Howling Commandos

Seeing Alex run out with a woman on his back, Bucky knocked away a charging ** with the butt of his rifle and asked in surprise, "Alex, who is she?"

"No idea. I rescued her from an isolation ward." Alex adjusted the woman on his back and sighed. "But she's pretty heavy."

"She's Natasha Romanoff, a Soviet Union spy!" The one-eyed Black man cradled an energy gun developed by Hydra in both hands and slowly walked over, firing as he went and destroying more than a dozen tanks.

"Black Widow?!" Alex turned to look at the woman's face over his shoulder, utterly incredulous.

The one-eyed Black man fired another shot that destroyed the base's outer wall. He chuckled and turned to Alex. "So you know her too? Let me introduce myself. Nick Fury."

"Nick Fury?!" Alex froze again. He had never expected that a simple rescue mission would save two future giants: Black Widow Natasha and S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.

Just as Alex was at a loss for words, a tank rumbled over. Steve poked his head out from inside. "Hey, guys, get on! Let's kill our way out together!"

With more than a dozen tanks clearing the way, the group quickly fought their way out of the Hydra base.

But a huge group of ** pursued them closely from behind, while ** who had rushed over after hearing the news blocked the road ahead. Thirty kilometers was not so easy to cross. Energy guns and energy tanks did not need ammunition, but one shell could kill a person and disable a tank.

Reality was never like the movies. Seeing that they were about to be caught in a pincer attack, Alex made a swift decision. He would lead the way up front. "Steve, take the others and hold off the rear. I'm going ahead."

"I'm going with you!" A short white man stepped forward.

Alex looked at the short white man and could not help thinking of Steve before the experiment. They had been about the same height. But the short white man before him was much more heavily built, comparable even to Steve now.

With that thought, Alex held out his hand and introduced himself with a smile. "Alex. Welcome aboard."

The short white man somehow produced a cigar, clamped it between his teeth, and wore a carefree expression. "Logan."

Logan?! Alex eyed the short white man skeptically. Hearing that name reminded him of a famous figure from Marvel. But this short white man was rather different from the Wolverine he remembered, especially in height.

"Let's go. What are you waiting for?" After waiting for a while, Logan turned toward Alex irritably.

Alex instantly snapped out of it, nodded, and said in a low voice, "Let's go. We're leaving now."

As he spoke, Alex grabbed Logan with one hand and vanished from the tank through Teleportation. When they reappeared, they were already in the middle of the ** force directly ahead.

The moment Alex appeared, he ignored Logan and pounced into the stunned ** like a tiger descending the mountain. ** kept falling beneath his fists and feet.

Logan quickly recovered, muttered a curse, and let out a fierce roar. Three sharp Bone Claws extended from the back of each hand, frightening all the ** once again.

Alex happened to turn around and see Logan's Bone Claws. He could not help blurting out, "He really is fucking Wolverine!" After a brief pause, he added, "Well, Wolverine without Adamantium Claws."

Wolverine Logan's killing speed was clearly much faster than Alex's. Alex fought entirely on instinct, relying mainly on the powerful body granted by the Super Soldier Serum and Teleportation. Logan was different. Having endured the battlefield, he had naturally mastered the deadliest techniques of Battlefield Combat. Combined with his Bone Claws and extraordinary healing ability, he truly killed one when one came and killed a pair when two came.

After witnessing Logan's formidable combat ability, Alex's heart stirred. He began deliberately, yet subtly, following Logan's movements and learning his Battlefield Combat techniques. At the same time, whenever the two made contact, Alex copied Logan's healing ability.

With his extraordinary healing ability, Alex no longer held back. Unafraid of injury, he fought with everything he had. Alex like this was terrifying, even more feral than Wolverine.

In only a short while, the ** force blocking their path was completely scattered. A small number fled in panic into the surrounding woods and never dared show themselves again.

After the battle ended, Alex and Logan returned to the tank to rest for the moment. Steve and Bucky had also driven back the pursuing enemies behind them.

Watching Logan leisurely smoke his cigar across from him, Alex hesitated for a moment before inviting him. "Logan, I'd like to invite you to join our strike team."

Logan took the cigar from his mouth, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and looked at Alex in surprise. "A strike team?"

"That's right, us!" Alex pointed at Steve and Bucky, introducing them one by one. "Steve, Bucky, and me. There are also two logistics personnel. We mainly fight Hydra, though of course we won't let Little Mustache off the hook either."

"Mind if I join?" One-eyed Nick Fury suddenly leaned over, his single eye fixed on Alex with anticipation.

Alex turned to Nick Fury, nodded, and said happily, "Of course you're welcome. We welcome anyone willing to fight alongside us."

Logan looked at Alex, then at Steve. Taking a deep drag from his cigar, he nodded. "I don't care. Fighting is fighting, wherever I go."

Having recruited both one-eyed Nick Fury and Wolverine Logan, Alex was thrilled. The strike team had finally taken shape. Now, the only thing left was to give it a resounding name.

"To be honest, our strike team was only established recently and doesn't have a name yet." Alex looked at Logan and Nick Fury and smiled awkwardly. "Now that everyone is part of the team, what name do you think would be good?"

Everyone looked at one another. After a moment, Nick Fury widened his lone eye, slapped his thigh, and shouted, "Howling Commandos! What do you think?"

No one nodded in agreement, but no one objected either. Alex took that as consent. "Then Howling Commandos it is. The name isn't important. What matters is what we do."

Alex's words earned unanimous agreement. Seeing that everyone was in high spirits, Alex spoke again. "As for the Captain of the strike team, I suggest Steve take the role. What do you all think?"

Steve was clearly stunned. Pointing at himself, he said in confusion, "Alex, you've done a great job. You should still be the Captain!" During this rescue operation, Alex had handled nearly all the command, and he had done it very well. Steve and Bucky both trusted him.

Alex shook his head repeatedly, pointed at his own head, and gave a bitter smile. "I'm not suited for it."

Seeing Alex's gesture, Steve and Bucky both froze. Only then did they remember Alex's Chinese heritage. It would severely restrict Alex's future development and might even affect the growth of the strike team.

Only then did Nick Fury notice Alex's black hair. Shaking his head, he cursed angrily, "Shit!"