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When Chu Hang's feet finally touched the solid concrete ground, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

They successfully infiltrated.

He looked around and found himself in a narrow, dimly lit corridor. It seemed to be an underground maintenance tunnel in the factory, with thick pipes and wires overhead, and a few explosion-proof lights emitting a dim yellow glow on the walls at intervals. The air was filled with a damp, musty smell and a strong odor of machine oil.

“We’re in the northeast corner of the factory now. This should be the underground level of the boiler room and power system.” Steve glanced at the internal structure diagram on the wall and quickly made a judgment. “The power distribution room is on the level above us, not far from here.”

Just then, Chu Hang's ears twitched.

"Shh!" He suddenly raised his hand and lowered his voice, "Someone's coming! Two people! Heavy footsteps, probably patrolmen in heavy military boots! Less than thirty meters away!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than clear footsteps and the sound of German conversation came from around the corner of the corridor.

Steve and Logan's eyes sharpened instantly.

Steve quickly glanced around, pointed to a pile of miscellaneous items covered with tarpaulin, and made a concealing gesture.

The three of them immediately dodged behind the clutter and held their breath.

The footsteps grew closer and closer...

Chu Hang's heart leaped into his throat. He gripped the MP40 tightly in his hand, his palms sweating profusely.

Now, things are finally getting serious.

Chapter 26 Textbook-Style Cooperation

The footsteps are getting closer.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

Heavy and rhythmic, the sound of German military boots pounding on concrete echoed through the room. In this deathly silent underground corridor, except for the dripping pipes and the distant hum of machinery, the sound was amplified many times over, like the pendulum of death, striking Chu Hang's heart again and again.

He hunched over, like a cat poised to hunt, hiding himself tightly behind a pile of junk covered with a heavy tarpaulin. Every muscle in his body was involuntarily tense, like a string stretched to its limit. He could even feel his heart pounding with tension, sounding like a drumbeat through his super-soldier serum-enhanced hearing.

Honestly, is he afraid?

Just minutes ago, when he crawled out of that stinking sewer, he must have been terrified. But now, that fear had been replaced by a much hotter emotion.

It was a peculiar feeling, a mixture of tension, excitement, and a hint of bloodlust.

Are you kidding me! What kind of setup does he have now?

He glanced to his left. Steve Rogers, Captain America, the pinnacle of human physical prowess, a tactical mastermind who could make hand-to-hand combat a spectacle, a living legend. He was crouching in the shadows, seemingly one with the darkness, only his bright blue eyes, still shining in the dim light, calmly focused on the direction from which the sound came. It was an absolute focus, a confidence that gave him absolute control over the battlefield.

He glanced to his right again. Logan, Wolverine, an ancient monster who had lived for decades, even centuries, a mutant with animal instincts and immortality. This guy's posture was far less refined; he was practically lying on the ground, his body rising and falling slightly, a faint growl emanating from his throat like a wild beast before its hunt. The cigar he always kept in his mouth was almost broken, and his brown eyes gleamed with an undisguised, primal bloodlust.

Looking at himself again, Chu Hang took a deep breath, feeling the newfound power coursing through his body. The Super Soldier Serum brought more than just strength and speed; it brought a transformative change. He could clearly feel the flow of his blood, hear each heartbeat, and smell the complex odors of engine oil, rust, and distant food scraps in the air. His brain, like an overclocked supercomputer, calmly and efficiently processed the massive amounts of information coming from his five senses.

With this combination, how could they possibly deal with those two Hydra patrolmen outside, who were clearly distracted by their footsteps and probably still complaining about their food?

This isn't just using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it's like using an aircraft carrier to bomb a fishpond.

Therefore, Chu Hang wasn't afraid. He was just nervous, the kind of nervousness a primary school student feels when performing on stage for the first time. He felt like a newcomer, following two top figures who had already made a name for themselves in the industry to "test the waters," afraid that he might mess up at some point and embarrass them.

The two Hydra soldiers were talking almost to him. They were speaking German, which Chu Hang couldn't understand a word of, but that didn't stop him from analyzing their state of mind through their tone. One voice was languid, tinged with weariness and impatience, while the other was constantly complaining, speaking rapidly and filled with negative emotions.

Chu Hang's mind raced: the two targets were relaxed and extremely low on alert, posing a zero threat.

Just as the shadows of these two unfortunate souls appeared around the corner of the corridor, Steve, who had been motionless like a statue, moved.

His movements were light and slow, yet full of a unique sense of rhythm.

He first extended a finger, which moved with unusual steadiness in the dim light. He pointed to himself, then to the outside of the corridor, and mouthed silently, "One."

Then, his gaze shifted to Logan, his blue eyes displaying only pure tactical command. He also extended a finger, pointing in another direction, mouthing, "Two."

Finally, his gaze fell on Chu Hang. At that moment, Chu Hang felt as if he were being stared at by a sleeping lion, a powerful sense of oppression washing over him, but in that gaze, there was more of an unquestionable trust. Steve didn't gesture with numbers, but instead pointed to the two directions in the corridor, and finally, pointed to his own ear.

The meaning couldn't be more clear.

He, Steve Rogers, solved the first one.

Logan, solve the second one.

Chu Hang's most important task was to use his unparalleled hearing to act as the team's ears, keeping watch on the surroundings and ensuring that nothing unexpected would happen in the few seconds it took for them to make their move.

Chu Hang instantly understood. A surge of heat rose from his chest and spread throughout his body. He nodded heavily, his eyes resolute.

In that instant, the nervousness he felt about his first time on the field vanished, replaced by an indescribable excitement and a strong sense of belonging.

It turns out I wasn't just there to observe.

It turns out that I am an indispensable part of this team composed of legends!

The two unfortunate Hydra soldiers were completely oblivious to the impending doom. One seemed to be boasting about stealing a sausage from the kitchen the night before, while the other cursed enviously. They were utterly unaware that less than three meters away in the shadows, three apex predators had already bared their fangs.

Just as the two walked side by side through the pile of debris, their backs were completely exposed.

Steve and Logan, they moved!

That's not something a human could do.

They were like two prehistoric cheetahs that suddenly pounced from the darkness, silent yet as fast as lightning!

Chu Hang's eyes could barely keep up with their movements, even though his dynamic vision had been enhanced to an unbelievable degree by the serum.

In his vision, Steve's figure appeared as a stretched blue phantom, flashing past in an instant and instantly appearing behind the soldier on the left. A large, muscular hand, like a precise iron clamp, firmly covered the soldier's mouth and nose before he could utter a sound. The soldier's cry of surprise was abruptly choked back.

At the same time, Steve's other arm, like a steel python, wrapped around his opponent's neck with lightning speed, accompanied by a chilling force. He lifted his body upwards and then twisted his arm sharply to the side and back!

A faint yet incredibly clear cracking sound of bone breaking rang out abruptly in the dimly lit corridor. To the amplified hearing, the sound was like snapping a dry twig right next to the ear.

The Hydra soldier's body stiffened abruptly, then collapsed limply like a rag doll with its bones removed. Steve smoothly pulled him into the deeper shadows.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, full of violent aesthetics, so clean and efficient that it sent chills down one's spine.

Logan, on the other hand, has a completely different style.

If Steve's assassination was textbook precision, then Logan's was pure, unadulterated, wild violence.

He lunged forward almost simultaneously with Steve. He didn't even think about covering his mouth; instead, he used a more direct and brutal method.

His body suddenly sank downwards in the instant of his sprint, his shoulders leaning forward, like an angry bull, slamming hard into the complaining soldier's back.

With a sickening thud, the poor creature flew forward like a kite with a broken string, the air in its chest being squeezed out in an instant, its eyeballs almost bulging out.

However, this is not over yet.

Before he even landed, Logan had already followed closely behind. With one hand, he grabbed the back of the other man's neck like an eagle's claw, while his other elbow, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind tearing through the air, slammed into the back of his head from below.

Another dull thud followed, and the soldier didn't even have time to groan before his head lolled to the side, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Logan lifted him up with one hand like a dead dog and tossed him behind a pile of junk.

From the moment the two started fighting until the battle ended and the scene was cleaned up, Chu Hang silently counted in his mind: four seconds.

Exactly four seconds, no more, no less.

Chu Hang, hiding behind, was dumbfounded, his heart skipping a beat.

That's...that's what you call professional!

He had seen countless spy assassination scenes in movies in his past life, but after witnessing this artistic double hunt firsthand, he realized that the scenes in the movies were nothing compared to these two gentlemen in front of him—it was like children playing house!

Steve's calmness and precision. Logan's wildness and efficiency.

One is like a scalpel, the other like a cleaver. Two completely different styles, yet both achieve the same perfect effect.

Chu Hang subconsciously swallowed, quickly shaking off the jumbled thoughts in his mind and forcing himself to perform his duty. He closed his eyes again, turned his hearing up to the maximum, and scanned every corner of the corridor like a radar, not even missing the ventilation ducts in the ceiling.

Good, no new footsteps, no alarms, nothing.

The brief but deadly exchange just now was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant lake, going unnoticed by anyone.

He shook his head slightly at Steve and Logan, who had finished dealing with the "garbage" and turned around, using an internationally recognized gesture to indicate that it was safe.

Steve gave him an approving look, a hint of a smile in his eyes, as if to say: Well done, kid.

Logan merely snorted dismissively, but Chu Hang noticed that his usually tense shoulders seemed to relax a little. He then roughly searched the two unfortunate men, quickly finding several spare magazines and two German-made stick grenades, which he unceremoniously stuffed into his pocket.

Chu Hang followed suit and searched the body as well. When his hand touched one of the still warm corpses, his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed the discomfort, took a magazine full of bullets from the man's belt, and hung another grenade on his own waist.

Even the smallest mosquito is still food; in a place like this, any bit of supplies could be a lifesaver in a critical moment. This is war, not a dinner party.

After a brief rest, Steve didn't say another word. He simply pointed to the rusty metal staircase leading to the next floor and gestured for them to continue.

The three of them once again transformed into ghosts blending into the darkness, clinging to the cold wall and silently making their way towards the stairs.

Having just witnessed a textbook-perfect teamwork, Chu Hang felt much more confident, and his steps became more steady and self-assured. As he walked, he listened intently to the sounds around him, willingly serving as a human-shaped, self-propelled mobile radar for the two big shots.

Soon, they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

The staircase was an old-fashioned, openwork iron frame structure, covered with iron plates featuring anti-slip textures. One could imagine that every step on it would produce a loud, clanging sound.

Steve stopped and looked back at Chu Hang, his eyes full of questions.

Chu Hang immediately understood, closed his eyes again, and focused all his attention on his ears, carefully listening to the voice coming from above.

Unlike the almost abandoned maintenance passage below, the one above is noticeably more "lively".

He could hear a continuous, low humming sound, like the distinctive sound of countless powerful currents passing through a large transformer. He also heard the rhythmic clicking of large mechanical gears meshing together.

In addition, there were footsteps. Not two, but at least four different sets of footsteps, moving back and forth in different locations, forming a crisscrossing patrol network.

“The power distribution room is up there.” Chu Hang lowered his voice and said in a whisper that only he could hear, “I heard a strong electrical hum and the sound of transformers working. But there are also more guards now, at least four patrolmen. Two of them are making regular patrols along the outer walkway, and another one is basically stationary, probably in front of some control panel. The fourth one… his footsteps are very chaotic and irregular, like he’s supervising, or maybe he’s just wandering around.”

Steve nodded, showing no surprise. The power distribution room was the energy heart of the entire factory, so its tight security was only natural.

He looked up at the staircase leading upstairs, which was completely covered by a huge square iron plate, leaving only a narrow gap through which light could pass.

"Looks like we'll have to give them a big surprise." A cold, confident smile curled at the corners of Steve's lips.

Chapter 27: I've chosen you, grenade!

Chu Hang nearly stumbled when he heard Steve utter that word. "Dude, can you not be so nonchalant? There are four heavily armed Hydra soldiers up there, huddled in a tiny electrical room that looks like a metal can. If they make a sound, the alarm will go off, and we won't be here to infiltrate; we'll be delivering ourselves to Hydra's entire base."

However, when he saw Steve's confident face, his little scheme was instantly suppressed.

What's there to be afraid of? Even if the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up. The person in front of us is, without a doubt, the tallest and toughest one of this era.

Steve didn't act immediately. He turned his gaze to Chu Hang again, his blue eyes seeming to see right through people in the dim light. "Chu Hang, listen more carefully. Tell me the exact locations of those four people, the distance between them, and where the loudest electrical noise is."

Here it comes again! It's that feeling of being entrusted with an important task again!