Individual Heroism Is Not Allowed

Knowing full well that he was being monitored and wiretapped, Duncan had no desire to discuss the secrets of the Umbrella Corporation while in the Resident Evil world. However, after meeting Steve, he stopped worrying so much about the methods Isaac might employ.

The Marvel universe was teeming with talent. All he had to do was go over there and shout: "I am a major shareholder of Umbrella! If you help me regain control of the company, I will reward you handsomely in the future!"

In this way, a steady stream of high-level intellectuals from Marvel would cooperate with him. Wouldn't the serum for the T-virus be researched in no time?

Now, he only needed to help Steve and his team survive this crisis. Then, he would invite Steve to join the mission to save the world, dismantle the Red Queen's motherboard beneath The Hive, and control the Red Queen—which would be equivalent to controlling the entire Umbrella Corporation.

In Duncan's view, the Red Queen was just a piece of artificial idiocy. True artificial intelligence should possess its own judgment, rather than being a piece of trash that only knew how to follow orders.

He could already think of several ways to paralyze the Red Queen and turn her into a mechanical girl who only knew how to obey his commands.

Hiss!

His inner thoughts were interrupted by the sharp pain in his body. Before Duncan stood the members of the squad, busy moving supplies. His wounds had been simply bandaged, and before Isaac could send people to capture them, they had to pack up and transfer to the Marvel world.

Steve and the others were also helping; the equipment here would provide them with significant assistance. All their difficulties stemmed from a lack of firepower. If they had a nuclear bomb and the resolve to use it, they could simply blow up the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and things would become simple.

But he knew Steve wouldn't do that, because he was a good man.

Haha!

Duncan's gaze followed the American ass carrying four crates of grenades as he walked by. He laughed silently, then put on a ferocious expression and said to the trembling female secretary: "Susan, hurry and help me to the restroom!"

After finishing his business, Duncan endured the intense pain in his body and climbed into the car with Captain America. They drove off, entering the Marvel world once again.

Only half an hour had passed since they left the Marvel world. After the Hydra-S.H.I.E.L.D. strike team led by Crossbones discovered the Captain had vanished, they spread out to search the vicinity.

The Cybersecurity Department and the Department of Transportation worked together to investigate, but they only found a few useless clues.

The Umbrella vehicles had no license plates; in the place of the plates, there was only an emblem representing the Umbrella Corporation—the red and white umbrella logo.

They only concluded: An unknown force had taken Captain America away in a manner they could not detect.

After searching for half an hour without results, they called off the operation and left the mess for the police to handle.

They knew Steve's goal was nothing more than to stop the implementation of Project Insight. They only needed to station heavy guards at S.H.I.E.L.D. to prevent it.

Once the auditors from the Security Council arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and passed the system verification, Hydra would be able to initiate Project Insight.

In just fifteen hours, what could they possibly stop!

Therefore, when Duncan's convoy rushed out from under the overpass again, there were only a few police officers who had set up a cordon.

The bewildered police officers faced the four suddenly appearing vehicles. It wasn't until the four black SUVs drove past the scene that they reacted to what they should do, jumping into their patrol cars to begin the pursuit.

"Block the police, but don't open fire," Duncan ordered over the radio, watching the pursuing police in the rearview mirror.

The people in the cars opened the windows and pointed their automatic weapons outward, making the convoy look as unapproachable as a venomous centipede.

Seeing this, the pursuing police cars wisely hit the brakes, not daring to continue the chase. Even if they were to pursue, they would have to wait for reinforcements.

They were just working for a salary; were they supposed to risk their lives? This wasn't a game!

Watching Duncan and his team's actions, Steve in the second car felt a faint sense of worry. Would these people from another world be a bit... incompatible with their environment?

Without the meddlesome police, they drove at full speed, taking a long detour toward the suburbs of Washington.

They were not in a state for a surprise attack; both Duncan and Bark were injured, and they needed to find a safe house to stay in first. The long, arduous journey was not conducive to recovery.

As a veteran of World War II, Steve was a rough-and-ready tactical master. While in the car, he had already thought of a good battle plan.

He had used similar tactics to defeat the Hydra legions led by Red Skull, so he was very familiar with them.

The specific plan was as follows:

At night, Steve and his two companions, along with Duncan's James Squad, would carry explosives and infiltrate the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. They would blow up the engines and control hubs of the three Helicarriers, then use the broadcast system to wake up the agents who had been deceived by Hydra.

Once everyone was in an uproar, they would raid the office of the big boss, Alexander Pierce, beat him up, and finally hand him over to the World Security Council for trial.

Yes, a very perfect plan.

At least, it was to Steve...

Fortunately, Natasha still possessed excellent espionage skills. Under her guidance, the convoy quickly shook off the pursuing police and drove to a farm on the outskirts of Washington.

The four cars drove into the farm's barn. It was empty and had no electricity, but it was decent enough to serve as a temporary safe house.

Duncan got out of the car with Susan's help. After the treatment with the serum, the pain in his body had eased significantly, but the bones in his left hand had been shattered. If the fine bone fragments weren't treated, his left hand might never heal properly.

"It's three in the afternoon now. Let's set our operation time for one in the morning," Steve said, glancing at the time on his watch and looking at the others.

Natasha had no objections, and Sam indicated he needed to go get his "birdman" gear.

One member of the James Squad had died. To prove they weren't in league with the Umbrella Corporation, and for the sake of their own survival, they also needed to participate in this operation.

With plenty of time left, Duncan thought about Captain America's plan and asked skeptically, "Just the three of you for something like this? What about Tony Stark?"

"He just finished surgery; his body isn't suitable for participating in the operation." Natasha wasn't surprised that Duncan knew about Tony, as she automatically assumed Duncan had gathered intelligence in advance to enter their world—otherwise, he wouldn't have recognized Steve as Captain America.

Steve also frowned and said, "I know him. If he finds out, it might put the people around him in danger..."

"Right..." Natasha lowered her head. Precisely because of this, she didn't even dare to ask Barton for help.

Barton had a family and was planning to retire soon. It really wasn't good to drag him into this. The power Hydra hid behind the scenes was too strong; fighting against Hydra...

Duncan rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, don't play the hero! If the Hydra in your world had the same massive global influence as Umbrella, fighting an underground war would be fine. Umbrella even dares to drop nuclear bombs on cities with hundreds of thousands of people—does Hydra dare? An organization that has to hide and skulk around—how much capability can it really have! If Tony is truly smart, he should know what to do!"

After this blunt truth, Steve and Natasha both felt a bit ashamed, thinking it made a lot of sense.

Recalling the image of Tony charging into the portal with a nuclear bomb without hesitation during the Battle of New York, they really should give Tony a little more trust...

Sam, who was almost blending into the darkness nearby, couldn't get a word in. Compared to the three people talking, he was still too young.