relatively peripheral members of the family.

   "Ah, thank you ma'am."

  Asazzo rubbed his hands, watching Eric's mother serve up a plate of kebab-style dishes, with large pies and golden pastries topped with crushed fruit.

  The waiter continued to serve steaks, oysters, and bread to serve with caviar. Although James does not need exaggerated food intake now, he has always had a good appetite and likes food, so just three dishes are not enough.

   "Smells great, thank you Etie."

  James went downstairs to the restaurant, thanked Mrs. Itti in German, and insisted on inviting her to sit down with her. The haggard face of the woman who had suffered war and inhuman torture now became rosy and plump again.

  Eric happily looked at his mother sitting next to him, and James, who was seated first, took the initiative to introduce the three foods made by his mother, and watched James taste them expectantly.

   "Well, yes, I like this Kebab. The barbecue sauce made of onions and parsley tastes very special."

  James ate the barbecue elegantly and quickly, looking very satisfied, he asked about Eric's life in school by the way, saw the boy squeaking, smiled and said.

   "Do you play any sports, Eric."

   "No. The boys at school like baseball and football, but I haven't played with either."

  Eric always sits down to watch everyone play in sports class, and the female students will watch from the sidelines to cheer, saying that they are not envious is a lie.

   "It is necessary to have a hobby of sports while studying, and it is also the easiest to make friends. Well, let's play football. This exercise is more comprehensive. I will teach you after dinner."

  James didn't ask Eric if he was being bullied or rejected by his classmates. After dinner, he took Asazzo and threw a football on the vast lawn outside the manor.

   "Azazzo! Teleportation is not allowed."

James rolled his eyes at Asazzo, who relied on teleportation to **** the ball. Eric laughed loudly and ran, sweating all over his face. His mother, Itdie, sat on the ground, stroking the soft and clear lawn, and gently watched her son's face change. A smile like never before.

   "How's Steve doing?"

  James took the towel handed by the attendant and wiped it off, and asked Eric to go back to rest early, remembering the practice posture and breathing method while sleeping, and asked Asazo softly.

   "I just came back from him. I brought two letters, one for you, and one for her mother."

   Asazo teleported and disappeared, then flashed back immediately, holding two envelopes in his hand.

  James took it apart, watched Steve's battle experience, and nodded slightly.

  A hundred kilometers west of the Maginot Line of Defense.

   "This should be Hydra's last outlying stronghold. After removing this factory, only the secret base will remain."

  Steve wore the dark blue combat uniform James made for him, a vibrating gold helmet, and a huge round shield on his back. He laid out the battle plan to his "Roaring Commando" combat team.

   "Steve, the bunkers and artillery here are several times that of other bases. Are you sure you should just attract the firepower and push them up?"

  Bucky said softly on the side. He is mainly responsible for long-range support. Barnes was selected as a sniper after joining the army.

  In the past few months, every time I watched my brother who grew up with me, like Hercules pushing bunkers and even tanks all the way, I was more envious than worried.

   "Don't worry, Bucky, it doesn't make any difference to me. It's still the old plan. I'll push it up. Let's cover and provide flanking fire, and give priority to attacking the enemy's high-energy weapons. Gabe and Dean, you are responsible for arranging explosives after entering."

  The team of less than 20 people was divided into five groups to act, and Steve stepped forward slowly and rushed towards the main entrance of the Hydera base.

   Bang bang bang.

  The ice-blue energy cannon shot at Steve, who kept stabbing left and right. He clasped the edge of the shield with his backhand, and with a relaxed wave, the shield exploded the high fort in an arc.

   Jumped up and smashed towards the bunker where only a narrow shooting gap was exposed, crushing the concrete top of the bunker and burying the two Hydra soldiers below.

  Steve took back the shield, turned over to avoid the fire attack, and rushed forward while swinging the energy beam, reflecting it to the surrounding Hydra soldiers.

  The subway gate of the base was slowly opened, and Steve put his shield in front of him, hunting with all his strength, pulling up a black line that kept digging up the soil, and rumbled into the armored artillery vehicle that was driving out.

  Boom!

  Steve hit the armored car head-on, but it was like hitting a billiard ball. The armored car was not hit by the exaggerated impact, but exploded on the spot with an extremely dull noise.

  The front of the car was deeply dented, and the armor plates on the back and around were torn from the inside, and the three soldiers inside were blown to pieces.

Steve jumped over, and his combat team continued to cover with precise firepower from the flanks. Bucky used a sniper rifle to detonate the Hydra sniper on the hillside a hundred meters away. He saw Steve in the sniper scope. Vigorously playing, smacking his mouth, shaking his head constantly.

The shield made by the original Edman gold was completely played by him. The special strength of the killing technique is perfectly superimposed on the projected shield, and some of the direct strength penetrates, blasting the enemy in the bunker or armor, Some flexibly eject and plan to refract blows.

  Under the strength of nearly ten tons, the edge of the shield, which is not sharp, has the effect of cutting like a knife wheel, and the ground is covered with blood for a while.

  "Captain America" ​​Steve Rogers fought in and out of the enemy's flesh and blood corpses and splattered yellow, yellow and white brains, but his body was as clean as new, as if there was an invisible cover to isolate the blood and dirt.

  He looked contemptuously at the Hydera remnant soldiers who had basically lost their ability to fight back and their desire, held the shield and smashed open the door fastened by the iron bolt with a thick forearm inside, and rushed in boldly.

  Red Skull Schmidt watched the violent black and white image of Steve in the surveillance camera, and swallowed unconsciously.

  He began to believe that Abraham Erskine once said that his serum was not perfect, and perhaps this appearance was the ultimate power of the super soldier serum.

   "Dr. Zola, we must retreat, the outcome of the war is not at this moment."

  Schmidt finally put a few highly concentrated Rubik's Cube energy blocks, and said to Zola who was trembling beside him.

   "Yes, yes, you are right, as long as we return to the Alps and complete the last key of the plan, victory will still be ours, nine, long live Hydra!"

  Zola cheered herself up, raised her fists tremblingly, and said to the Red Skull.

  Schmidt has completely stopped concealing his real blood-red skull appearance. His hideous and strange image has instead become the spiritual symbol of Hydra, which has gathered a large number of ambitious and conspiracy lunatics.

   "Your vehicle is in the garage, don't scratch it."

  Zola, who wanted to follow Schmidt to leave in the aircraft, hurriedly caught the key thrown by Schmidt, stared at the abrupt eyeballs behind the high myopia glasses, and watched him abandon himself and leave alone

  Strategic Science Corps Command.

   "Captain Rogers, if you don't mind, I would like to study your shield and combat uniform, this—"

   "I'm sorry Mr. Stark, these things are not the property of SSR, and I have no obligation to cooperate with you in your research."

Steve flatly rejected Howard Stark's request. When he was equipped with a shield and combat uniform made of special materials, the researchers of the Strategic Science Corps and even the commander, Colonel Phillips, directly or indirectly proposed I hope it can be handed over to the country for some material testing and research.

   But these proposals were firmly rejected by Steve. The biggest compromise he could accept was to paint the shield with red and blue five-pointed stars, and to embroider the pattern of the Stars and Stripes on the uniform.

  These equipments were given to him by the teacher, and there is no possibility of sending them to outsiders.

"Ahem, Captain Rogers, just doing some basic tests. This kind of metal material and craftsmanship is really unheard of. I know it is the creation of your teacher Howlett Industries, but they are also an American company. It is also good for them to contribute to the war. OK."

  Steve thought for a moment, still shook his head, and suggested that Mr. Stark contact Mr. Howlett in person to ask.

  A slender female secretary twisted her exaggerated slender waist and hips, interrupting the embarrassing conversation between the two.

   "Captain Rogers, please follow me. Colonel Phillips invites you to the combat conference room."

  The secretary looked at Steve with scorching eyes, and slightly pursed his lips.

  Steve nodded apologetically to Howard Stark, and then left. Colonel Phillips hadn't arrived yet, and he wasn't comfortable being alone in the room with the female secretary, fiddling with his military uniform tie.

   "Captain Rogers has taken away several Hydra bases? Do you know that the ladies and ladies in the United States will cut out the photos in your newspaper and keep them for collection?"

  The secretary raised his brows, chatted with Steve in a teasing and gentle manner, and sat unconsciously on the table in front of him, with his calves folded in black nylon stockings, shaking gently.

   "Hmmm I don't know much about the rear channel, hope my picture looks good."

  Steve faltered and said, his eyes didn't know where to look, the female secretary was getting closer and closer, his fur bristled unconsciously, and his body trembled.

   "Ahem!"

   Peggy Carter cleared her throat heavily, and the secretary, who was almost on top of Steve, hurriedly got up and left, and gave Steve a final wink indifferently.

   "If you want to flirt, Captain Rogers, I suggest you change places, this is the command post!"

  Agent Carter took out his gun and slapped it on the table again, sorting out the documents vigorously, without even looking at Steve, who was blushing and desperately denying the explanation.

   Colonel Phillips finally stepped forward, rubbing his nose, came in humming, and said emotionally.

"Good news! We captured Dr. Anim Zola, Hydera's number one scientific researcher. He helped Schmidt solve many important technical difficulties. What's interesting is that he was abandoned and was captured by our side on the way to escape. .”

  Mr. Colonel leaned on the edge of the table, knocked on the map, saw the strange expressions and atmosphere of Rogers and Carter, muttered twice, and heavily pointed on the Alps.

   "Hydra's command post, found."

   Surprise! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, with limited ability, and there is no manuscript saved now. After adding a new chapter for everyone's holiday, we must hurry up and code tomorrow's two chapters. If it is convenient, you can speak in the comments or in this chapter. The level of the work out of the circle is only the difference in the amount of interaction.

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