Steve looked at the masked killer in front of him, his brows furrowed.
"I don't like your way of doing things." Steve said solemnly, "Stay away from my students!"
Winter Soldier said nothing.
He looked at Captain America and tilted his head.
Under the mask, something seemed to be flickering in his eyes.
But he quickly suppressed it.
Mission: Clear the target.
Secondary mission: If defeated, retreat.
Winter Soldier assessed the situation.
The man holding the shield is very strong. And the heavy machine gun on the fighter plane is taking aim.
Withdraw.
Winter Soldier did not hesitate, turned around and ran, like a cheetah in the dark, taking three steps at a time and then two steps towards the outside.
"Stop!"
Steve I didn't expect the opponent to run so easily.
He threw his shield violently.
"Hoo--!"
Vibranium Shield cut through the night and went straight to the back of Winter Soldier.
Winter Soldier heard the wind, turned around suddenly, and raised his metal left arm.
"Crack!"
There was a loud bang of gold and iron.
A scene that shocked Steve happened.
That killer... actually caught the Vibranium Shield that was spinning at high speed!
The shield made a slight buzzing sound on his metal palm and did not move at all.
Winter Soldier held the shield and took a deep look at Steve across the night.
Those eyes...
Cold, empty, but with a damn familiar feeling.
Steve was stunned.
"You are..."
Before he could ask, he asked.
Winter Soldier exerted force on his waist and swung his arm violently!
"Buzz!!!"
The shield flew back with more force than when it came!
Steve subconsciously raised his hands to pick it up.
"Bang!"
The huge impact pushed him back nearly a meter on the slippery ground, and his arms were slightly numb from the shock.
"What a strength..."
When Steve put down his shield and looked up again, he looked forward.
There was no one there.
"Captain... instructor..."
Iron Arm Joe behind him groaned in pain. The effects of the medicine had completely worn off. The strong side effects made him feel weak all over and his limbs twitched.
Steve looked away and suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
"Hang in there kid, you're going to be fine."
"So, you told me that three superheroes with superpowers were killed by an iron-armed killer with a carbine and a knife?"
Brazil, Rio de Janeiro.
The sun was shining brightly and the beach was bustling with people.
Not far behind Homelander, a carefully choreographed "anti-terrorism operation" was coming to an end.
Hundreds of local militants were driven to the center of the square by him like sheep, and they surrendered in front of the camera.
Vought's photography team is filming Homelander's "majestic back view" from multiple cameras.
"Yes, sir." Ashley looked nervous on the other side of the screen, with the busy command center in the background. "That attacker was very professional, not an ordinary criminal. And... this is already the third time this week. Detroit, Seattle, Chicago. Someone is hunting our city heroes. Although no one has died yet, it is also because of the use of T-VEX... Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Hunting?" Homelander sneered and took off his sunglasses, "Don't use such advanced words. This is called training."
"Those gangsters only know how to sign autographs and take photos after taking the job, and have forgotten all about training. When you encounter a real tough guy, it's only a matter of time before your secrets are revealed."
Homelander took a sip of the fresh milk handed over by Jessica and didn't care.
"Now Steve·Rogers takes this matter very seriously." Ashley said cautiously, "That's his student. He said he wanted to investigate it personally. He suspected... that the other party was transformed by Super-Soldier Serum."
"Let him be."
Homelander waved his hand, stood up, and showed a sunny smile to the tourists in the distance, causing all the girls to scream.
"As for that iron-armed killer..."
A trace of disdain flashed in Homelander's eyes.
Bucky·Barnes. Winter Soldier.
Hydra is a tool used to do dirty work, Captain America is the eternal white moonlight in his heart.
After being cleansed, he became a weakling. Of course, he still is now.
"Don't bother me with this little thing."
Many Brazil people who saw the live news came spontaneously and gathered around, waving to Homelander and cheering. Homelander gave a thumbs up to the tourists below and continued to reply.
"I'm very busy now, busy saving the world, busy earning Vought a reputation with a market value of hundreds of billions."
"Let Steve play this cat-and-mouse game by himself."
"Tell him that since he is his student, he must be responsible to the end. If he needs anything, you can do your best to cooperate with him."
"Understood, sir."
This will be a touching reunion, isn't it? Homelander chuckled inwardly.
Communication is cut off.
Homelander put the phone into the magic space, turned around and walked towards the crowd.
"Okay! Rio! Let me hear your voices!!"
"Tell me... who is the real hero!!"
"Homelander! Homelander!!"
"No! You..."
Amid tsunami-like cheers, Homelander opened his arms and enjoyed the steady influx of Popularity Points.
New York State North, V. G. D command center.
Steve·Rogers sat in front of the conference room, looking at the photos on the screen.
That's a close-up of the site survey.
The red star on the metal arm looked particularly dazzling under the light.
"Captain."
Ashley came over holding the tablet.
"I followed your description and compared it with global intelligence databases."
Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up an encrypted file.
"This is no ordinary criminal. This metal arm technology... is very old, like a product of the Soviet Union period."
"Moreover, our technical department used a special face recognition algorithm. Although he was wearing a mask, based on bone structure comparison..."
Ashley paused and looked at Steve hesitantly.
"What's the comparison result?" Steve's voice was a little deep.
"There is no match, but the pattern of his appearance is very similar to that of a legendary ghost assassin."
An old file in black and white popped up on the screen.
That was decrypted from S.H.I.E.L.D. when Skye was still there.
File code: Winter Soldier.
"In the past fifty years, although there is no conclusive evidence, at the scenes of the assassination of Kennedy, Iranian Hostage Crisis, and many key political assassinations, witnesses claimed to have seen a man with a metal arm."
"He's like a ghost." Ashley whispered, "But S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official statement is: it's just an urban legend."
Steve looked at the file and gently stroked the blurry black and white figure on the screen with his fingers.
That familiar feeling came to my mind again.
That look.
But he wasn't sure.
"I want more information." Steve said in a deep voice, "All information about this Winter Soldier."
"This is the only decryption database S.H.I.E.L.D. has." Ashley shrugged, "Maybe you can go directly to Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury. With his authority, he will definitely be able to give you the answer."
"Then go find him."
Steve picked up the shield and strode towards the door.