Battle Settlement

Ahead were two "Hitler Chainsaws" crazily spewing deadly heavy metal, while behind them came the rustling sea of mechanical spiders, ready at any moment to pounce, embrace you warmly, and then send you flying with a "BOOM."

Chu Hang knew this feeling well.

Wasn't this the most classic scenario in video games? After fighting through countless obstacles to reach the BOSS room, you discovered two elite gatekeepers with absurdly thick health bars standing at the entrance, an endless train of minor mobs trailing behind you, and a blood-red rescue countdown ticking away in the upper-right corner of the screen.

A standard hopeless death trap: attacked from both sides, with disaster blooming in the middle.

An ordinary player would probably have taken their hands off the keyboard by now and started wondering whether to switch classes next round or simply uninstall the game.

But Chu Hang's two teammates were clearly not ordinary players.

Especially Steve Rogers.

A man who had practically been cheating throughout Marvel's early days. Chu Hang had once suspected the plot had been invented by Americans to glorify their so-called American spirit.

"I need three seconds."

Steve did not even turn around, yet both Chu Hang and Logan instantly understood that he was issuing a tactical command to them.

Three seconds.

In this corridor of death woven from 7.92mm Mauser rounds, forget three seconds—even three-tenths of a second of hesitation was enough to turn a bull into a sieve.

Logan let out a beastlike growl from his throat and suddenly stepped forward. His entire body nearly pressed against Steve's back like a leopard poised to strike, unreservedly entrusting his most vulnerable back to Chu Hang behind him.

Come on, man, I don't even know whether I can pull this off. How could you trust me that much?

Chu Hang took a deep breath. His heart, which had been pounding wildly from the battle, strangely slowed at that moment. The fully integrated Super-Soldier Serum had brought him not only explosive strength and speed, but also a calm mind comparable to a supercomputer.

The only way out was to use the most unreasonable, brutal, and efficient method possible to instantly take down those two iron turtles ahead before the countdown hit zero!

"I'll take the one on the left." Chu Hang kept it brief. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly cut through the storm of gunfire.

"Copy." Steve answered with only one word.

Now!

Almost one-thousandth of a second after Chu Hang finished speaking, Steve moved!

He lowered his center of gravity and used his round shield to cover his entire upper body.

The next second, he plunged headfirst into the web of death made of muzzle flashes and shrapnel.

Clang clang clang clang clang—!

A dense barrage of metallic impacts, rapid as popping beans, instantly pierced everyone's eardrums. Countless bullets slammed violently into the Vibranium Shield,

but he did not take a single step back.

He was practically the favored child of the patch version. Chu Hang no longer had the strength to complain. It was a real shame those ridiculous anti-Japanese war dramas had never cast Steve.

Behind him, Logan's figure had almost merged with his. He crouched within the shield's absolutely safe zone, his steps perfectly matching Steve's, while his three Bone Claws, gleaming with chilling light, had already locked onto the throat of the machine gunner on the right.

This coordination had not come from drills. It was combat instinct honed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, muscle memory forged through countless brushes with death.

Chu Hang stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot. Instead of rushing forward, he shot diagonally upward like an arrow leaving the string, charging toward the wall on the left.

Newton, today I'm smashing your coffin lid to pieces!

Under the terrifying enhancement of the Super-Soldier Serum, Chu Hang's body seemed weightless. Gravity was a joke before him.

His toes ran across the vertical ninety-degree wall as though it were level ground. His body formed a bizarre thirty-degree angle with the floor, and he glided along the wall like a ghost, so fast that only a faint afterimage remained in the air.

All the attention of the two Hydra machine gunners was focused on Steve, who was charging straight at them behind his shield. They could never have imagined that the true god of death had silently descended from their blind spot.

Right here!

After sprinting seven or eight meters along the wall, Chu Hang twisted his waist and abdomen with explosive force. His body made an extreme turn in midair, and he braced both hands against a thick ventilation pipe on the ceiling. Like a gymnast completing a perfect giant swing, he silently passed over the machine-gun position.

Then gravity reclaimed his body.

Like a falcon folding its wings, he dropped from above, his target—the back of the left machine gunner's head.

Thud!

There was no earth-shattering crash, only a dull crack of bone that made one's teeth ache.

Chu Hang's knee struck the Hydra soldier's cervical vertebrae with precision, weight, and no unnecessary flourish. The unlucky man did not even have time to groan before his entire body collapsed like boneless sludge. His fingers still gripped the trigger tightly, but the fire from the muzzle had gone out forever.

Almost at the same instant, the frontal battlefield also reached its conclusion.

When Steve came within five meters of the machine-gun position on the right, he let out a roar that had been held back for too long.

With a flick of his wrist, the Vibranium Shield, having absorbed tons of kinetic energy, became a red, blue, and white disc of death. It spun through the air with a shriek that tore through the wind.

Its target was not the machine gunner, but a load-bearing steel pillar beside the machine-gun position.

Clang!

The shield struck the steel pillar with a deafening crash, then ricocheted at an angle that utterly defied the laws of physics. Like a boomerang with built-in GPS, it slammed brutally and precisely into the right machine gunner's temple.

The terror in the poor man's eyes had not even faded before he toppled backward stiffly.

And at the very moment he fell, a dark figure that had been waiting to strike shot out from behind Steve like lightning.

It was Logan!

Like a tiger finally breaking free from its cage, he crossed the distance in three strides and pounced directly into the now-ownerless machine-gun position. His sharp Bone Claws swept through without mercy, instantly turning the other two stunned soldiers inside, who were reaching for their pistols, into two bleeding chunks of corpses.

Clean, swift, bloody.

From the moment Steve shouted "three seconds" to the complete removal of two heavy-firepower positions capable of locking down an entire city block, the whole process had taken less than five seconds.

Chu Hang lightly jumped down from the machine-gun position. He glanced at Steve, who calmly retrieved his shield without changing expression, then at Logan, who was wiping the blood from his claws against the wall. A heartfelt thought rose in his mind.

Even novels wouldn't dare write something like this.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."

The sounds behind them drew closer and closer. That irritating swarm of mechanical spiders had already flooded into the corridor like a tide.

"No time to loot! Move!" Steve did not even spare a glance for the corpses and equipment on the ground. His eyes were fixed on the tightly shut iron door at the end of the corridor as he shouted.

The three of them moved again, sprinting desperately toward Cell Block B.