Chapter 807 No Survivors

"Domination? It's better to say...control!"

Steve's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and blue veins popped out.

He tried his best to control the left foot he stepped out, but the result was not satisfactory. The left foot with the eyeball symbol seemed to have its own consciousness, completely out of his control, and stepped forward again. Half step.

"Give up your resistance, Steve Rogers."

Hive was quite confident in his abilities and said: "From the moment you were controlled by me, your left foot no longer belongs to you. No matter how stubborn your willpower is, you will not be able to resist my control. Come a little further Yeah...the left foot."

An order that cannot be disobeyed can be called... domination!

In Steve's horrified eyes, his left foot was uncontrollable again and took half a step forward.

"Come a little further..." Beehive hooked his fingers and controlled the foot to continue moving towards him.

"Don't even think about it!"

As soon as his left foot showed signs of movement, Steve's eyes flashed with fierceness.

I saw him raise his fist and smash it on his knee, splashing a dazzling blood.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the knee was directly shattered by a punch.

Without the support of his knees, his entire left leg was paralyzed. Steve staggered and almost fell, but in the end he managed to stand firm. He raised his head stubbornly and stared directly at the hive: "It's just a leg. Give it to you." What can you do?"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Beehive's face suddenly darkened, and a real murderous intention rolled out. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who allowed you to hurt your body? That's what I like!"

"Your stuff? Bah!"

Steve spat, enduring the severe pain of his broken bone, and sarcastically said in a cold voice: "Don't be so shameless. This is my own body. I am free to do whatever I want. What does it have to do with you?"

"It seems you still haven't recognized the reality."

Beehive stared at him indifferently, put on a ferocious expression, and said word by word: "From the moment I looked at your body, your body no longer belongs to you, but is mine! "

An energy that Steve was very familiar with was constantly surging around the hive.

One by one, tightly closed vertical lines slowly emerged on the front chest of the hive, and then a dozen gaps were opened, revealing amber indifferent vertical pupils, with strange purple light rippling like water ripples.

"Accept God's control... Steve Rogers!"

Along with the fanatical voice on Hive's face, a dozen amber pupils printed on the chest released a rich purple light.

Steve, who had already seen the capabilities of the Hive, reacted almost instantly. He was half-crouched on the ground, huddled behind the round shield, with no trace of his pupils exposed.

The purple light gradually faded, and the heart palpitations slowly subsided.

Steve tried to move a bit and found no signs of being controlled, and let out a nervous sigh.

Although it was just a guess and not 100% sure, there was no doubt that he was right. The objects controlled by the hive are only living things, and have no effect on metals composed of inorganic substances!

"You only looked at it once, and you found the weakness so quickly." A trace of surprise flashed in Hive's eyes, and after a moment he regained his composure, and then he praised: "You are one of the most talented people I have ever seen. "

"Stop talking nonsense here." Steve stood up slowly on one leg and said, "How many people have you met since you were born? There are many people like me in the outside world! "

It was just a casual boast, but he was slapped in the face.

Even though the hive boasted that its bloodline was superior to humans, it couldn't resist the repeated ridicule. Its eyes immediately darkened and said: "You really want to die. You originally wanted to protect this body a little. But now it seems...it seems that this is not necessary."

"Then it depends on whether you have this ability!"

Steve held the shield tightly in his right hand, staring intently at the hive, his concentration reaching the limit.

He knew very well that he only had one chance. With his left leg completely disabled, he could only wait patiently for the hive to reveal its flaws. When he approached actively, he concentrated all his energy on his left hand and risked everything to deliver a fatal blow.

Before that, he had to be careful with those amber pupils and never get hit again!

Just as he was mentally analyzing the situation he was about to deal with, he saw a hint of sarcasm on Beehive's face, as if he was laughing at his overestimation, and as if he was looking at a monkey playing.

"Are you trying to lure me there on purpose?"

Beehive said with a smile but not a smile: "Let me guess, wait until I take the initiative to fight up close, then seize my flaw, and then use that left hand to strike like that just now, completely wiping out my body, right?" "

"So what? Don't you dare?"

Steve's eyes shrank slightly. Although his thoughts were guessed, he did not panic at all. Instead, he spoke provocatively: "Even a man like me who has a broken leg dare not approach me. What qualifications do you have to say?" Are you a god?"

"Unfortunately, I have seen through your mind."

Beehive's eyes glowed with cruelty, and he said coldly: "My favorite thing is to slowly torture the prey and appreciate their desperate expressions before death."

Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps sounded in the metal passage.

Figures of people moved together, and then stepped into the laboratory. With the dim light outside, Steve could see their faces clearly. His expressions changed instantly. Anger could not stop rising, and his pupils were almost on the verge of spitting out fire. Come.

"honeycomb--!!!"

A hysterical roar like a beast, accompanied by violent waves of spiritual power, rose and erupted around Steve.

"How does it feel to meet your former teammates?"

Hive's expression was ferocious and cruel, and in his uncontrollable trembling voice, there was a trace of perverted desire after satisfaction: "You have to thank me. If it weren't for my help, these teammates of yours would have been dead long ago. Died in the ruins."

"Jack, Hans, Robert, Wells..."

Steve's trembling teeth clenched his lips tightly.

The traces of blood after the broken skin poured into the mouth, and the fishy smell was mixed with bitterness before being swallowed. Even if the knee was crushed a thousand times again, the pain would not be as much as one ten thousandth of the heartache he felt now.

Those guys... were all members of the Howling Commandos.

Or to be more precise, they were once members of the Howling Commandos, but now they have become puppets.

"Then let me enjoy it."

Fengchao looked like he was watching a show, took a few steps back, and said playfully: "Facing your closest comrades, do you still have the courage to break their heads like you broke your own knees? ?”

"Asshole...bastard!!!"

Steve's teeth were almost broken, and his terrifying eyes were like knives, wanting to tear the hive into pieces.

"I almost forgot, let me remind you."

Beehive's smile was full of malice, and he reminded: "The parasites that control their actions are all in the central nervous system of the brain. The only way to save them is to blow their heads off with your fist."