Bang... bang...
Each blooming "flower of blood" marked an enemy's death, the final "words" they left in the world.
The enemy retaliated swiftly as well. A rocket shot toward him, white smoke trailing from its tail.
Boom!
Seven health points. I can handle that kind of blast.
He drank a Healing Potion to restore his health.
Bang...
Yang Bo pulled the trigger again. Hearing the gunfire continue, the enemy immediately stepped up their attack, sending seven or eight rockets flying toward his position.
Fuck!
Seeing trouble coming, Yang Bo immediately ducked underground and sealed the opening above his head. A series of explosions followed overhead, blasting open the hole he had plugged with cobblestone.
With his health nearly depleted, Yang Bo remained calm. He took out a Healing Potion II and poured it into his mouth, then pulled out a piece of cooked meat and began eating.
They want to take me alive...
That much was obvious. They were testing how much punishment he could take. Otherwise, they could simply carpet the place with missiles. Not only the company's security guards, but even the researchers hiding in the workshop would have been killed.
Not taking the offensive has made Hydra think I'm a pushover. After today, it looks like I'll have to have a proper talk with Pierce!
A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Bo's eyes. He had never provoked Hydra. There was only one thing that could have drawn their attention: he had told S.H.I.E.L.D. about Captain America.
He had no idea why Hydra was so interested in him. Could it be because of Zola's miraculous algorithm?
After thinking it over, he began digging underground toward the area outside the workshop.
Brock Rumlow tossed away the rocket launcher in his hands and pressed the button on his earpiece with