An hour ago, Hydra base, location is classified.

Dark red ripples spread like a tidal wave, violently hitting the white brick walls of the airtight rooms and the one-way glass. The super-tempered glass, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of a rocket, buzzed slightly under the violent impact, and even a shallow crack appeared.

A girl in white in the room was half-kneeling as if weak, her long red hair hanging down in a mess. She gasped violently and hard, blood oozed from her mouth and nose, and her face was as pale as a white printer paper.

Outside the room, the old man in a white lab coat lifted his glasses and carefully moved from the side of the operating table to his unsmiling boss. Baron Wolfgang von Straker stood with his waist straight, staring at the girl who was slumped behind the one-way glass with a grim expression, his face full of displeasure.

"Failed?" He squinted his eyes at the old man in charge.

"No, you can't quite say that, sir." The old man frowned, "But things do ...... A bit unexpected. ”

"How?"

"We were hoping to amplify the sensing abilities she had previously displayed and use them to lock down the position of the 'Black Knight'." The old man looked at the girl behind the glass, who was trying to curl up as if trying to keep warm, "but as a result, her abilities seem to have some kind of induction with the other party." ”

Straker looked at him coldly.

"Induction?"

"Yes." "I think we have reason to believe that the other person may be a superpower of a similar category to hers, and there is some kind of resonance between their similar abilities. But at least from the performance point of view, the other party's ability to control her own ability seems to be much stronger than hers. So they only made contact for a moment, and the other party blocked her out. It's a pity, if it takes a little longer, we might be able to get each other's identities......"

"Mean, we didn't get anything in the end?" Straker asked coldly.

"No, that's not what it meant." The old man hurriedly said, "Although we are still a little short of the other party's true identity, we have at least succeeded in getting his current location!" If you do it as soon as possible......"

Straker snorted, and took one last look at the girl in the isolation cell.

"Put her back in her cell. Tomorrow I will start to increase the dosage and training intensity, and I need her to speed up. ”

Straker said, turning and walking out, and said to the deputy who was following him, "Inform Pierce and tell him what we know." He took over later. ”

"Yes, sir."

***

An hour later, now.

The ballroom venue is located on the top floor of the building directly opposite.

The door to the stairwell was kicked open from the inside, and the muscular man slumped up to the roof. He wears a black tactical vest, a mask, and a large black bag on his right shoulder. His left arm is a silvery-white metal electronic prosthetic with red stars painted on his shoulder.

The Winter Soldier, one of Hydra's aces, a super soldier, a brainwashed top killer, and an assassination weapon managed by Alexander Pierce.

He crouched down on the edge of the rooftop and lowered the bag on his shoulders. He took out a launcher, a firing machine, an infrared night vision sighting kit, and an 84mm rocket warhead from his bag, and skillfully assembled a tube of bazooka with a dark appearance.

He half-crouched on the edge of the rooftop, slung the canister over his shoulder, and locked onto the ballroom across the road. He held his breath like a hunter hiding in the bushes, his fingers gripping the trigger.

However, after waiting for a few breaths, the command came from the headset he was wearing in his right ear.

"Plans have changed." The commander on the other end of the headset ordered, "Whoever the target is, he's confirmed to have disappeared from there." The mission is canceled and the retreat is immediately. ”

Without any doubt, the Winter Soldier, having received the order, released the trigger without saying a word and began to disassemble the bazooka in preparation for retreat.

He is a sharp blade, a top-secret weapon for precision assassination. Weapons, on the other hand, don't need to ask questions.

"Where are you in a hurry?"

The mechanical bass comes from directly behind. The Winter Soldier didn't hesitate for a moment, he turned around without any delay, and the Colt M1911A1-style automatic pistol flashed in his palm as if by magic.

The trigger was pulled and the shots rang out. The 11.43mm bullet pushed the chamber out of the chamber with a hideous firelight, locking directly onto the head of the person behind him.

With a velocity of about 246 meters per second and only five paces apart, the bullet was able to hit its target long before the human reflex nerve had time to respond...... That's how it should be. However, the bullet hovered extremely strangely less than half a centimeter in front of the opponent, as if someone had pressed the pause button to stop it at this frame.

Only then did the Winter Soldier see the appearance of his opponent behind him—a black suit of modern industrial-style armor with white stripes on his limbs and chest. The pistol bullet he fired stopped in front of the V-shaped eyepiece of the opponent's helmet as if it had been hit, and he refused to move forward.

Winter Soldier, Hydra has finally played this hole card. However, Michael still hadn't figured out how they knew who the Winter Soldier was going to kill, and he was fairly confident that all of his actions so far had gone wrong.

But it doesn't matter, he'll figure it out soon.

Michael moved his fingers and made a gesture like "go", and the hovering bullet seemed to regain momentum in an instant—only in the opposite direction. The Winter Soldier instinctively misturned, and the sphirling bullet flew past him along the way it came.

The Winter Soldier is just a puppet, and even if he is caught, it is impossible to ask for any useful information. Michael knew this very well, so he didn't mean to waste time with him at all.

He raised his palms, and two pulse cannons flew at the Winter Soldier in quick succession. The Winter Soldier quickly dodged, and stepped forward, raising his right hand and raising his palm to reveal an extra saber. His body rose vertically, and the silver sword light slashed off his head.

Michael dodged, and with a flip of his left palm, he shot out again. The Winter Soldier tilted his head to avoid it, and the tip of his slashing blade slashed at the joint of his armoured shoulders. Michael reached out to grab it, and saw that his five fingers were less than half a meter away from the blade, but the opponent's move suddenly changed, and he cut a strange arc towards the weakly protected joint of his neck.

It should be said that it is worthy of the trump card of Hydra, and the Winter Soldier is really impeccable as a super killer. Both the sense of battle and the subtlety of his moves are impeccable, and his strong combat qualities have been vividly demonstrated in these few rounds alone.

Unfortunately, the opponent he's up against isn't exactly a fighter.

The cold light of the sword was frozen when it swung only a millimeter from the armor around Michael's neck, and the sparkling magical chains seemed to shoot out of the void, grabbing the Winter Soldier's wrist unreasonably as he swung his blade halfway through. The Winter Soldier's overbearing arm strength was strangled alive, and not even an inch could be advanced.

But he reacted very quickly, and in an instant he changed his tactics again. He let go of his right hand and let the saber fall freely, and the electromechanical left hand caught it below. He reversed the handle of the knife and held the saber in his back, the blade of which was sliced out again with the power boost of the mechanical arm.

Michael raised his palm, and the Winter Soldier's move changed again, and then stabbed him straight into the eyepiece. He pushed it away with his backhand, grabbed it with the momentum, and grabbed the opponent's wrist along the way. The Winter Soldier exerted his force violently, the mechanical arm humming slightly, and the arm strength that burst out exploded geometrically, but no matter how much he exerted, he couldn't break free from Michael's iron pincer-like palm.

Michael grabbed the Winter Soldier's arm with his left hand, and his right fist slammed out from under his armpit, and the cold metal punch slammed into his jaw, sending the super soldier unconscious. Michael followed suit, raising his palm with his five fingers open and pointing at the opponent's abdomen, and the pulse cannon fired at low power and zero distance. The Winter Soldier staggered back in a groggy state, and after a cold shot, he rose into the air like a broken kite, and fell from the roof.