Strong Pectorals and Glutes

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—

Amid the gunfire, Jason staggered backward, blood splattering all over his body, until the last bullet struck his forehead, causing him to stiffen and fall backward to the ground.

Carter lowered his pistol, his thin eyebrows furrowing deeply. "That's scary. I have a feeling something's off about this guy."

You're even scarier!

Steve swallowed hard. Although he knew Carter was a secret agent and that shooting someone was inevitable, his idealistic viewpoints were bound to be idealized. Now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he still felt a sense of disappointment at the shattering of his illusions.

"I'll go after him." Thinking of Russell's escape, Steve hurriedly ran into the alley. He had been delayed for a while, and he didn't know if he could still catch up.

Just then, the corpse on the ground suddenly moved. Jason grabbed Steve's ankle and yanked him hard, knocking him to the ground.

"My God..."

Carter was completely stunned. Jason had been shot more than a dozen times, with a hole in his forehead, yet he was still alive. Or rather, he had died and then come back to life. Jason's gunshot wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming completely healed in seconds, except... his face looked even more grotesque.

Steve was stunned. Jason grabbed him by the ankle with one hand and his neck with the other, lifted him above his head, and threw him hard towards Carter.

The bizarre scene was visually striking. Carter barely came to her senses when she saw two Ds rapidly approaching. She couldn't catch Steve and was knocked to the ground, becoming his human cushion.

Sizzle!

Seven or eight cars stopped, and military and SSR agents arrived. More than twenty dark gun barrels were aimed at Jason and opened fire.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap—

Jason was pinned to the wall by the heavy fire, blood splattering everywhere, half his head blown off by the Submachine Gun fire. However, when the gunfire stopped, his wounds began to heal automatically, and to everyone's horror, he underwent a mind-blowing resurrection.

After Jason was resurrected, he stood motionless at the alley entrance, neither attacking nor retreating, as if to tell everyone that the only way to get through was to step over his corpse.

Faced with an immortal monster, everyone was at a loss. Whether they were special agents or soldiers, they were all taught to trust the guns in their hands, but the instructors never told them what to do when they encountered an enemy that bullets could not kill.

Carter was the first to react. "SSSR members, take a detour and get past them, the rest of you... grab him."

Carter gave the order without hesitation. While the Super-Soldier Serum was important, being a strategic-level black technology, the value of Immortal Body was even greater. As long as Jason was captured and the secrets within were deciphered, an invincible force that could decide the outcome of the war could be created.

Actually, Carter harbored another worry, or perhaps "unease" would be a better word: she feared that the Axis powers would completely acquire the technology for Immortal Body. If that happened, the war wouldn't need to continue; the Allies could simply raise the white flag and surrender.

Just then, another unexpected event occurred. Jason suddenly trembled on the spot as if he had been electrocuted, his facial features contorted, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground with a thud, becoming completely still.

Everyone stared at each other, completely bewildered. Steve tentatively walked over, squatted down in front of the corpse, and pressed on its carotid artery.

He's dead!

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately gathered around, pushed Steve aside to check and confirm the body, and finally lifted it into a car and left the scene as quickly as possible.

"Agent Carter, that body..."

"Steve, we have no right."

Carter bit his lip, shook his head at Steve, and the two watched as the body was taken away by the military.

Later, the military recruited a group of top biological and genetic scientists to begin deciphering the mystery of Immortal Body. This project was pursued by the military into the 21st century, with billions of dollars invested. Even though they hadn't figured anything out, they continued to invest funds. Military leaders firmly believed that Immortal Body objectively existed; they just hadn't found the right method.

Klausenburg Arms Factory!

Schmidt was in a bad mood. Just two days ago, the Great the Führer sent someone to convey his dissatisfaction, saying that if Schmidt continued to act recklessly, he would be sent to hell with Hydra.

Schmidt, ambitious and unwilling to be subordinate to anyone, became even more arrogant after obtaining the Tesseract. Unable to withstand threats, he used weapons developed from the Tesseract to kill the Führer's men, officially breaking with Berlin.

With no one to restrain him and no one to be responsible to, Schmidt enjoys his current freedom. No one will tell him what to do anymore. But now he must face a harsh reality.

Without Berlin's funding, he was a bit short of money and needed to figure out a way to pull off a heist.

War is the fastest way to make money. Over the years, Hydra has trained a lot of soldiers, equipped with advanced weapons and revolutionary war machines. They are not afraid of either the German Army or the Allied forces of Britain and the United States.

Schmidt had a long-term vision; he truly didn't want to take this step unless absolutely necessary. It wasn't out of fear of war, but rather because he knew Hydra's weakness: in terms of troop numbers, they were at a disadvantage. He wasn't the Führer, a prime minister, or a president; he couldn't simply issue a conscription order to expand the army by a million. Hydra's soldiers would only dwindle with each battle.

This is also related to Schmidt's pathological psychology. He was demanding of loyalty from his subordinates, making everyone treat him as a god. The first step in training new recruits was brainwashing, and only those who were brainwashed into fanatics could graduate.

Fighting means casualties, not fighting means no money, no money means no superweapons, and without superweapons, the Führer will kill the Führer. Schmidt is caught in a vicious cycle. His hairline has been receding... cough cough, he hasn't been eating or drinking, and his skeletal face has become even thinner.

The messenger knocked and entered, saluted, and said, "Sir, Captain Russell has returned and is awaiting your summons."

"Finally, some good news..." A slight smile appeared on Schmidt's gloomy face, "Bring the captain in, immediately!"

"Yes!"

Two minutes later, Russell stood in front of the desk and put down the metal briefcase. "Boss, the mission is complete. Dr. Erskine is dead. Here is the serum you requested."

As Russell spoke, he opened his briefcase, where the Super Soldier Serum was prominently displayed.

Schmidt glanced at it casually, gently closed the briefcase, seemingly not caring at all, walked up to Russell, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Captain, are you alright?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm not injured." Russell straightened his back, a hint of unease in his eyes, and said with shame, "It's just... Agent Fred sacrificed himself. He was..."

"Wait, Captain." Schmidt raised his hand to interrupt, shook his head and said, "I don't know who Agent Fred is, and I don't care whether he's dead or alive. As long as you return safely, this mission will be perfect."

Schmidt said, gazing intently at Russell with an expression that said, "I have very high hopes for you." Naturally, Russell had to do something in this situation. He returned the gaze with equal intensity, raising his arms high. "Hail Hydra!"

"Well said, Captain." Schmidt nodded. "You've done a great service in the America this time, and I must reward you properly. Is there anything you want?"

"No, I don't want anything." Russell said stiffly, "I would give my life for the leader and Hydra, it's my duty, and I don't need any reward."

Schmidt smiled and said, "Captain, I admire your loyalty. It was worth recruiting you from the army. But rewards and punishments must be clear. I need to use you as an example to inspire everyone."

Russell pondered for a moment, "Leader, please approve my joining the research team."

Schmidt's smile remained unchanged, "Tell me your reasons. As far as I know, you're not interested in research."

Russell straightened up. "Because you, leader, are a scientist, I want to get closer to you."

"Haha, Captain, I'm growing to admire you more and more." This flattery was fresh and ingenious, making Schmidt feel incredibly pleased. He generously asked, "Captain, which research team would you like to join, the superweapons team?"

The Super Weapons Team is dedicated to developing Cosmic Magic, primarily focusing on guiding energy to create weapons. Individual weapons can instantly reduce flesh and blood to ashes with a single shot, while artillery mounted on armored vehicles is even more destructive. Currently, they are developing Super Bomb with a destructive power even greater than that of an atomic bomb. This project, overseen by Dr. Zola, is Schmidt's most important research project, bar none.

The Tesseract has virtually unlimited energy; once you take off its clothes, it becomes the Space Stone. Joining this team allows you to get up close and personal with the Space Stone, making it a sure path to advancement and wealth.

But Russell resolutely shook his head and refused. The Tesseract was a hot potato, coveted by major powers in the universe. Even a powerful nation like Asgard could only throw it to Earth in some remote corner. He wouldn't be foolish enough to go and invite trouble.

Besides, Schmidt's research on the Tesseract has gone astray, and there's no guarantee that an experimental accident won't happen one day. An explosion would be the least of his worries; being transported to an outer space planet and unable to complete his mission would be disastrous.

When the mission fails and he's punished, what should he say on Thanos's bed? Would praising Thanos's might and getting him spared?

"Chief, I want to work on other research projects!"

Upon hearing Russell's words, the wariness in Schmidt's eyes disappeared. "Which team do you want to join? Because of the war, many projects have been put on hold."

"I hope it's research in biological genetics, like the Super Soldier Serum used in this mission."

Schmidt became interested. "Could you explain why?"

"During my mission, I encountered the Super Soldier created by Erskine. Ten of us couldn't defeat one of them, and Agent Fred was killed in the process..."

"Wait!" Schmidt's smile faded, revealing a cold glint in his eyes. "You just said... Erskine created Super Soldier?"

"Yes."

Schmidt remained silent, his expression shifting back and forth. "Captain, write me a detailed mission report later. Also, can you describe what that Super Soldier looks like?"

Russell recalled for a moment, "He was over six feet tall, weighed at least 230 pounds, and was a white America. He was incredibly strong, had boundless energy, and could run at a speed comparable to a car. Hmm... his chest and glutes were extremely powerful!"