Saving Private Steve

The militant who dropped down was incredibly arrogant; the moment he landed, he aimed his weapon at the auburn-haired woman who was fleeing.

The road under the overpass was very wide, and aside from the motorcade of Duncan, there was basically nowhere to hide.

The auburn-haired woman did not hesitate, performing a side roll and tumbling over the hood of Duncan's vehicle.

Boom!

A grenade exploded beside Duncan's car. Even with bulletproof modifications, the vehicle could not withstand the shockwave of such a close-range blast; the windows shattered into spiderwebs, and the car was jolted half a meter into the air.

Duncan, sitting inside, suffered collateral damage as his head slammed directly into the roof, followed by a chaotic tumble inside the cabin.

"Protect the officer!" Seeing Duncan under attack, the Clone Soldier, acting as a hound for Umbrella, immediately pulled open the door and jumped out.

Using the cars as cover, seven Special Operations Force soldiers stood or crouched, their assault rifles aimed directly at the militant ahead as they pulled their triggers.

The militant in tactical gear felt his brown eyes, hidden beneath messy hair, contract instantly; only then did he notice the armed personnel in black tactical gear inside the black vehicles.

The moment the muzzle flashes erupted, he relied on his extraordinary combat experience to violently roll to the side. With a powerful push from the mechanical arm on his left, the hundred-kilogram brute launched like a kicked balloon, quickly drifting behind a concrete pier by the side of the road.

The Special Operations Force soldiers had joined the fray, and the others in the vehicles had no choice but to jump out and begin guarding the perimeter.

The first thing the heavy-duty soldiers did upon exiting the vehicles was to seize the culprit who had brought all this trouble upon them.

Facing the dozen armed men stepping out of the vehicles and looking at the empty, open space around her, the auburn-haired woman helplessly raised her hands, allowing the Security Force members to bind her wrists with black plastic zip ties.

"Behind us!" a warning came over the radio.

The U.B.C.S. members turned quickly, seeing four militants holding various automatic weapons descending via ropes.

However, these four were facing away from the motorcade and seemed not to have noticed the people behind them.

Then they were shot in the back; seven assault rifles fired continuously, and the four militants with their backs to the enemy were turned into sieves in an instant.

"Forget it, let's go!" Seeing the waste of effort, Duncan still wanted to gain a foothold in this world first; getting involved in such bizarre shooting incidents would only expose them to the authorities.

Clutching his head, which was dizzy and throbbing, he realized his current body was truly in poor shape; a single bump had left him lightheaded.

Bark, standing by the car, heard his boss speak and asked for instructions: "Boss, how should we handle the woman outside?"

Having just transmigrated and being completely in the dark, Duncan had no mood to get involved in an attack involving explosives and weapons. "Leave her alone, let's get out of here."

Receiving the order, everyone got back into the vehicles, and with the seven Special Operations Force soldiers providing cover, they prepared to relocate.

Rum-rum-rum!

Just as they were preparing to turn around and find another route, a metal sphere was thrown from behind the concrete pier, bouncing to the feet of the first vehicle.

The seven Special Operations Force soldiers had never seen such a thing, but instinctively treated it as an explosive and scrambled to avoid it.

Boom!

A bulletproof SUV worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was blown into a "train wreck." Two Special Operations Force soldiers were unable to dodge in time and were sent flying; given the proximity of the explosion, their internal organs were likely ruptured, and they wouldn't survive.

The militant with the metal arm, who had rolled miserably behind the concrete pier, poked his upper body out. With a cold, sharp gaze fixed on the motorcade, the grenade launcher attached to his M4A1 spat out a large projectile.

Boom!

The second SUV was also hit, its glass completely shattered, rendering it unusable.

Fortunately, the five surviving Clone Soldiers were hiding behind the vehicles and did not suffer significant injuries.

They emerged from behind the vehicle cover, returning fire mercilessly with their weapons, and one soldier even unclipped a grenade from his waist and threw it at the militant.

When crossing the portal, Duncan, who suffered from a fear of insufficient firepower, had made sure everyone carried plenty of weapons; they had six spare magazines each, and every person carried three grenades.

Having had two vehicles blown up, his rage was ignited. He was just passing through—how could he be caught in the crossfire like this?

So, honest men are meant to be bullied, right?

"Damn it... get out of the car, take that guy down for me before we leave! Throw all the grenades!"

Large grenades rained down from the sky, forcing the militant behind the concrete pier to continue fleeing. He leaped out, running out of the blast radius with a speed that was eerily inhuman, and quickly vaulted over the guardrail.

The successive explosions and bullets hadn't managed to harm him in the slightest!

While Duncan's motorcade was suppressing the militant, the auburn-haired woman had already quietly retreated to the rear of the motorcade.

Her hands were zip-tied behind her back, but seeing that this group of suddenly appearing militants didn't seem to be with the people who attacked them, and that their desire to attack her wasn't strong, she felt a sense of relief.

Seeing them embroiled in a heated battle, she exerted force on her hands bound behind her back, snapping the zip ties that had been half-cut, and the auburn-haired woman immediately fled into the blind spot of the overpass.

The U.B.C.S. members saw the woman running away, but none of them stopped her; this was an accident to begin with, and there was no need to block her.

The militant was suppressed by absolute firepower, forced to hide here and there, yet not a single bullet hit him. There were too many abandoned cars from pedestrians around, which became perfect cover for him.

Seeing that he hadn't taken the man down after emptying two magazines, Duncan didn't want to waste any more time and ordered: "Get in the car, let's go!"

The five surviving Special Operations Force soldiers boarded the other SUVs and floored the gas, turning around to flee.

The cars hadn't gone far when a dizzy Duncan saw something else: beside an overturned bus, there was a pitch-black pot lid, and a dust-covered, blond-haired brute was crawling out from inside the vehicle.

Hm?

Why does that thing on the ground look so familiar?

The car was still moving, but Duncan kept looking back at the man crawling out of the bus, until he saw the blond brute grab the pot lid from the ground and strap it to his arm. On the dusty shield, the red and blue stripes and that five-pointed star were exceptionally eye-catching!

"Stop the car!"

Shocked, Duncan was truly shocked!

The man's current appearance was indeed a bit disheveled, but he was unmistakably the one from his memories: Steve Rogers, the American superhero who had once appeared on the silver screen!

This was the charm of traveling between worlds; characters that were originally fictional were now appearing right before his eyes.

He had originally intended to enter this world, find a foothold first, and then learn everything about this world through the internet, planning his moves slowly.

He never expected that this accident was actually a twist of fate!

"Reverse, get to that man's side!" Duncan hurriedly signaled North to turn the car around.

When he called for a U-turn, the other vehicles had no choice but to follow suit.

Seeing a line of cars driving toward him, Steve, who had remained in place, sensed danger and turned to run.

This wouldn't do!

Duncan rolled down the cracked window, but instead of sticking his head out, he shouted directly from inside the car, "Captain! Do you need help?"

Enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum, Steve was fast, and the cars couldn't catch up to him immediately.

Duncan's shout didn't make him stop; what forced the Captain to halt was the sound of sirens approaching from afar.

Hydra's people were in pursuit, and if they didn't have a vehicle, they would fall into the hands of Hydra.

The woman with auburn hair emerged from some corner; she had also heard Duncan's shout. Given that she hadn't been actively attacked just now, and considering Duncan and his group's attitude toward the attackers, they had already gained a certain level of credibility in her mind.

Seeing that Natasha hadn't left, the Captain also stopped.

Falcon, who had been idling on the overpass for quite a while, slid down a rope dropped by the militants and shouted as soon as he landed, "There are a lot of police cars coming this way, what should we do, Captain?"

At this moment, Duncan's car had already pulled up beside the Captain.

"Who are you?" The Captain narrowed his eyes, looking at Duncan inside the car with a face full of confusion.

Duncan didn't answer the question, instead saying, "Now is not the time to explain that. Are you getting in? I can take you to a place that is absolutely safe."

Steve and Natasha exchanged a glance, and listening to the sirens drawing ever closer, they had no choice but to board the three vehicles.

When the burly Steve squeezed into the car where Bark was, Kevin, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but complain, "My god, what do you eat to get that big, big guy!"

"Sorry..." Steve apologized politely.

The convoy continued on its way; they were about to cross the overpass, but it wasn't a real overpass.

Ripples like those on a lake surface spread out, and the convoy passed through the Cross-World Gate. Less than ten minutes after entering the Marvel universe from the Resident Evil world, Duncan returned to the world of Resident Evil.