A Tense Standoff

Outside the base, black smoke was everywhere. Two armored vehicles parked in the square were burned to ashes. Hydra soldiers were either engulfed in flames or lay unconscious on the ground.

Russell, holding the Thunder Beast by the scruff of its neck on his shoulder, strode toward Schmidt's sports car. Dr. Zola had already started the car, and the first thing Russell did upon getting in was to shove Zola into the passenger seat.

Schmidt's sports car is no ordinary vehicle. Its imposing appearance is reminiscent of the old Mercedes-Benz 540K. It not only boasts aerodynamic performance but also features a 16-cylinder high-speed racing engine, making it an off-road sports car, and a rare six-wheeled off-road vehicle at that.

This vehicle, Schmidt's personal car, was designed for military use. It was equipped with weapons cases, radios, and other equipment, had two doors, and could seat three people.

The interior is simple and retro, and the old-fashioned airplane-style center console is also very unique. Russell stepped on the gas and revved the engine, turning the car around and rushing out of the base.

"The performance is good..."

Russell gripped the steering wheel with one hand, using the other to pet the cat. The Thunder Beast lay quietly between his legs, its neck raised and purring, looking quite content.

The six-wheeled off-road sports car was stable and easy to drive; Russell really enjoyed driving it. Cars of this era were terrible, and he'd always wanted to modify one himself; with this sports car, he could save time on modifications.

It must be said that high position and power can corrupt people. Schmidt knows how to enjoy himself, but the convertible design is too flamboyant. When the speed is increased to the highest level, it is difficult for ordinary people to withstand the howling wind.

Zola, with her briefcase tucked in front of her, felt the speeding sports car and glanced at Russell, who was petting a cat while driving. She swallowed hard and said, "Sir, the experimental subjects you've been looking at are still at the branch base. Is it alright to leave like this?"

The sports car can seat three people. Even if you don't bring Jason, you should at least tie Bucky to the car!

Russell glanced at Zola, then said in a low voice, "The experiment is poorly prepared, and the mouse's physique needs to be strengthened. I don't have time to train him. He'll stay with Captain America to level up for now."

"Can..."

"It's alright, he can't escape my grasp."

Training room!

Jason stayed behind again to cover the retreat, something he was used to. His eyes behind the mask were calm and unwavering as he slowly drew the Great Cleaver from his waist.

"Bucky, can you still fight?"

Steve, holding half a shield, stood in front of his best friend Jason, his face serious as they confronted each other.

Are you talking to me?

Bucky staggered to his feet from the cold floor. "Steve, you're too arrogant. I remember every time we got into a fight, I was always the one who ended up standing... So, you'd better take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bucky suddenly bent down and pounced on Jason. It was a feint; he was just throwing his life away by rushing in unarmed. His purpose was to attract Jason's attention and create an opportunity for Steve.

Having spent many years together, the two had developed a deep understanding of each other. Steve smiled knowingly, leaped into the air, and slammed his shield down at Jason.

Bang!

Jason raised his Great Cleaver to block the shield, his knees were wrapped around Bucky's legs, and he fell backward to the ground. The three of them were entangled together, and the scene was chaotic for a time.

Steve flipped over and straddled Jason's waist, using both hands to smash Jason's wrists holding the knife with his shield. After three blows, he broke Jason's wrists, and the Great Cleaver was swept aside by the shield.

Bucky rolled a few times on the ground, picked up the Great Cleaver, and said, "Steve, get out of the way."

Jason was hit on the head several times by the shield, and with a swing of his fist he flipped Steve off him. Just as he straightened up and sat on the ground, he was struck on the head by Great Cleaver coming from the opposite direction.

The Blade sliced from the top of Jason's head to his nose, almost splitting Jason's head in two.

Bucky forcefully pulled out his Great Cleaver and stabbed it into Jason's chest once, twice, three times... Blood splattered, staining the ground red. Bucky's entire face was covered in blood, his expression ferocious, like Evil Spirit.

"Hey Bucky, he's dead..." Steve was stunned, never knowing his best friend could be so brutal.

No, this isn't tyranny, this is downright perversion!

Steve believed that Bucky had been brutally tortured by Hydra, which was why he was retaliating by venting his anger on the corpse. However, since the enemy was already dead, continuing his madness would not be good for Bucky.

"Hey, Bucky, stop." Steve grabbed Bucky from behind and dragged him away from the mangled corpse.

Bucky struggled fiercely. "Let go of me! What are you doing holding me? Let go!"

"Damn Hydra, they actually turned you into this!" Steve's eyes reddened when he saw Bucky's crazed state. The optimistic and cheerful Bucky had become such a monstrous sight; he must have suffered inhumane torture.

Yes, it's all Hydra's fault. Bucky is inherently kind.

"Steve, let go! He's about to stand up again!" Bucky was indeed going crazy, wildly swinging his machete at Jason's corpse.

"Don't do this, Bucky, calm down, don't let hatred consume you." Steve grabbed Bucky's neck from behind with both hands and wrapped his legs around his waist. The powerful force rendered Bucky unable to move, a standard wrestling position.

"Bullshit, you don't understand at all, the fight isn't over yet!" Bucky twisted his body, and the two of them rolled around at the same time, creating a very intense scene.

"I understand, brother, I get it. He's dead, it's all over, let's go home together." Steve's eyes were streaked with tears. He didn't want to see Bucky like this; fate was too cruel.

Bucky screamed frantically, "No, he's not dead! This monster can't die!"

"Bucky, wake up. He's not worth your fear. You need to overcome yourself now." Steve choked up, tightening his grip on her arm.

Bucky's neck was being tightly strangled, his face flushed. "Damn it, I think the person I should be beating is you... Which side are you on anyway?"

Click! Click!

Jason stood up from the ground, cracking his knuckles as he shook his neck, looking down at his two still-rolling buddies.

Steve: "..."

Bucky: "..."

The two quickly got up from the ground. Steve was very embarrassed and lowered his head guiltily. Bucky glared at him fiercely. "See? I told you, this monster can't die at all."

"Ahem, you should explain yourself more clearly."

"What, haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"You were acting like a madman back then, completely lacking in persuasiveness."

"Okay, I admit I was wrong." Bucky didn't want to continue, "Listen, Steve, this monster is Immortal Body. You can't die even if you pierce his heart or kick his balls. You won't believe it, but when I cut off his head, he actually reattached it himself."

Steve took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance. "I believe it, because I've fought monsters like this before, and he survived being mowed down by machine gun fire."

Bucky's face darkened. "Then why were you choking me just now?"

"I thought there was only one immortal monster, but I didn't expect to encounter one here..." Steve's face was grim. Hydra possessed the technology to grant soldiers Immortal Body, which was undoubtedly bad news for the Anglo-American coalition.

Bucky suddenly remembered something. "Steve, how did you defeat this monster last time?"

"He didn't do anything, he just suddenly died, like the power went out." Steve frowned. The Immortal Body was taken away by the army, and he wondered if they had made any progress in their research.

"You're so lucky..."

Just as Bucky was complaining, Jason suddenly trembled all over, his body stiffened and he collapsed, all life extinguished, dead beyond any doubt.

Steve shrugged. "You're right, I've always had good luck!"

The two sat down against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and laughed at each other. After Bucky regained some strength, Steve walked over to Jason's body to examine it.

"What are you doing?"

Steve ripped off Jason's shattered mask, his face twitching as he said, "His face is really ugly; it's probably a side effect of the experiment."

Bucky was equally disgusted, and seeing Steve begin examining the corpse's hands and feet, he said, "Wait, are you going to take this corpse back?"

Steve nodded vigorously. "That's right, this corpse is very important. It might hold the key to unlocking the secret of Hydra soldiers' Immortal Body. We must bring it back."

"Then you can carry it yourself. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares if I see it too much."

Bucky pursed his lips, walked to the metal door, and pushed it hard. It wouldn't open. He pushed it again, but it still wouldn't open. After three attempts, he fell silent.

"What's wrong, Bucky?"

"The door... was welded shut."

Steve: "..."

Steve possesses superhuman strength, but that doesn't mean he can punch open a heavy metal door. The two were discovered the following afternoon when the prisoners he rescued were passing by the base and released them.

Although the process was tortuous and the ending was not perfect, the fact that Steve successfully rescued 400 America soldiers is undeniable. He was summoned by the president to return to the America mainland, along with the soldiers he had rescued.

Steve is a man of immense determination. Because his parents died in the war, he yearns for peace and deeply abhors war. He doesn't care about personal honor, stands up the president, doesn't attend the medal ceremony, finds the rescued soldiers, forms the Howling Commandos, and requests to once again step onto the European battlefield to crush the evil rule of Hydra and the Nazis.

Because of Steve's outstanding performance, the military began to take the role of Super Soldier seriously on the battlefield and transferred the Howling Commandos to the European theater, with the assigned mission of destroying Hydra Base.