Chapter 1093 Chapter 1089 The God of War in the Corridor (First update)

"Fire!"

"Help me!"

The dense bullets hit the dark powered armor but were unable to cause any damage to the armor plate. The high-speed flying deformed warheads splashed onto the walls and ceiling like raindrops, and the thrown shells fell like a waterfall, as if it was a fire. A symphony made of metal. The giant in the black cloak was still pressing forward step by step. The members of the task force with excellent combat skills retreated in an orderly manner while firing. Then the black-armored giant stretched out his arm, and the explosion-proof fan behind the task force passed by. The door slammed shut, locking all the task force members in the passage.

The sudden encounter made these soldiers obviously shaken, because the explosion-proof door has an independently operating power system, and the closing of that door means that it is impossible for them to escape from here. It wasn't until the hooded and black-armored giant methodically approached a distance of less than three meters from the muzzle that the members of the task force could clearly see the skull-shaped visor on the helmet with the help of the blood-red light.

The task force formed a defensive formation in front of the blast door gradually stopped pulling the trigger. The acrid smoke filled the corridor, and the desperate air was almost suffocating. This black-armored giant seemed to be the incarnation of death. The heavy mechanical breathing, the noise from joint servos and hydraulic devices lingered above their heads like the shadow of death. They all knew that they were no match for the armored giant in front of them. Some team members also put their hands on grenades. At this moment, the emergency lights that had been extinguished suddenly lit up, and the sharp-eyed task force members discovered that the There is something wrong with the weapon in the hands of the black-armored giant wearing a skull helmet.

"Captain, that's a toy lightsaber bought at Disney Parks!"

"The answer is correct." The black-armored giant's voice was amplified through the breathing grille, as deafening as the thunder rolling in the passage. "I hope you will put down your weapons because of my sense of humor," he said. "You don't need to die because of it."

"What if our answer is 'no'?" The captain did not let this little joke relax his nerves. He asked nervously, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Then I'm sorry." The black-armored giant did not answer all the questions, as if the captain's questions had completely lost his patience. He dropped the toy lightsaber and pulled out a long sword that was as tall as a man from the scabbard hanging at his side, which was covered by a thick black fire-proof cloth cloak. The next moment, the long sword was filled with electric current, and the electric arc was directed towards Dark blue flames radiated in the air, illuminating the almost dark passage. The black-armored giant stretched out his armor-covered palm, and the task force leader holding the assault rifle was grabbed out of thin air. A hissing sound came from his throat as his lungs struggled to suck air into his trachea. He pulled at his throat feebly, and the heavy weapon hit the ground with a dull sound. "It won't be a toy this time." The black-armored giant said, "I guarantee that your family members will receive ten times the pension."

hurry up! Hurry up!

Steve Rogers held on to the railing and jumped to the next level of stairs in three steps and two steps. As soon as he landed, he grabbed the railing beside him and continued his previous actions, landing at a fast speed. Due to the power outage in the underground facilities and the emergency generators not yet online, he could only see the steps under his feet through the weak light of the emergency lights in the fire escape, but he did not care at all about the possible ankle sprain caused by mistakes caused by the dark environment. He only thought Go to the level where James Barnes is being held to find out what's going on. Steve Rogers found the corresponding floor following Friday's intermittent prompts, but he walked along the corridor in the dark for about twenty meters before he was blocked by a riot-proof steel door in front of him.

"Is there any other way?" he asked Friday.

After receiving a negative answer, Steve Rogers immediately squatted down and groped under the alloy explosion-proof door, looking for a gap that his fingers could fit into. While questions were raised Friday about why the facility's blast doors were closed after a power outage, no one can now answer it. When Steve Rogers finally found the gap, and relied on his own strength to resist the fixed mechanical structure and the weight of the alloy explosion-proof door, he barely squeezed himself into the passage. The heavy blast door was stuck in mid-air due to damage to the mechanical structure. The excess adrenaline made Steve Rogers sweat profusely and his heart beat rapidly, so much so that he failed to notice anything unusual when he just walked into the passage.

But soon the pungent smell of blood and the slippery floor that almost made him fall made Steve Rogers subconsciously alert. With the dim light of the emergency lights in the passage, he saw some objects that exuded the smell of burning and blood covering the ground a few meters in front of the explosion-proof door. The floor under his feet was also covered with a red-black, tar-like viscous liquid. cover. Those black things were actually task force members wearing black tactical suits. He also saw that the armbands covered with blood and broken limbs could also see the black background golden arrow logo of the Joint Operations Command Special Operations Command. .

Deformed warheads and bullet casings were scattered in every corner of the corridor like pebbles in a river, and the faint light reflected in the pools of blood. Firearms damaged for various reasons were scattered among the corpses with a burnt smell. The surrounding walls and ceilings were as pitted as the surface of the moon and covered with splattered blood, as if there had been more than one explosion. The combination of limbs, broken bones and foul-smelling entrails made the place look like a slaughterhouse. Steve Rogers had never seen such a horrific battlefield since World War II. The stench of death suddenly brought him back to the battlefield filled with rotting wounds, trench rats, foul-smelling bandages, and overwhelming fleas. He had no idea what was going on, but he was sure it wasn't Bucky's doing. With his rich battlefield experience, he could tell at a glance that this was a sharp weapon injury. Bucky's mechanical arm would only cause blunt force injuries and crushing injuries. Even if he had cold weapons, he would not be able to use the human body and metal firearms so smoothly. Cut the ground.

"I have to find Bucky as soon as possible."

"According to the security personnel's radio calls, the target is most likely rushing to the rooftop apron." Friday's voice in the earphones was filled with electrical noise, "Comprehensive clues provided by all security personnel's calls are used to calculate the possible location of the target, and the building is being called. Drawings, planning the nearest route. Captain Rogers, turn left ahead..."

Steve Rogers stepped over the body and followed Friday's instructions, leaving sticky bloody shoe prints in his wake. "That's an elevator shaft," he said. "Not stairs."

"That's the shortest route." Friday emphasized. "My database has your physical training data in the Avengers base. After rigorous calculations, I think you can do this."

"Team Charlie 3, talk back!" Ross, who had completely lost contact with the task force, walked around anxiously without stopping for a moment. He felt that the room temperature in the command center was getting higher and higher, which made his forehead covered with sweat. While yelling at the person in charge of the command center to restore power and surveillance as soon as possible and send security personnel into the incident floor, he repeatedly tried to call the Joint Command task force. After he sent the team underground to arrest the escaping Winter Soldier, the task force that could still communicate suddenly fell silent and disappeared completely as if they fell into an abyss.

Ross didn't care about the fate of the task force. He just wanted to know if they completed their mission. His plan to ask Tony Stark to help was shattered after Tony Stark left the office without saying goodbye. What's worse is that Steve Rogers, who was originally in the room, also disappeared. Now Ross is alone. Apart from bringing German administrative personnel, he has no armed forces that can be used.

"Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes." He called the reinforcements who were still on the plane. "As soon as we arrive in Germany, we will enter a state of combat readiness. I will ask the US military stationed in Germany to cooperate with your actions."

"What happened?" Rhodes asked in confusion.

He had previously received an inquiring text message from Tony Stark. A few hours later, Secretary of State Ross had plans to use all-out force, which gave him an unknown premonition in his heart. Rhodes hated Secretary of State Ross, but his military qualities still allowed him to endure and ask why he had to enter a "combat readiness state" because that meant he had to escort the cargo on the plane to the NATO military base. He didn't know what the cargo was, but he was sure it wasn't good stuff, because the bodyguards and medical staff on the plane were all nervous, as if they might face death at any time.

"Steve Rogers defected!" Before Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes could refute, Secretary of State Ross continued, "As soon as we land, we will send armored vehicles into the city. I want to capture Steve Rogers before he escapes. ! Hear that, I want to capture him! Super soldiers must not fall into the hands of other countries, they are the property of the US government!"

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