Luke. Cage, Kim didn't take away this subordinate who had just done a miracle. He let out another inhuman roar and lowered his head towards the nearest Hydra agent.

Several bullets slammed into his body, but he was still powerless to bounce off again. He rushed out of ten meters in just five steps and came to the agent he was targeting. He raised his iron fist and slammed it into the head. Judging by his previous performance, as long as this punch hits, the Hydra agent may not even have any residue left in his head.

"Get out of the way, you idiot!"

Rumlow pulled his teammate away at the last minute, and the punch sent him with palpitations. However, the gun in his hand did not hesitate in the slightest, and headed towards Luke in front of him. Cage poured out the remaining bullets from the magazine.

The rifle bullets fired at zero range all hit Luke's chest and head. This time, the attack seems to have done something. Although they still failed to penetrate each other's skin, the man made of steel snorted, and Ming Qian felt pain. His head shook, and his whole body couldn't help but take two steps back.

And before Rumlow could show his joy, Luke. Cage had recovered from the blow and swung another punch at him. Rumlow dodged sideways, and the blow was followed by a punch to the face. The straight punch, which was enough to kill an adult, did not cause any damage to Luke, but Rumlow's own fingers began to ache faintly.

The rest of his teammates also started firing at Luke, trying to push him back. However, Luke seemed to be eyeing Rumlow, ignoring the other people's attacks and directly punching him again. Rumlow bent down in embarrassment to dodge the blow, only to find that the opponent's unstoppable next punch was already impossible to dodge, so he could only grab the weapon in his hand to block the blow.

The steel and plastic rifle shattered to pieces under the punch, and Rumlow took a step back. But Luke pounced like a mad beast, trying to grab the loach-like foe in front of him.

Rumlow, on the other hand, found himself in a very bad situation. Although the enemy in front of him seemed to only have some crude martial arts, the absolute difference in physical fitness made him feel a sense of hopelessness.

After losing his rifle, he had lost any chance to hurt the opponent, and even the full slash of his tactical dagger could only leave a shallow mark on the opponent's skin that was barely visible. And as long as any of the opponent's blows hit him, I'm afraid it will be either dead or maimed.

After all, there was a limit to dodging, and after ten seconds of support, Luke's fist finally smashed firmly into Rumlow's body. At the last moment, he held his left arm to his chest, but his eyes were still black from the blow, and a fishy smell rushed up his throat. His left arm collapsed limply after a clear cracking sound, and the bones inside had been cracked into countless pieces.

Rumlow, who had been knocked straight into the air, rolled twice on the ground before struggling to get up. Looking at his left arm, which had been destroyed, his heart seemed to be crushed by a rock. I'm afraid that Hydra can't completely heal this level of injury, and the dark wounds left in the future are enough to make him unable to make progress in this life.

And Luke, who has lost Rumlow's containment, once again shows his amazing lethality. After fending off dozens of bullets, he once again rushed to the side of the other agent, and with a clear lack of melee ability as Rumlow, he was punched in the head by Luke after less than five moves.

This is enough to fight against a company of elite agents of the regular army in special terrain, and it seems that it will be completely crushed by one person. Rumlow still has trouble accepting this absurd truth. He reluctantly took out his spare pistol, but he knew very well in his heart that the firepower of this thing could only scratch the itch against this monster.

Who would have thought that a mission against a gang boss would end up like this.

Look at Luke who has turned his attention to himself again. Cage, Rumlow clenched the handle of the gun in his hand. And just then, he seemed to hear an unusual voice.

And the next moment, a pitch-black motorcycle came out of the air and hit Luke directly. Even his brute strength could not resist the steel mount, which was speeding at a speed of more than 90 kilometers, and he was suddenly knocked to the ground. At the same time, the rider of the car jumped out of the car and raised his pistol in mid-air.

The unowned motorcycle ran over Luke's legs and chest, and just then, the rider who hadn't hit the ground pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Deafening gunshots. The characteristic armor-piercing incendiary grenade flew out of the chamber of the gun and sank directly into the motorcycle's fuel tank. After a brief delay, the fuel tank burst open and turned into a tank that turned into a tank of Luke. Cage surrounded by a fireball in it. On the other side, the rider landed easily, his heavy metal arm cracking through the concrete road.

Luke, who was buried under the wreckage of the motorcycle, which was still burning, was temporarily silent. But anyone who has seen what he has just shown knows that this is only a temporary situation.

"A new order has come down. Group B No. 2 and No. 5, you move on first, keeping an eye on where the target is going. I'll follow later. Barnes glanced back before speaking slowly. Hearing this, Rumlow's face instantly turned ugly.

"Then I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Barnes. "You stay here with the rest and help the personnel who will arrive later to clean up the scene, and don't leave any horses behind." Barnes's words hit Rumlow's heart like a hammer, and the injuries on his hands were less painful than those on his hands.

"Whose order is it? Who gave you the right? Why didn't I receive this message? A barrage of questions jumped out of Rumlow's mouth, but he knew deep down that Barnes didn't have to lie to him about it. It can even be said that whether this killing machine knows the concept of lying is a question.

"Sir, do you have any other questions?" Barnes glanced at him, and Rumlow, who had already received multiple blows, subconsciously took a step back. He took two deep breaths before reluctantly speaking again.

"I understand... Be careful! Before he could finish speaking, Rumlow's pupils narrowed, and he shouted a warning to the person in front of him. Luke, who just fell to the ground. Cage had already stood up by this time, and threw the wreckage of the motorcycle that was still pressed against him at the two who were talking.

And Barnes didn't panic in the slightest. With the hum of the machine, his metal left arm directly caught the burning wreckage, which contained nearly three hundred kilograms, and his entire body continued to retreat under this huge inertia, and the boots made of special materials also grinded a trace of burnt smell on the rough concrete floor.

When the force of the throw had been neutralized by most of it, Barnes's eyes flashed with a fierce color. He turned sideways, letting the wreckage of the motorcycle fly past him. His own metal left arm turned up the force output to the maximum, ripping the wheels of the motorcycle straight away, and then heading it towards Luke, who was charging towards him. Cage threw it back.

Faced with the tires flying towards his face, Luke. Cage didn't make any dodge moves, and slapped it away with a frontal palm. And Barnes's next blow followed. The characteristic .50 caliber heavy pistol in his hand let out a dull roar and spewed a bright flame. And under this terrifying recoil, the arm holding the gun did not tremble in the slightest, and fired a second bullet again.

The first bullet shattered Luke's forehead, seemingly having no effect other than a few extra bloodshot streaks in his eyes. Almost at the same time, the second bullet slammed into the same place, as if it had been hit by an invisible hammer, which caused his entire head to tilt back uncontrollably. The seemingly unstoppable momentum is stagnant.

Barnes, on the other hand, took advantage of the fact that his opponent had not yet recovered, and had already gotten up and moved forward, sticking to the distance of less than two feet from Luke. The humming of the gears began to intensify, and the mechanically driven iron fist slammed firmly into Luke's jaw.

Barnes' left arm was enough to do a decent amount of damage on the three-inch-thick alloy steel plate with full force, and the effect of the punch was a complete display of its power. Luke, who was nearly two meters tall, was directly hit in the air by this punch, which was a full two meters high. Barnes jumped down and grabbed him by the foot, then picked up his entire body and smashed it to the ground, smashing a shallow pit in the shape of a human figure directly into the concrete floor.

When the stirred dust had fallen again, Luke had already stood up again. Even though a streak of blood was already flowing from his nostrils, even though his steps seemed a little vain. But there is no doubt that this combo just now did not cause decisive damage to him.

What a monster... The Hydra agents who couldn't intervene next to them all sighed in their hearts.