The End of Captain America

When the massive gate that looked like the gates of hell slowly opened, revealing the enormous underground military kingdom behind it, even a Super-Soldier with a will of iron like Steve Rogers felt his heart skip a beat.

Everything before them had long surpassed the scope of war.

This was an industrial empire.

Cold steel structures supported the ceiling like the skeleton of some colossal beast. Countless searchlight beams crisscrossed the enormous hangar below, illuminating rows of vicious-looking aircraft with a chilling gleam.

The air was thick with engine oil, gunpowder, and an indescribable fervor. Thousands of Hydra soldiers swarmed through their posts like ants. The entire base functioned like a precisely operating heart, each beat pumping out the threat of death.

"Everyone, stay in the shadows." Steve's voice was kept extremely low, like an ice-tempered dagger piercing precisely into the nerves of every team member still reeling from the shock. His gaze was terrifyingly calm, as if the steel hell before them was merely another ordinary fortress to conquer.

"Our mission is to destroy that plane." He nodded toward the black bomber with an astonishing wingspan at the deepest end of the hangar. That was the Valkyrie, the core of the Hydra Doomsday Plan. "Remember, do not expose yourselves until we succeed."

Before his words had even faded, he bent low and moved first. Every muscle in his body tensed as he silently stepped into Hydra's underground kingdom like a panther melting into the darkness.

The Howling Commandos truly were elite veterans who had survived countless battles. After their brief shock, they immediately regained the composure of professional soldiers.

They exchanged only looks of resolute determination, then followed behind Steve one after another, using the massive planes and equipment in the hangar as cover as they silently infiltrated deeper