[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

Husband, find something to gag his mouth so that he doesn't have the chance to commit suicide.I guarantee Colonel Phillips has a laundry list of questions for him. "

"no problem."

I heard Steve gasping behind his back, when I just removed the killer's arm, a ball of smelly socks was stuffed into his mouth, Mr. Killer's eyes widened and he whined angrily.

Steve held up the high-end leather shoes with an innocent face, and seemed to be hesitating whether to put the shoes back on the bare foot without a sock.

"Okay, I'm going back, I'll get it for you." Pushing the killer who had almost no resistance to Steve, I shook hands to remove the cable arrow on the car door first, and then I went to remove the dead man on the ground. The little cucumber was picked up.

Steve put his hands under the killer's armpit and dragged him away, apologizing to the terrified crowd as he walked.

"Good frisbee throw." I patted Steve on the chest (really strong!) and I complimented him sincerely.

If Steve didn't throw the car door hard enough, I wouldn't be able to get enough force to knock someone over with just two random swings.

"Thanks." Steve had a fugue look on his face, I guess he wasn't used to the fact that he was able to run for such a long distance and only be slightly panting, instead of lying on the ground waiting to be taken to the hospital.

"Who the hell are you, Enzo?" Then he asked, turning his head and blinking.

"Good question." I smoothed the little cucumber's hair, put it back on the top of my head, and confirmed that its little claws had tightened my hair, "I'm an assassin──I'm on my way to the hero. Would you like to join me? Brotherhood? Don’t miss this opportunity.”

"what?"

...Forget it, I didn't say anything.

Job Change No.15 Steps

Colonel Philip took away the prisoner we captured with a bad face, and Stark then salvaged a personal submarine from that pier. It seems that this is why he fled to the pier.

There is no tube left of the serum developed by Dr. Erskine. The 7 tubes originally prepared for the experiment were the final product, 6 tubes were used on Steve, and 1 tube was supposed to be handed over to the country for mass production. Now The last tube of serum was also destroyed because of the killer.

I was already mentally prepared that a group of soldiers would break into my dormitory and take me away, and I was going to drain my blood for serum, but nothing happened.

A few nurses came and took a few tubes of blood from Steve, saying it was to be used to reverse the serum.The British agent Niu Carter said with regret that without the doctor, it may take decades to solve the mystery of the serum.

During the process, I was like a little transparent, no one paid special attention to me.

There is only one possibility to explain this situation: the doctor has never suggested to anyone that one of the raw materials of the serum is my blood.

"Damn!" I now feel that stabbing Schmidt is not enough, the entire Hydra department should be burned!

Anyway, they are not a decent organization, they are all lackeys of the Templars.It is said that even Stark, the best talented engineer in the United States, could not research the function of that submarine, and I remember that Schmidt's base weapon department did not have this design at all 5 years ago.

It is not impossible to create a technology that surpasses the world directly from scratch in 5 years, but it requires a huge amount of money and talents to provide it.Stark himself is a rich man, so he can afford expensive experiments like flying cars.

The last thing the Templars lacked was money.

Apparently, Hitler was a member of the Templars and received financial aid from the organization - to fund his weapons development division, Hydra - whose founder was himself a lunatic.

Maybe Schmidt, who developed these advanced weapons, is planning to become king in Europe!

On the other hand, here in the United States, the Congressmen who came late and had a stomach full didn't even know what Hydra was.After Agent Carter and Colonel Phillip finished the basic knowledge of Hydra, their faces turned pale, and they asked in the same daze as elementary school students: "Ah? Then what should we do?"

A few times I suspected that the colonel was going to slap me, but the colonel turned his back on the stupid congressmen, took out the president's order, and designated me, the British girl agent, and Stark to fly to London immediately to prepare Fight to the death with Hydra.

"What about me?" Steve questioned his mission after the colonel finished his order, "The serum worked! If you're going to deal with Hydra, I'm going to join!".

"You?" The colonel glanced at Steve, not hiding his disappointment at all—I don't know if it's because Steve was the only one left in the super soldier project, or for other reasons, "You are an experiment. I What is needed is an army, and you have only one man."

Steve looked at the colonel's back in astonishment, and both the British girl and Stark gave him sympathetic looks. I'm not sure what to say now. On the one hand, if Steve doesn't go to the battle, he will It's much safer, he will definitely not be bullied by bullies now, and I have fulfilled the agreement with Bucky.

But on the other hand, Steve is not a person who will give up easily. I always feel that even if I don't take him to play today, this guy will definitely find another way, and maybe he will get involved in a more dangerous way.

Didn't see how he joined the army!

"Sorry, bro."

"No need to apologize, this is out of your control." Steve squeezed out a wry smile, and fist bumped me, "Don't win the war until I get there."

***

We got on a plane that night and flew to London, where we joined other forces of the Allied Forces and boarded a warship to Europe.

I don't know exactly what Agent Carter's mission is. She seems to have high authority, but she has never directly commanded a battle. Even Colonel Philip, who always faces the world with the face of Hades, does not shy away from being in front of Agent Carter. Discuss military affairs.

Stark and I established a relationship that can barely be called a "friend" during the journey. He showed considerable interest in my Hidden Blade. After I explained to him that the most primitive Assassin's Hidden Blade needs to cut off the ring finger to Using it, Stark almost immediately guessed how the structure of the Hidden Blade triggered the mechanism.

"It's so beautiful!" Ever since the Hidden Blade was in Stark's hands, he has not let go of it. While dismantling my Hidden Blade into pieces, he pulled me to share his experience, "Have you seen this structure? ? Break it down to such a simple component as the core, the wisdom of the ancestors, this is..."

"Yeah yeah, but you're going to put it back on, aren't you?"

I kept a close eye on the disassembled parts, for fear that if I lost any of them, I would have to kneel on the battlefield if the Hidden Blade couldn't pop out.

"Oh, of course." Stark snorted and responded with an extremely perfunctory attitude. After sharing his experience, he entered a certain state of research madness. I have also seen it in Dr. Erskine.

This phenomenon includes the inability to hear, see, and feel what is happening outside; mumbling words or broken sentences that no one but oneself understands; alternating between irritable and cheerful emotions, and switching between them There is no logical connection.

I hope I still see the Hidden Blade one day.

Of course, it would be even better if it evolved into an integrated version of the energy burst and thundering sword cannon!

Agent Stark and Agent Carter and I parted ways when we arrived in Italy. I received an order to go to the front line of the battle with the troops on this ship. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or an intentional arrangement. I was assigned to step 107. Corps──I guess it's a coincidence, everyone else who was not selected to participate in the experiment after the SSR's training that week was basically assigned to the 107th regiment, I just because of Dr. Erskine's presence so... All in all, this should It's back to the team.

I don't know if Bucky has received the letter I wrote to him before, but I haven't received a reply. I don't know if the letter has not been delivered or Bucky is too busy to write a reply.

I have been studying the Hidden Blade that Stark changed to me along the way. At first glance, it is no different from the original Hidden Blade, but when I put it on my hand, I will find that the feel of the sword is much smoother, and the part of the steel cable is launched. The momentum of the arrow has also become stronger, which means that I can directly eject the cable arrow at a farther target, but I have to find the feeling again at this distance.

"Sure enough, an assassin cannot do without his Da Vinci." I feel more and more that this is the truth of the world.

When I arrived at the Allied camp, I hadn't figured out the southeast, northwest, and was yelled to go out with the others. Hydra sent a guerrilla team to attack.

"Isn't there only one team?" I looked at the mobilized camp and couldn't react. What's wrong?

"A squad? New here." A soldier checking his boots and helmet looked up at me with a smile that was a mixture of sympathy and schadenfreude. "You'll see why in a second."

Seeing a person being "poof" vaporized under the attack of Hydra's weapon, not even the ashes and dog tags are left, I think I understand why all the staff have to use the crowd tactics to fight against a small team.

This is simply a battle of corpses!

Wait, Bucky, who never replied to my letter...in this battlefield of corpses...

"Go to hell Hydra!" I just dropped my allotted gun, rushed out and jumped up directly on the back and shoulders of the guy closest to me, fired the steel cable and pumped myself into the tree, directly from the air Stab at the Hydra underneath, "Give me back Bucky