Chapter 789 I want to fight 10 of them!
In the snow-capped mountains of the Alps, three violent figures were fighting fiercely.
In the space of tens of feet around them, snow waves were rolling like furious waves. Every collision between flesh would erupt with a shock wave visible to the naked eye, accompanied by the roar of gold and iron.
Steve was one against two, and he didn't lose at all.
Even judging from the situation on the scene, he still had a slight upper hand, suppressing the two power armor warriors.
In the past, he would never have dared to imagine that he could actually suppress two power armor warriors in a head-on confrontation.
But after taking control of that new power, he could feel that he had become different.
It was a feeling that could not be described in words. It was like being reborn, a huge change from the inside out, opening up the genetic treasure house contained in the human body, and breaking the chains that had always bound him.
And all these changes stem from that demonic arm.
Steve didn't know where it came from, but he could vaguely guess that the terrifying monsters he encountered on the Siberian ice fields were inseparable from his arm.
Is it...a gift? Or...a curse?
But these things have little to do with him for the time being.
There is only one thing he needs to consider now, and that is how to use his fists to smash the two remaining power armors.
Boom boom boom...
As the fists collided, Steve's momentum became more and more violent.
Due to the capture order issued by the Red Skull, the two power armor warriors were unable to use lethal weapons, so they could only choose to fight head-on. However, in this way, they were using their own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths, and they were soon forced to retreat. No way.
"Chance!"
Steve seized the momentary flaw, leaned forward and stepped forward, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking.
As the snow waves rolled, a violent figure broke through the air. The left fist, whose power had been accumulated for a long time, swung a left hook in a full moon arc from bottom to top.
There was a loud bang as his left fist hit the steel helmet of the power armor.
The terrifying power spread like a mountain and a tsunami, inch by inch along the fist bones. The heavy punch created heavy air waves. The explosive force easily tore apart the hard helmet made of steel, and transformed the warrior's entire head inside, like a watermelon. It was beaten to pieces.
The bright red color is mixed with the sticky white substance, like a blooming bewitching thing, dotting the monotonous snowfield.
Steve, whose eyes were stained with filth at close range, became increasingly red and violent. As if affected by that force, his violent aura escalated to a higher level, and he rushed towards the other person like a mountain.
The power armor warrior didn't show any signs of trouble. He was as cold as a dead corpse and punched Steve directly.
Steve put up a shield to block the punch, raised his foot and kicked the power armor knee hard.
The joints are the only weak point of the power armor, but that's only relatively speaking. If it were Steve before, nothing would happen if he kicked him. But the problem is that Steve is no longer the same person he was before.
Click!
The power armor warrior groaned.
His knees were violently kicked, and the white bones pierced the armor, and he knelt down in reverse.
Before he could make any counterattack, he was punched in the face.
The huge force caused his whole body to hit the ground, and the steel helmet even cracked.
Steve directly discarded his shield, rode on the waist of the power armor warrior, and swung his fists down like raindrops.
Punch after punch, as if venting the anger in his heart.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Through the electronic eyes of the helmet, the warrior could only see the shadows of countless fists hitting him. At first he could barely resist by raising his arms, but then he gradually lowered his arms and stopped moving like a corpse.
"Die!"
Steve raised his left arm high, gathering the strength, and then suddenly bent down and struck down.
boom!
The power armor warrior was punched in the middle of the chest, and blood spurted out from his face armor. The rolling snow waves around him lifted up several meters high. The ceramic steel was enough to withstand a cannon from the front. It couldn't even withstand this brutal brute force. The metal cracked and dented with a sharp whine.
The earth groaned under the weight, as if fragile tofu pieces collapsed.
The powerful powered armor actually fell apart under this punch. The warrior inside was nothing more than a mortal body. How could he withstand the force of the punch that even the powered armor could not withstand. All his muscles and bones were broken on the spot, with bleeding from all his orifices, and he died suddenly.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Steve seemed to be venting the anger in his chest. His roar shook the nearby snowy mountains and forests, venting his violent impulse wantonly.
Although this arm gave him strength, it also had a disadvantage, that is, it stimulated the most primitive violent killing impulse buried deep in his heart.
Just like Steve now, his eyes are red and fierce, and he doesn't look like a hero at all. He looks like a villain.
Huchi... Huchi...
Hot white air came out of his mouth, Steve's eyes turned red, and he slowly raised his fist.
A large amount of sticky hot blood dripped down the fist bones. Steve took off the helmet of the power armor and raised it to his eyes. He stared at the still moving electronic eye with a cold smile on his lips. : "Red Skull, is this all you have?!"
Through the remaining electronic eye, Steve seemed to be able to see the Red Skull furious, and this was exactly the result he wanted.
"Red Skull, you're dead!"
With blood on his face, Steve looked like a villain and said with a ferocious smile: "No matter where you are hiding, no matter how strict your protection is, I will find you out and make you repent in hell! "
"Assuming...you can do it."
The scarlet electronic eyes flashed a few times, and a familiar voice came from inside the helmet: "Steve Rogers, although I don't know how you obtained that power, you can't kill me if it's only to this extent. .”
"Yeah?"
Steve sneered and said disapprovingly: "All the power armor warriors you are proud of have been eliminated by me, and they are simply vulnerable. And I really want to know, how many more power armors like this do you have? "
The reason why he said this was not because he was speaking arrogantly.
Steve clenched his left arm slightly, feeling the surging power. He felt that he could really hit ten.
And according to Howard's calculations, the number of power armors in Hydra is extremely rare. Except for those supplied to the German front line, there are only about eight power armors at most in the mountain base.
He has already killed four of them, and there are only five or six left at most.
Mastering this new power has made him more confident now. Can't he solve just five or six power armors in minutes?
"Hahahahaha... So this is your confidence?" Red Skull's mocking voice echoed clearly in the snow through the helmet: "You can't be so naive as to think that I only have a mere Four pieces of power armor, right?”
"Even if you still have ten power armors, I can still smash them!" Steve said proudly.
"Then please Captain America, let me see it."
The cold and hoarse voice of the Red Skull in the helmet made Steve couldn't help but feel a slight chill on his back.
Crunch...crunch...crunch...
The sound of trampling snow came from behind, and Steve subconsciously looked back.
The neatly arranged ten power armor warriors, like life-seeking ghosts in the dark night, stood in the dense snow-covered forest. Their huge bodies and scarlet electronic eyes exuded a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
"As you requested, I sent ten."
An annoying sound came from the helmet: "Now please let me see who is better, Captain America, the pinnacle creature of biotechnology, and Hydra's most cutting-edge mecha technology."
"..."
If he could turn back time, Steve would go back a few seconds.
For no other reason than simply wanting to slap the arrogant version of myself to death a few seconds ago, why do I have to slap him ten times with a mean mouth?
This is great, they really sent out ten power armor warriors.
"Howard, if I can go back this time, I will beat you until you can't get out of bed for three months!" Steve cursed in his heart, Howard, that unreliable bastard, this is what he swore to say, and he will never exceed Eight power armors?
This is pure fart!
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