Marvel's Superman

Heavy gunfire broke through the windows of the shop and killed several agents who were standing guard outside.

The sudden and fierce gun battle caused panic among pedestrians.

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For fear of being affected, they covered their heads and fled, not forgetting to scream at the top of their lungs.

Luke stepped out of the antique shop and was about to start his pursuit when, suddenly, the car parked in front of the entrance exploded.

There was billowing fire, and shock waves, however, his figure remained standing, not wavering even the slightest,

He saw the car carrying the Hydra assassin as it turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the street.

Luke smiled coldly and ran after it.

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"Why did you make such a ruckus?!"

The Hydra agent who was driving the car, complained.

The task they received was to assassinate Abraham Erskine and destroy the super soldier plan, not to plan a terrorist attack in New York!

Because once this incident blows up, they would have to pay a big price to retreat!

"There were two super soldiers and they will soon come for us! Drive faster!"

The assassin was panting, and a cold sweat on his back, he felt like a helpless prey under the eyes of a beast.

Even after getting into the car and getting rid of the agents outside the shop, there was still no certainty of escaping.

He was a spy planted in the Military Committee that Hydra has spent a lot of time, resources and effort to get him where he was.

Had it not been for the order from Berlin that Abraham Erskine must be killed, he would have never revealed himself!

The frontal battlefield between the Allies and Axis Powers was the ability of soldiers, guns and commanders.

But on the intelligence level, the competition depended on the decryption of radio signals, as well as the time and depth of spying.

This assassin, named Greg, could be said to be a spy with the longest infiltration time and the highest intelligence level, which Hydra had in New York.

He could have played a more important role, but now there was no more opportunity.

"Back to Berlin, the Fuhrer will definitely give you a medal in person!"

The Hydra member who was driving the car said enviously.

"If I can return to Berlin, then I ... wait! There's someone behind!"

Greg, the assassin, just wanted to say that he was ready to go back to his hometown to get married when he finished this task, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure running wildly in the rearview mirror!

The Hydra members who thought they were safe enough to escape, had their eyes rounded with disbelief!

"We need to get faster..."

He muttered.

There was someone who could catch up to cars with their two legs?

Greg, the assassin, quickly raised his gun, poked his head out of the window and tried to fight back.

Luke jumped and leapt high, dodging a burst of machine-gun fire and slamming into the speeding car with precision.

Then, with both hands, tore open the tin roof as if it was paper!

Greg, sitting in the co-pilot position, threw away the machine-gun that had an empty magazine, took out a pistol and pointed it at Luke, trying to pull the trigger.

With no expression, Luke's right hand directly stretched out, holding the PPK automatic pistol's muzzle.

With a bang, the 7.65 mm small caliber bullet hit his open palm, but it looked like it was hitting a steel plate, emitting a metal clashing sound.

Luke's eyebrows slightly raised. With a strong grip, the pistol was crushed into a lump of scrap metal.

"Monster!"

The driver screamed in horror.

"Noisy." Luke picked the guy up with one hand and threw him out like garbage.

Fling!

The driver smashed into the window of a shop on the street, and fell to the ground. No one could tell if he was dead or alive.

"Cut off one head and two more shall take its place! Hail Hydra... "

Greg couldn't help feeling desperate when he saw Luke's frightening power.

After shouting Hydra's chant, he was ready to bite the potassium cyanide poison hidden below his tongue.

He has a sense of dedication to the organization and wasn't afraid of death!

"I know you're a Hydra. How could I not?"

Luke sneered, as if he had expected it, and leaned in to punch and dislocate the guy's jaw.

In his eyes, his opponent's movements are too slow, and as long as he concentrates, it was like watching a frame by frame motion.

Hydra was a huge organization with strict management. Every spy and agent who was sent out to perform a task would put poison on their collar or hide it in their hollowed-out dentures in order to prevent being caught or discovered and resulting in information leakage.

This information was known to the SSR.

Ignoring Greg's frightened eyes, Luke lifted the other party out of the car as if he was a small animal.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter drove up.

They brought the captured assassin and the driver back to the antique shop in Brooklyn.

"Well done, Luke!"

Back to the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised him.

He had witnessed Luke chasing after the assassin, now, he was hearing the amazing story about how he caught up with the car on his feet and his palm blocking the bullet.

Looking at Luke, who was taller and stronger than before, the Colonel seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"You guys go out first. I have something to talk to Cavil about. "

Looking at the bustling medical office, Colonel Philips called out. He drove the doctors and nurses out, and then looked at Luke with a solemn face.

Luke was surprised at this, "Something wrong, Colonel?"