A comic book about Apostle Awakening

December 1941, Drochburg, Germany, Hydra research base

The terrifying and urgent siren penetrated every stone wall of this ancient castle. It was not an enemy invasion or an air raid. Every soldier was trembling because Schmidt was furious. Abraham E., the maker of the super soldier serum, Dr. Skin disappeared, taking with him mountains of research data. The fire engulfed the entire laboratory, costing the lives of more than a dozen Hydra soldiers, but not even a bottle of serum could be saved.

Schmidt looked at the smoke-filled fire scene. The night before yesterday, he asked Erskine to inject him with the serum. The six super soldiers completed the task very well, and in the subsequent test, even though they were beaten into sieves by bullets, the super soldiers They were still able to recover, which in Schmidt's eyes represented success. He couldn't wait to ask for the serum injection, and Erskine did it. But what he didn't expect was that side effects also occurred. That night he stood in front of the mirror. , the terrifying red color occupied his face, "Red Skull," he said silently. Erskine had previously warned that the serum might be repulsive to certain genes, causing immeasurable side effects, but Schmidt didn't think so. He felt This is the power of God, and God does not need human nature. He is the most successful work without human appearance.

The security officer of the laboratory was escorted in front of Schmidt. This unlucky guy had a gray face, half of his hair was burned by the fire, the upper eyelid of his left eye was pierced by broken glass, and the lower eyelid melted due to the high temperature and stuck together, and his entire face It's like a lump of wax that has just solidified.

"Stupid, incompetent, a bunch of losers." Schmidt tore off his human skin mask and said angrily, "An old man who is almost sixty years old, you not only let him run away but also burned down the entire laboratory. How can forty people keep it?" Don’t you live in a place with less than 200 square meters?”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Schmidt, I can understand..."

Schmidt didn't listen to his explanation at all, turned around, called another officer, and ordered, "I don't care what you do, find Dr. Erskine, otherwise you and your team will collectively commit suicide by drowning in the Rhine River." .”

"Yes"

The officer trotted away. Schmidt nodded behind him. Forty gunshots and forty rounds of bullets exploded the heads of the security team members at the same time. Schmidt twisted his neck and left Fort Drucher with Dr. Zola. .

On the military vehicle, Schmidt held the telegram in his hand. This was the order sent by Hitler this morning. The general meaning was to change the base of Hydra and move it from Fort Drucher to a secret base inside the Alps. Although It seemed like a gift, but Schmidt understood that Hydra had not manufactured weapons for Hitler for almost a year. The transfer from the castle to the mountains was actually a disguised exile, but Schmidt didn't care. The leading team had already determined As for the location of Odin's treasure, as long as his army arrives in Tonsberg, Norway, the legendary Cosmic Cube will be in his possession. By then, he will not need the support of the Nazi Party if he possesses the power of the Hydra.

"Dr. Zola," Schmidt said suddenly and sinisterly, "next we will overturn the world."

.........

The seawater lapped at the dark brown rocks at night, and a black off-road vehicle was racing on the road on the edge of Hamburg. Dr. Erskine was sitting in the back seat with his head against the glass. The shaking window did not affect the thinking of this talented scientist in the slightest. On the contrary, It made him gradually wake up from the crisis of life and death. Five hours ago, they bypassed the city and drove straight into the suburbs of Hamburg. They experienced three pursuits along the way. There were at least twenty bullet holes in the back door of the car alone.

"Thank you, Agent Costa, Agent Mike," Dr. Erskine said. "I really can't imagine the consequences of staying with Hydra. I might destroy the world with my own hands."

"Yes, but this is what our SSR wants to prevent. Our organization is responsible for saving the world." Costa joked, but in the dark he took a deep look at Mike next to him. Both of them knew the facts. The truth is that the so-called Costa and Mike are just their disguised identities, and the real Mike has long been wiped out by them with a knife on his neck, tied with a stone, and sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Raindrops hit the windshield drop by drop, and yellow street lights lit up the city in the rainy night. "There is the port ahead, Doctor. The person who will respond to us is right there. There is a submarine waiting for us. You can step on it in five days." To the land of New York.”

"That's great, thank you very much." The doctor thanked him again.

While talking, the off-road vehicle drove to the outskirts of the port. Costa parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine. He looked around carefully just in case. They did not turn on the lights along the way. It was basically impossible for Hydra to track them. of.

"No problem, let's go, doctor." The two agents opened the car door at the same time and used their bodies to cover the doctor getting out of the car. The three of them bowed and slipped into the harbor.

Thousand-ton containers moved forward with people placed close to the port. Their huge shadows provided good protection for the three people. Close to the coast, Costa turned on the radio and used a coded signal to notify the submarine on the bottom of the sea, "Puffin, The fish has been caught.”

And just then

"boom"

There was a huge explosion in the air. A second before the sound arrived, a bullet with huge kinetic energy penetrated Costa's chest. Mike was shocked. He was very familiar with this sound. It was Jiutou. Snake's standard sniper rifle, "Impossible, how could they organize and help us clear out the pursuers?"

When Mike was puzzled, a man at the harbor gate shouted, "Long live Hydra"

"No, no, no, this is not Hydra's style. No one would be stupid enough to shout slogans from such a distance. Damn it, we were betrayed."

Mike was struggling on the side, but Dr. Erskine didn't think much at all. He lay on the ground holding his head, and accidentally glanced at the churning sea water. "Submarine, the submarine is coming," he shouted to Mike.

The slender black body, with the crystal clear water reflecting the faint street lights, was a submarine provided by Essex for the SSR. When the internal staff saw the situation on the shore, they quickly opened the top hatch. Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly jumped into the passage, and I don't know if it was the blessing of the goddess of luck, but a few bullets just missed his head and flew past, and none of them hit him.

Mike gasped for breath, glanced at the rain of bullets behind him, jumped up from the shore, and another gunshot was heard in mid-air, and Mike suddenly hit the deck of the submarine like a puppet out of line.

"No, Mike" Erskine's eyes were about to burst, but unfortunately the hatch had been closed to avoid the danger. As the submarine dived, Mike's body floated on the sea with the waves.

After a while, when the submarine completely left, a team walked to the shore and retrieved Mike's body. The sniper stepped forward, and the streetlight illuminated his face clearly. It was the officer Schmidt sent to hunt down. At this time, he pressed the radio of the earphone and said inside, "Everything is cleared, ma'am, what are the next instructions?"

"Go back to England. You probably won't be able to stay with Schmidt any longer."

"learn."