Eric was visibly depressed when he came back from school today, his English accent was a bit heavy, and he was often laughed at at school.

Coupled with the dark experience of the war in the past few years, his personality is a little introverted and autistic, he didn't make any friends at school, and he was often targeted by a few annoying classmates.

Today, it was because I was pushed by those students outside the teaching building that I fell to the ground and was almost hit by the light sign.

Mrs. EDI didn't speak English very well, she was still learning, and she still spoke German in private with Eric, and although James also knew the language, they tried not to speak it in front of everyone, which was not very polite.

Eric was sitting precariously waiting for James to have dinner with him, and his mother, EDI, had asked if she could make two dishes for Mr. Howlett to try today.

Asazzo teleported back out of nowhere, landed directly on the stool, beckoned an attendant to hand him a towel, and wiped his hands casually.

The waiters who can serve James in the innermost area and on a daily basis are all members of the "wolf pack", and they all know about Mr. Howlett and Asazzo, so there is no need to hide that they are the same as the wolves, they are all members of the relatively peripheral of the family.

"Ah, thank you, ma'am."

Asazzo rubbed his hands together as Eric's mother served a plate of kebab-style dishes, as well as chunks of pie and golden pastries drizzled with crushed fruit.

The attendant continued to serve steaks, oysters, and bread to accompany the caviar, and although James didn't need to eat exaggerated amounts now, he had always had a good appetite and loved good food, so just three dishes were not enough.

"Smells great, thank you EDI."

James went downstairs to the dining-room, thanked Mrs. EDI in German, and insisted on inviting her to sit down with her, and the woman's withered countenance, which had been tortured by war and inhumanity, was now rosy and plump again.

Eric happily looked at his mother sitting next to him, and James who sat down at the top of the seat, took the initiative to introduce the three foods made by his mother, and watched James taste them expectantly.

"Well, yes, I like this Kebabu, the barbecue sauce made of onions and parsley tastes very special."

James ate the barbecue elegantly and quickly, looking satisfied, and he asked Eric about his life at school by the way, and looked at the teenager's somewhat squeaky appearance, and said with a smile.

"Did you play any sports, Eric?"

"Nope. The boys at school liked baseball and football, but I didn't touch any. ”

Eric sat down and watched everyone play in athletic class, and the female students would watch and cheer on from the sidelines, saying that they were not envious.

"It's necessary to have a hobby of sports when you're studying, and it's easiest to make friends, well, rugby, this exercise is more comprehensive, I'll teach you after dinner."

Without asking Eric if he was being bullied or ostracized by his classmates, James took Asazzo with him after the meal and tossed a football on the vast lawn outside the estate.

"Asazzo! Teleportation is not permitted. ”

James glanced at Asazzo, who was teleporting to grab the ball, Eric laughed loudly and ran, sweating all over his head, and his mother Edie sat on the floor, stroking the soft and clear lawn, and gently looked at the smile on her son's face that she had never seen before.

"How's it going on Steve's side?"

James casually wiped the towel handed by the attendant, and told Eric to go back to rest early, remember the practice of asanas and breathing when sleeping, and asked Asazzo softly.

"Just came back from him with two letters, one for you and one for me to give to her mother."

Asazzo teleported and disappeared, and immediately flashed back again, holding two envelopes in his hands.

James took it apart, looked at Steve's account of the battle, and nodded slightly.

A hundred kilometers west of the Maginot Line.

"This should be the last outlying stronghold of Hydra, and if you end this factory, you will only have that secret base left."

Dressed in a dark blue combat suit made for him by James, a vibranium helmet, and a huge round shield, Steve lays out a battle plan for his "Roaring Commando" combat team.

"Steve, the bunkers and artillery here are several times larger than those of other bases, are you sure you should directly attract fire and push them up?"

Bucky whispered from the sidelines, he was mainly responsible for long-range support, and Barnes was selected to train as a sniper after joining the army.

In the past few months, every time I look at my brother who has grown up with him, like Hercules, he has been pushing pillboxes and even tanks all the way, in addition to worry, he is more envious.

"Don't worry, Bucky, this makes no difference to me, it's still the old plan, I'll push it up, you flank fire cover and support, give priority to hitting the enemy's high-energy weapons, Gabe, Dean, you are responsible for arranging explosives after entering."

The team of less than twenty people split into five groups, and Steve slowly accelerated forward to the main entrance of the Hydra base.

Bang bang bang.

The ice-blue energy cannon shot at Steve, who was constantly stabbing left and right, and he grabbed the edge of the shield with his backhand, and with an easy swing, the shield arced and exploded the high turret.

Leaping up and smashing into the bunker, which only revealed a narrow slit in the shot, he smashed the concrete top of the bunker alive and buried the two Hydra soldiers below.

Steve retrieved his shield and rolled over to dodge the fire-gathering attack, swinging a beam of energy as he dashed, reflecting off the surrounding Hydra soldiers.

The iron gate of the base slowly pulled the card, and Steve held the shield in front of him, hunting with all his might, pulling up a black line that kept digging up dirt, and rumbling into the armored gun truck that drove out.

Rumble!

Steve crashed head-on into the armored car, but it was like a billiards kick, and the armored car was not knocked off by the exaggerated impact, but exploded on the spot with an extremely dull noise.

The front of the car was deeply dented, and the armor steel plates at the back and around were torn from the inside, and the three soldiers inside were blown to pieces.

Steve leaped over, his combat squad covering the flanks with constant precision fire, Bucky used a sniper rifle to explode the Hydra sniper on the hillside a hundred meters away, and saw Steve's fierce play in the sniper scope, smacking his mouth and shaking his head.

The shield created by the original Edelmankin was completely played by him, and the special strength of the killing technique was perfectly superimposed on the projectile shield, some directly penetrated with strength, blasting enemies in cover or armor, and some flexibly ejected, like a planned refractive strike.

The edge of the shield, which was not sharp, was blessed with nearly ten tons of strength and strength, like a knife wheel, with a cutting effect, and it was bloody all over the ground for a while.

"Captain America" Steve Rogers fought his way through the flesh and blood of his enemies and the brains that splattered yellow, yellow and white, but his body was as clean as new, as if there was an invisible cover to separate the blood from the filth.

He stared at the remnants of Hydra's soldiers, who had basically lost the ability and desire to fight back, and smashed open the door with the iron bolt of the thick arm inside, and rushed in with pride.

Red Skull Schmidt looked at Steve's furious black and white images in the surveillance camera, and unconsciously swallowed and foamed.

He began to believe that Abraham Erskine had said that his serum was not perfect, and perhaps this was the ultimate power of the Super Soldier serum.

"Dr. Zola, we must retreat, the war is not won or lost at this time."

Schmidt finally loaded a few highly concentrated Rubik's Cube energy blocks and said to Zola, who was trembling beside him.

"Yes yes yes you are right, as long as you return to the Alps and complete the final key to the plan, the victory will still be ours, Nine, Long live the Hydra!"

Zola cheered herself up, trembling and raising her fists to the red skull.

Schmidt has completely stopped hiding his true blood-red skull appearance, and his hideous and strange image has instead become a spiritual symbol of Hydra, an army of ambitious and conspiratorial madmen.

"Your vehicle is in the garage, remember not to scratch it."

Zola, who wanted to follow Schmidt to leave in the flying machine, hurriedly caught the key thrown by Schmidt, stared at the abrupt eyeballs behind the highly myopic glasses, and watched him leave alone

Command of the Strategic Science Corps.

"Captain Rogers, if you don't mind, I'd like to study your shield and combat suit, this-"

"I'm sorry Mr. Stark, but these things are not the property of the SSR, and I am not obligated to cooperate with you in your research."

Steve simply refused Howard Stark's request, and when he was fitted with a shield and a combat suit made of a special material, the researchers of the Strategic Science Corps and even the commander Colonel Phillips directly or indirectly expressed the hope that they would like to hand it over to the state for some material testing and research.

But these proposals were firmly rejected by Steve, and the biggest compromise he could accept was to paint the shield with a five-pointed star in red and blue, and embroider the Star-Spangled Banner on the uniform.

These equipment were all given to him by the teacher, and there was no possibility of sending them to outsiders.

"Ahem, Captain Rogers, just do some basic tests, this kind of metal material and craftsmanship is really unheard of, I know it's your teacher, the creation of Howlett Industries, but they are also American companies, and it's good to be able to contribute to the battle."

Steve pondered for a moment, shook his head, and suggested that Mr. Stark contact Mr. Howlett himself.

A slender female secretary twisted her somewhat exaggerated thin waist and plump buttocks, interrupting the awkward conversation between the two.

"Captain Rogers, please come with me, Colonel Phillips, please come to the operations boardroom."

The secretary looked at Steve with burning eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly.

Steve nodded apologetically to Howard Stark and left, Colonel Phillips had not yet arrived, and he was not comfortable alone with the female secretary, fiddling with his military uniform and tie.

"Captain Rogers has already taken out a few Hydra bases? Did you know that ladies and ladies in the United States nowadays will cut out your newspaper photos and collect them? ”

The secretary frowned, chatted with Steve with a ridiculous and unusually gentle speech, and unconsciously leaned back on the table in front of him, folding his calves in black nylon stockings, and swaying gently.

"Well, I don't have much access to the rear, I hope my photos look good."

Steve staggered, his eyes didn't know where to look, the female secretary got closer and closer, he unconsciously stood up his fur, and his body trembled.

"Ahem!"

Peggy Carter cleared his throat heavily, and the secretary, who was almost attached to Steve, hurriedly got up and left, winking at Steve one last time, not paying attention.

"If you want to flirt, Captain Rogers, I suggest you change places, this is the Command!"

Agent Carter pulled out his gun and slammed it on the table, sorting through the papers with a sharp movement, not looking at Steve, who was blushing and desperately denying the explanation.

Colonel Phillips finally walked in with a grunt, rubbing his nose, and said with emotion.

"Good news! We captured Dr. Anim Zola, Hydra's number one scientific researcher, who helped Schmidt with some of the most important technical hurdles, and interestingly he was abandoned and captured by us on the way out. ”

Mr. Colonel held his hand on the edge of the table, tapped on the map, looked at the strange expressions and atmosphere of Rogers and Carter, and grunted twice, and pointed heavily on the Alps.

"Hydra's command post, found."

Surprise！ Everyone's Mid-Autumn Festival is happy.,Limited ability.,There's no manuscript yet.,After adding a more chapter for everyone's holiday, you have to hurry up and code tomorrow's two chapters.。 If it's convenient, you can speak in the comments or in this chapter, and the level of the work out of the circle will be poor.

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