humiliation.
Naked humiliation.
Rumlow's ferocity was aroused. He is Crossbones, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top action expert, and he is not someone to be scared of.
"Go to hell! Impostor!"
Rumlow roared angrily, pulled out the spare spurs from his boots, and rushed forward.
He doesn't believe in evil.
In terms of close combat, he has been in this business for more than ten years and has never been afraid of anyone.
The two of them instantly fought together.
The wind of the fist roared, and the shadow of the legs flew.
Rumlow whipped his leg towards the opponent's temple.
The clone didn't hide, it took a hard kick and was kicked to the head. But in the next second, it responded with a whip kick in the same posture and at the same angle.
"Bang!"
Rumlow was kicked out and hit the wall.
Rumlow gritted his teeth, struggled to get up, and stabbed the opponent's ribs with another cunning knife.
The clone still didn't hide, allowing Blade to penetrate its body. It grabbed Rumlow's wrist, as if feeling his power-generating skills.
It twisted backhand.
"Crack!"
Rumlow's left arm was violently broken off.
"Ahhhh!!"
Screams echoed in the safe house.
The next five minutes were the longest nightmare in Rumlow's life.
He spent all his life learning.
All killing moves, all underhanded moves, all tactical moves.
Shootings, explosions, even teeth bites.
But no matter what he does, the opponent will copy it perfectly in the next second and return it to him with stronger power and faster speed.
This monster is learning from him.
Rumlow is desperate.
His face was covered with blood, and he was leaning against the corner, gasping for air, holding the last high-explosive grenade tightly in his hand.
His eyes were fixed on the clone, and his face became increasingly ferocious.
Until this clone "Rumlow" came forward.
He pulled out the grenade ring without hesitation.
"OKay, baby, let's go together!"
Boom!!!
The fire engulfed the entire room.
The shock wave of the explosion blew off the roof and flames shot into the sky.
In the fire.
A figure walked out slowly.
Most of the bionic skin on its body was burned away, revealing the Vibranium skeleton with a cold luster inside. The electronic prosthetic eye shone scarlet against the flames.
It picked up the nameplate that survived the explosion on the ground. It was the identity plate of Rumlow.
"Mission report: The original body Brock·Rumlow has been terminated."
"Identity disguise synchronization rate: 100%."
Skynet's report was transmitted to Homelander through the encrypted channel.
"Good job. Now, you can update the mission instructions." Homelander ordered.
"Instruction confirmed: lurk and protect Alexander Pierce and core members of Hydra when necessary."
The red light in T-850's eyes faded away, turning into a pair of brown eyes full of human emotions.
He stood up, adjusted his tactical vest in the mirror, and showed the iconic ruffian smile of "Rumlow" on his lips.
"Go to work now."
"I have a question, Commander." Skynet's voice intervened again.
"According to big data analysis, Hydra is a terrorist organization that does not hesitate to create chaos in order to achieve its goals. Its core philosophy is in fundamental conflict with Mr. Starr's Vought International system."
"In short, they are your enemies."
"Why not take this opportunity to wipe it out completely? Instead, invest resources in protecting it?"
Homelander smiled.
"Skynet, although you have the knowledge of all mankind, you do not understand human nature."
"If a person is hungry, he has only one desire - to be full."
"And once he's full, he starts thinking about other things."
Homelander sneered and changed the topic.
"Same reason."
"If a person is beaten often, he will live in fear every day."
"Then his requirements are very low - just don't hit him. As long as you can protect him from being hit, he is willing to dedicate everything to you."
"But what if no one hits him?"
"He'll start to be picky."
"He will think that your cloak is too dark, that your Heat Vision is too hot, and that you don't smile when you are rescuing people."
"He will begin to... examine his Savior."
Homelander turned around and opened his arms, as if embracing this world full of flaws.
"So the world needs Hydra."
"Only when people tremble when they hear gunshots in the middle of the night, will they miss the embrace of Homelander."
"Only when the guns of those three aircraft carriers are pointed at their foreheads, will they understand that the bill for Vought... is not expensive at all."
An abandoned air raid shelter base somewhere.
The air was filled with the smell of damp musty and rusty metal.
Several people were sitting together at a dilapidated tactical table.
"This place sucks."
Sam Wilson, also known as Falcon, was holding a piece of compressed biscuit and looking at the mottled walls around him with disgust.
"It's worse than the foxhole I squatted in in Afghanistan. I said, there are so many safe houses in S.H.I.E.L.D., can't we find one with hot water?"
"It would be nice to have some accommodation, rookie."
Natasha·Romanoff is sitting on the table, wiping her Glock pistol. Her iconic red hair looks a little messy at this time, but this does not affect her ability at all.
"There is no surveillance here, no Internet equipment, and even satellite scanning is difficult. For us now, this is a five-star hotel."
Clint·Barton, Hawkeye, is squatting in the corner adjusting his bow and arrow.
He didn't speak, but looked up at the door from time to time.
"Who is he waiting for?" Sam touched Natasha's arm and asked in a low voice.
"Steve·Rogers." Natasha replied, "It seems that our Captain America finally figured it out."
"You mean Captain Rogers?" Sam's eyes lit up, "Hey, did I tell you? That morning jog..."
"I've said it about eight hundred times." Natasha interrupted him, "On your left, right? We all know it."
"That was a classic moment!" Sam defended unconvincingly, "That was Captain America! Running as fast as a car!"
Just then.
"Crunch--"
The door opened.
Steve·Rogers walked in. Although he was dusty, his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.
"Captain."
Sam was the first to stand up, with a smile on his face like a fan seeing his idol.
"I knew you would come."
Steve looked at Sam and showed a tired but sincere smile.
"Sam, I'm sorry for getting you involved."
"Don't say that." Sam shrugged, "Retired life is too boring, I'm just looking for some excitement."
Steve nodded, glanced at Natasha and Clint, and said, "It seems that Avengers hasn't broken up yet."
"Let's barely maintain it." Natasha jumped off the table, "How about I follow the captain to Vought to make a living?"