When Chu Hang was like a hawker selling counterfeit watches at Wall Street, he held the piece of blue Energy Block between his two fingers and shook it frivolously in front of everyone, the entire Alps Death Valley, the air seemed to be instantly drawn into a vacuum by an invisible big hand.
Dead silence.
A kind of dead silence that is smoother and more suffocating than Nick Fury's Nick Fury head.
Bucky, Dugan, Jones...Howling Commandos, these tough men who can take a shower with champagne in a hail of bullets, feel that their cerebral cortex has been completely burned to coke on the circuit board by tonight's series of magical plots that even "Approaching Science" cannot film.
What are the three views? Can it be eaten?
First, I discovered that the glacier waterfall that had been hanging there for thousands of years was a fucking holographic projection and a door.
OK, high-tech, Hydra is awesome, they admit it.
Now, here comes the most outrageous thing. Like a third-rate magician, he took out a "key" from his fourth-dimensional pocket that seemed to be the original one, and you would pay ten for a fake one!
What the fuck...
This is no longer a war! War should be more logical and more tactical!
This is clearly watching a man named Chu Hang, starring in a personal super show called "I decide my script, you are responsible for shouting 666". And they, this group of elite soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles, are the audience members in the audience who don't even know how to pay rewards, and can only open their mouths and drool.
"No... no... no way!"
In the communicator, Howard·Stark's voice was no longer trembling. It was like Parkinson's syndrome's late-stage patient riding a roller coaster. Every byte was filled with the scream of shattered worldview. His proud scientific worldview based on physical laws and mathematical formulas was, at this moment, smashed to pieces by Chu Hang with an understatement.
"That's the standard Energy Block! MK-3 model of Hydra! I swear I've studied the wreckage of that thing more than a hundred times! I can fucking recite its energy output curve, internal crystal structure, and shell alloy ratio backwards! How do you have this thing?! It's still a completely intact brand new version. Ben?! And... And why the hell do you carry it in your pocket like a lighter?! This thing is standard equipment! It is the second Life Law of the Hydra soldier! Why are you carrying it? Is it used as a hand warmer in winter?! Answer me! Chu Hang!!"
Howard's roar, like a string of lit firecrackers, exploded in everyone's ears.
However, no one could answer him.
Because everyone present, including Steve·Rogers, wanted to smash every word of Howard in Chu Hang's face.
The way they looked at Chu Hang was no longer looking at a comrade, nor a freak. They were looking at an alien in human skin, a bug that traveled back from the future, a walking and breathing "why".
"Oh, you're talking about this."
Faced with a question that was enough to make any lie detector explode on the spot, Chu Hang just weighed the Energy Block in his hand out of boredom. His tone was so light and gentle that he seemed to say, "Ah, I just picked up a dime on the roadside."
"It's not a big deal. The Hydra Base we took away last time, remember? The scene was a bit chaotic at the time. I touched it from the corpse of the Hydra team leader who had just died. At that time, I thought this thing was blue and looked like a glass marble, and the workmanship was much more exquisite than the cans we distributed here, so I kept it as a souvenir."
Everyone: "..."
Souvenirs?
What the hell do you call an enemy high-tech core that contains terrifying energy and can power an entire base... a souvenir?
Dugan subconsciously touched a bunch of Iron Cross medals of the German Army soldiers hanging on his waist, while Jones looked at a Luger Pistol in his backpack. They suddenly felt that their own collection taste was as low as the center of the earth compared with Chu Hang.
The souvenirs of normal people are bullet casings, medals, and enemy daggers.
Your Chu Hang souvenir is the enemy's energy core?!
Isn't this hobby of collecting a bit too advanced? It must be at least a century ahead of its time!
"You... you... unreasonable... freak!" On the other end of the communicator, Howard was choked to the point of almost losing his breath. The scientist's vocabulary seemed extremely poor at this moment, and in the end he could only squeeze out this incompetent and furious comment from between his teeth.
Chu Hang felt no emotion in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.
[Ding! The shock value from Howard·Stark is +10086!]
[Ding! The confusion value from all members of Howling Commandos is +999!]
Alas, it is difficult to explain to these natives.
Even if I say it, they won't understand.
Just be a lucky freak, this script is pretty good.
Steve ignored the group of teammates behind who had begun to doubt their lives, and the genius inventor in the communicator who was about to have a myocardial infarction. As the captain, his mental quality was obviously one or two levels higher.
He just stepped forward silently and took the piece of Energy Block from Chu Hang's hand, his blue eyes flashing with scrutiny. He looked at it carefully for a moment, and even felt the cold and smooth texture of Energy Block with his fingers, and compared the size and shape of the groove of Black Noir.
Exactly like the original.
He didn't say anything, he just silently handed Energy Block back to Chu Hang, then pointed his chin toward the groove and raised it slightly.
The meaning in his eyes is simple and crude.
--Stop talking nonsense and open the door.
"Okay."
Chu Hang shrugged and accepted this heavy "trust" from this future moral benchmark and incarnation of justice.
Under the gaze of everyone who was so nervous that their heartbeats almost stopped, he walked forward slowly, took a deep breath - mainly to show off, making this action seem ritualistic - and then, steadily, pushed the piece of Energy Block, which exuded a faint blue light, into the deep Black Noir groove.
"Click."
There was an extremely crisp sound, like the sound of a Swiss watch movement snapping together.
Perfect!
Energy Block was swallowed accurately, making a perfect fit.
Immediately afterwards, a sudden change occurred!
The Hydra emblem in the center of the groove, which originally only emitted a faint red light, suddenly lit up! The dazzling blue light instantly replaced the red, and spread crazily to the surroundings along the mysterious lines on the panel that were like ancient runes!
The scene was like a city circuit diagram that was instantly lit up in the dark, full of the beauty of science fiction and mystery. In the end, all the blue light paths converged on the Hydra emblem in the center!
Buzz--
There was a hum that was low enough to make the heart resonate, and the entire huge metal panel began to tremble slightly.
"Successful!" Dugan's face just bloomed with a hint of ecstasy for the rest of his life.
"I knew this kid Chu Hang was a lucky star!" Jones couldn't help but growl.
That huge glacier waterfall, that perfect holographic projection with no flaws, began to flicker and distort like an old TV picture with poor signal, and finally disappeared completely with a "zha" sound!
The ferocious and terrifying true appearance behind it was revealed.
It was a huge gate that could not be described in human language. It was as black as ink, with a surface as smooth as a mirror, without any joints, as if it were a piece of obsidian cut out from the kingdom of mythical giants. Standing there, it was the most extreme interpretation of the word "small".
At this moment, this gate as huge as a mountain is slowly opening to both sides in an extremely slow but full of majestic and oppressive manner!
Countless streams of high-pressure steam hidden in the cracks of the door, like the breath of an ancient dragon, roared and roared out, instantly condensing into large tracts of thick white mist in the cold air, shrouding everything around it.
Behind the door, in the bottomless darkness, countless huge terrifying gears with a diameter of more than ten meters are creaking and turning crazily in a way full of the aesthetics of industrial violence, driving this gate weighing hundreds of millions of tons.
Every time it turns, the earth wails.
Everyone present felt as small as a trembling ant, looking up at God to open the grand door to his kingdom.
They even had a ridiculous illusion.
What this door leads to is not a Hydra military base at all.
It's the entrance to hell.
Ten seconds later, when the door finally opened completely, revealing a huge passage that could allow an armored division to march side by side, everyone was once again shocked beyond measure by the scene behind the door.
Behind the door was not the dark corridor or heavily guarded underground sentry they imagined.
Rather, it is an underground hangar that is unimaginably huge and brightly lit!
The height and width of this hangar are at least several hundred meters, and its length extends to the end of the field of vision, with no edge visible. On the huge dome, rows of giant searchlights like artificial suns illuminate the entire underground space as bright as day without any shadows.
On the floor of the hangar, there were rows and rows of strange and hideous aircraft that they had never seen before. There were small flying wings that could be used for individual combat; there were streamlined fighter jets like hell bats; there were even a few giant bombers that were like flying fortresses, with wingspans as wide as they could cover the sky.
Thousands of Hydra soldiers wearing uniform Black Noir uniforms and gas masks, like a group of industrious and deadly worker ants, busily shuttled in every corner of the hangar, loading weapons, filling fuel, and overhauling aircraft. The entire hangar was filled with the roar of engines, the sound of metal collisions, and German passwords, forming a symphony of steel and war.
In the deepest part of the hangar, a super aircraft that was larger and more ferocious than any other aircraft, like a dormant Black Noir steel behemoth, was parked there quietly.
On its wings, the blood-red Hydra logo flashes with bloodthirsty light under the dazzling lights, as if announcing the death and destruction it is about to bring.
"Valkyrie" number.
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Chu Hang's eyes. Sure enough, the stage for the final decisive battle is right here.
"Oh my god..." Jones looked at the huge underground army in front of him, armed to the teeth, and felt that his calves were trembling and his voice was trembling, "We... we are not just poking a hornet's nest, we are jumping directly into the hornet's nest to take a bath!"
Steve's face was extremely solemn. He tightened his grip on the shield and gave the order to the team members behind him in a very low voice that only they could hear.
"Everyone, follow the shadows."
"Our mission is to destroy that plane."
"Remember, never expose yourself before you succeed."
After saying that, he was the first to bend down, and his whole aura instantly converged. Like an agile cheetah lurking in the dark night, he was the first to step into this Hydra underground kingdom silently.