Seize the King to Capture the Bandits!

Several hours later, while Lowett was enjoying dinner at Tony's home, Hydra—yes, Hydra—issued a wanted order to all agents.

Looking at Steve's portrait on the photograph, many agents who were still in the dark found it hard to accept.

"Impossible!" one agent shouted.

"How could the Captain be a traitor?!"

"But that is the truth, Agent!" Brock Rumlow, codenamed Crossbones, captain of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Rapid Response Team, looked over with a stern expression.

"I understand how you feel, but these are orders."

"Even if we want to uncover the truth, we must find the Captain first!"

"I... understand."

Nodding in satisfaction, Crossbones took out his communicator and connected the call. "Mr. Pierce, the Rapid Response Team is ready. We can move out at any time."

"Mm, then act!" Pierce replied from the other end.

"We've already located the Captain. He's in an abandoned military camp left over from World War II. Take your men and bring him back."

"Understood!"

Elsewhere, Captain America and Natasha were carefully advancing through the camp. Fortunately, their worries proved somewhat unnecessary. Other than abandoned buildings and supplies, there was nothing here. Before long, they reached the depths of the camp, where rows of old-fashioned supercomputers stood stacked together.

A few minutes later, Captain America stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"So this is the truth?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. was infiltrated by Hydra long ago? What the hell have we been doing?!"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. they had established to protect people had been used by the enemy—and it was a disaster they had created themselves?!

"I can understand how you feel, Captain."

Natasha suddenly frowned slightly, turned, and drew her weapon.

"But it seems we have guests."

Captain America looked up. Several shadows were stealthily approaching in tactical formation through the dark passageway. They were clearly well-trained, but unfortunately, neither of them