At the entrance to the command tent not far away, Colonel Phillips wore an expression of gratification and pride.
He had left the command post as soon as he heard the plane. He had witnessed everything that had just happened, and Chen Mo's descent from the sky had left even him shaken.
"Worthy of being S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strongest Commander! That is a true super soldier!"
Then he looked at Steve, who had excitedly risen in the Jeep, and snorted disdainfully.
"Brat, compared to your Master, you still have a long way to go!"
On the plane, Steve was still staring at Chen Mo excitedly.
Chen Mo's astonishing entrance had given him a huge surprise and interrupted his reckless plan to charge through the enemy's tight defenses alone.
Ever since Dr. Erskine had been "assassinated," he and Chen Mo had not seen each other for more than half a year. His impression of Chen Mo was still stuck in the past, before they had parted ways.
At that time, Chen Mo had yet to undergo enhancement, and his strength had been roughly on par with Steve's. He had never expected that, upon meeting again, Chen Mo would display power that surpassed his by a wide margin.
Jumping from such a height, yet landing steadily without the slightest injury—Steve knew he could not do that.
Besides immense strength and powerful bones and muscles, exceptional impact-dispersing techniques were also essential. Clearly, no matter which aspect it was, the gap between him and Chen Mo was still enormous.
In truth, Chen Mo had had no choice. He was not bored enough to jump out of planes for fun.
When he learned in London that Steve had gone to the Italian Front for a morale-boosting performance, while the HYDRA rebel base that had been quiet