December 1941, Zocherburg, Germany, Hydra Research Base

The terrible and rapid sound of sirens pierced every stone wall of this ancient castle, it was not an enemy invasion or an air raid, and every soldier was trembling, because Schmidt was already furious, Dr. Abraham Erskine, the creator of the super soldier serum, disappeared, and with it, mountains of research materials, and the fire engulfed the entire laboratory, costing the lives of more than a dozen Hydra soldiers, but not a single bottle of serum was rescued.

Schmidt looked at the smoke billowing fire, the night before, he asked Erskine to inject him with serum, the six super soldiers completed the task well, and in the later test even if the bullets were beaten into a sieve The super soldiers can still recover, in Schmidt's opinion, this represents success, he can't wait to ask for the injection of serum, Erskine also did it, but what he didn't expect was that the side effects were also produced, that night he stood in front of the mirror, the terrible red took over his face, "Red Skull," He silently said that Erskine had warned that the serum could cause immeasurable side effects due to rejection of certain genes, but Schmidt did not think so, he felt that this was the power of God, and God did not need human nature, and he was the most successful work without a human face.

The security officer of the laboratory was escorted to Schmidt, the hapless man with a disgraced face, half of his hair burned by the fire, the upper eyelid of his left eye pierced by broken glass and melted by the heat and the lower eyelid sticking together, his whole face like a lump of freshly solidified wax.

"Stupid, incompetent, a bunch of rubbish!" Schmidt tore off his human skin mask and said angrily, "An old man who is almost sixty, you not only let him run away but also burned the entire laboratory, can't forty people guard a place of less than two hundred square meters!"

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

Schmidt didn't listen to his explanation, turned around and called another officer, and ordered, "I don't care what you do, find Dr. Erskine, or you and your team will drown themselves in the Rhine." ”

"Yes!"

The officer trotted away, Schmidt nodded behind him, and forty shots rang out forty rounds, bursting the heads of the security team members at the same time, and Schmidt twisted his neck and left Fort Drocher with Dr. Zola.

Schmidt took the telegram in his hand in the military vehicle, this is an order from Hitler this morning, which roughly means to change the base of the Hydra, from Drocherburg to a secret base in the Alps, although it seems to be a gift, Schmidt understands that Hydra has not made weapons for Hitler for almost a year, and the transfer from the castle to the mountains is actually a disguised exile, but Schmidt doesn't care, the vanguard team has determined the location of Odin's treasure, as long as his army arrives in Thensberg, Norway, the legendary Cosmic Cube is in his bag, and when he has that kind of divine power, Hydra will not need the support of the Nazi Party。

"Dr. Zola," Schmidt said in a sudden and eerie voice, "we're going to turn the world upside down. ”

.........

Dr. Erskine sat in the back seat of the dark brown reef at night, a black SUV drove down the road on the edge of Hamburg, his head pressed against the glass, and the shaking windows did not affect the genius scientist's mind in the slightest, but gradually woke him up in the midst of a life-and-death crisis, five hours earlier they had rounded the city and plunged into the suburbs of Hamburg, and had experienced three pursuits along the way, with 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 that if I continue to stay with Hydra, I might ruin the world with my own hands." ”

"That's right, but that's what we, the SSR, are trying to stop, and our organization is dedicated to saving the world. Costa teased, but in the dark, he looked deeply at Mike beside him, both of them knew the truth of the facts, the so-called Costa and Mike were just their disguised identities, and the real Mike had already been slashed by their necks and sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with stones.

Drops of rain fell on the windshield, yellow street lamps lit up the city on a rainy night, "Ahead is the harbor Doctor, the person who picked us up is there, there is a submarine waiting for us, and in five days you will be able to step on the soil of New York." ”

"That's great, thank you so much. "Thank you again.

As he spoke, the SUV drove to the outskirts of the port, and Costa parked the car on the side of the road before turning off the engine, he looked around carefully, just in case, they didn't have a driving light along the way, and it was basically impossible for Hydra to track him.

"No problem, let's go, Doctor. Two agents opened the door at the same time and covered the doctor with their bodies, and the three of them slipped into the harbor with their bows.

The number of people placed close to the harbor advanced in thousand-ton containers, their huge shadows provided good protection for the trio, and near the coast, Costa turned on the radio and informed the submarine at the bottom of the sea with a code, "Puffin, the fish has been caught." ”

And at this very moment

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang in the air, and a second before the sound arrived, a bullet with huge kinetic energy pierced Costa's chest, and Mike jerked, he was familiar with the voice, it was the standard sniper rifle of Hydra, "Impossible, how could they!

Just as McBeenberg was puzzled, a man at the harbor gate shouted, "Long live the Hydra!"

"No, no, no! This is not the style of Hydra, no one is stupid enough to shout slogans from so far away, damn we were betrayed!"

Mike struggled, but Dr. Erskine didn't think much of it, he lay on the ground holding his head, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the churning water, "Submarine, submarine is coming!" he shouted at Mike.

The black slender body, the crystal water reflecting the faint street lights, is the submarine provided by Essex for the SSR, the insiders saw the situation on the shore and hurriedly opened the top hatch, the doctor saw this and hurriedly jumped into the passage, I don't know if it was the favor of Lady Luck, a few bullets just grazed his head and none of them hit him.

Mike gasped and looked at the rain of bullets behind him, and a run-up jumped from the shore, when another gunshot rang out in mid-air, and Mike smashed on the deck of the submarine like a puppet off the line.

"No, Mike!" Erskine's eyes cracked, but unfortunately the hatch was closed to avoid danger, and Mike's body floated on the surface of the sea as the submarine descended.

After a while, when the submarine was completely gone, a team went to the shore and fished out Mike's body, the sniper stepped forward, and the streetlights illuminated his face, it was the officer Schmidt sent to chase and kill, at this time he pressed the radio of the headset and said inside, "Everything is cleaned up, ma'am, what's the next order?"

"Back in England, you won't be able to stay with Schmidt. ”

"Understood. ”