Captain America With Many Question Marks

Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!

The submachine gun fired fiercely, its bullets, carrying potent kinetic energy, striking Luke's Kryptonian Battle Suit as if hitting an impenetrable wall of steel.

"Can you not shoot at my head!"

Luke's mouth twitched. The brass bullets hitting his chest caused no more than a slight, unnoticeable sensation.

But hitting his face? That stung a little.

He was still a considerable distance from being able to tank bullets, missiles, or even nuclear bombs with his face without taking damage!

Luke's eyes sharpened, the trajectory of the bullets seeming to slow down considerably.

He extended two fingers, pinched a dented brass bullet, and flicked it away!

With a whoosh, a Hydra soldier charging at him fell to the ground!

Wearing a steel helmet, a fatal wound the size of a soybean appeared, with blood bubbling out like foam.

"This precision is at least an A—if you consider Superman a Stand User."

Luke dismissed his idle thoughts and continued his rampage.

He was like a high-speed, mobile humanoid tank. Any Hydra soldier foolish enough to get in his way was instantly killed with a single punch.

As the commotion grew, more guards swarmed in, including many Hydra soldiers equipped with energy weapons.

Amidst the barrage of gunfire and artillery, an energy cannon blast hit Luke squarely in the chest.

With a boom, he was sent flying backward like a cannonball!

Clang!

Like a heavy hammer striking an anvil, a dull sound vibrated in his eardrums.

"I hit him!"

The Hydra soldier yelled excitedly.

His ecstatic expression was like that of a player scoring the winning goal in the World Cup finals!

"Wait... that guy! He's not dead!"

The joy of victory didn't last long before an incredulous shout came from another Hydra soldier.

The energy firearms they used were incredibly lethal!

A single hit would obliterate the flesh of an ordinary person, turning them to ash!

But—

That terrifying invader seemed to be perfectly fine!

"Hiss— It didn't hurt as much as I thought! It was about the same as taking a sledgehammer blow worth eighty grand."

Luke crashed into a massive tank behind him, the thick, solid steel exterior deforming into a clear humanoid silhouette.

He pushed himself up with his hands, shook his head, and charged forward.

Bang!

The air exploded!

Luke instantly closed in on the Hydra soldier who had hit him, placing his palm on the soldier's chest and giving a gentle push.

He left a trail of afterimages, bouncing off the solid ground a few times like a skipping stone.

Then, with a splat, his flesh and blood were embedded into the sturdy wall.

Like a squashed tomato, the fluids splattered everywhere!

The soldier's internal organs smeared across the brick wall, resembling a vibrant abstract painting!

"We're even."

Luke shrugged and turned to look at the other Hydra soldiers.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Moments later, the intense battlefield fell silent.

Thanks to the nanomaterial battle suit produced on Krypton, Luke could withstand several energy cannon blasts head-on; it wasn't a big deal.

At most, it was a little painful.

However, the communicator in his chest pocket seemed to be broken.

The longer he wore the Superman Template, the more Luke understood why Clark Kent, who was filming in the next scene, was often considered to have zero evasion.

Because anyone with such an indestructible, steel-like body and astonishing healing abilities would get used to moving in straight lines—instead of wasting time dodging attacks, they'd rather charge in and finish enemies off with a flurry of blows.

Over time, evasion became an optional word in Superman's dictionary.

"I wonder how Rogers is doing?"

After spending a few minutes clearing out the guards around the base, Luke strode towards the factory.

He hoped Red Skull was still in the command center.

He was very interested in the Tesseract.

Since the energy rays emitted by stars could be a catalyst for Superman's strengthening, there was no reason why other powerful energy sources couldn't be.

It wouldn't hurt to try anyway.

After all, Thanos couldn't possibly cross timelines to beat me up, right?

Even if he did come, I might not necessarily lose to him!

Luke had these thoughts flash through his mind.

"Luke!"

As soon as he walked into the munitions factory, Luke saw Rogers leading a group of captured soldiers over.

With him acting as a distraction for the invaders, Captain America had encountered no resistance on his way to completing the rescue mission.

"Did you find Bucky?"

Luke scanned the group but didn't see the future Winter Soldier among them.

"No! They told me Bucky was taken to an isolation ward for human experimentation, but I didn't see him there!"

Rogers looked anxious, worried that Bucky might have been taken by Hydra for some cruel and inhumane experiment.

Or worse, he might have unfortunately become material for a failed experiment and been destroyed.

Rogers, stationed in the rear, often heard from soldiers about the Nazis' inhumane and cruel atrocities.

"Steve, you take these people and arm yourselves first, then break out of Hydra's base. I'll continue looking for Bucky—don't worry! He'll be fine!"

Luke said to comfort him.

Logically speaking, even if Red Skull escaped, he wouldn't take Bucky with him.

Compared to Dr. Zola or important documents, an Allied captive was worthless.

Thump thump thump!

Before Luke could finish speaking, a tremor that felt like the earth was shaking reached them.

The captured soldiers, huddled together, showed fear in their eyes.

Someone frantically shouted, "Quick, run! The monsters are coming!"

Before they could lose their fighting spirit and scatter, four burly figures, each over two meters tall, filled everyone's vision.

"What is this?"

Luke turned his head, looking confused.

The four burly figures strode forward, making an astonishing commotion like mammoths.

These individuals' physiques had expanded like water-filled balloons to over two meters tall, resembling small giants.

They wore German uniforms, with black leather suits clinging tightly to their bodies, and prominent Hydra armbands on their right arms.

Their faces were withered, like dry trees lacking moisture, pale and terrifying, even emitting a rotting smell.

Roars like those of wild beasts emanated from their throats, sending chills down one's spine and making their hair stand on end.

These were not human at all!

"Hydra's enhanced warriors..."

A captured soldier trembled as he answered.

Luke narrowed his eyes. He remembered the enhanced warriors he had dealt with in Rome last time; at least they had the capacity for thought.

They would only enter a berserk state when stimulated by bloody scenes, becoming emotionless killing machines that felt no pain!

But these things in front of him looked like zombies!

Hydra really had a lot of black technology!

"I have a feeling the timeline has subtly changed,"

Luke muttered to himself, taking a few steps forward and clenching his fist.

The enhanced warriors, exuding a powerful oppressive aura, roared like beasts and lunged at him.

Their speed was incredible!

Like afterimages!

In the blink of an eye, they were close to Luke!

Rogers, as a Super Soldier, was the first to react, charging forward with his pitifully thin Stars and Stripes shield.

It had to be said that Captain America was truly fond of shields as a weapon.

CRACK!

As Rogers tried to help Luke and share the pressure, the moment he braced himself with the Stars and Stripes shield, it was split open by an enhanced warrior's single-handed strike.

That withered, dry right arm, like dead wood, felt as if cast from steel, driving with heavy force towards his throat.

Even without self-awareness, their combat instincts, honed through countless battles and tempered by the fires of war, allowed these enhanced warriors to maintain astonishing combat effectiveness.

Riiiiip!

A grating sound!

Luke tore off the enhanced warrior's arm!

The shriveled, taut muscle didn't spray much blood!

"Let me handle this," Luke said, his voice low.

He slammed his shoulder, knocking the close-pressing enhanced warrior away.

His clenched fist swung out fiercely, the air churning and emitting a sharp hiss.

The heavy force, like a cannonball, slammed into the enhanced warrior's hardened body.

A horrifyingly gaping hole was blasted open where its heart should have been.

Facing another enhanced warrior lunging at him, Luke raised a hand and pressed down on its head, his immense strength trapping the beast-like creature firmly within his grip.

A knee strike followed, slamming it to the ground!

Then, he stomped down heavily with his foot!

Bang!

The head exploded like a watermelon, splattering a bloody, viscous mixture of red and white everywhere.

The captured soldiers standing behind were stunned!

They widened their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things correctly.

"Is he that Superman from the Allies? I saw him in the papers!"

Finally, someone recognized Luke.

"Then this guy... he said he was Captain America just now."

Someone else looked at the equally tall Rogers, asking in confusion, "I remember you're also a Super Soldier, why aren't you fighting?"

With his shield shattered, Captain America, empty-handed, didn't know how to answer.

"Am I really a Super Soldier too?"

Gazing at the terrifyingly powerful Luke, a string of question marks popped into Rogers' mind.