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Dugan looked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces and nodded with satisfaction: "I know you probably think he's just an actor putting on a show. But soon, you'll see for yourselves his abilities."

He paused, his expression turning serious: "Just yesterday, over a hundred of our soldiers were captured by Hydra in an operation, including the captain's close friend, Sergeant Bucky Barnes. The captain has decided to go and rescue them single-handedly."

"And our first official mission as the Roaring Commando was to come to his aid."

As soon as Dugen finished speaking, Chu Hang subconsciously brought up his system interface in his mind.

[System is cooling down...]

[Remaining cooldown time: 4 days, 8 hours, and 21 minutes...]

Chu Hang's brows furrowed instantly.

Four days! More than four days to go!

I just copied a gun mastery skill a couple of days ago.

The mission could begin at any moment, but his abilities are still on cooldown. This means that even if he sees Captain America, he can only watch helplessly, unable to take action.

This is how to do?

He had to find a way to survive this dangerous mission, find an opportunity to get close to Captain America during the mission, and that opportunity had to happen right after his powers had cooled down.

Chu Hang rubbed his temples, feeling that this was much harder than dodging bullets on the battlefield.

Chapter 4 Before setting off, let's get some good stuff.

The lights in the briefing room came back on, and for a moment, no one spoke except for the tapping of Dugan's fingers on the table. The expressions on everyone's faces were complex: shock, disbelief, and a hint of ignited excitement.

Hydra, energy weapons, super soldiers. These words, like heavy stones, crashed into the hearts of these veteran soldiers, stirring up quite a ripple.

Logan was the first to break the silence. He stood up from his chair, cracking his knuckles, his face a mixture of impatience and bloodlust: "Enough nonsense. When are we leaving? Where are we going to kill people?"

He didn't care about Hydra or Octopus, or Captain America or the President of the United States. He only cared about one thing: whether his opponent was tough enough to let him kill to his heart's content. The scene in the movie where those Hydra soldiers were turned to ashes by energy weapons didn't scare him; instead, it stirred up the ferocity in his bones.

Dugan gave him an approving look, clearly appreciating his straightforward attitude. "Don't rush, Logan. Brute force won't do against Hydra." He pointed to the door. "Come on, let's show you the new house first, then we'll get some good stuff. Get a good rest tonight, and we'll set off at dawn tomorrow."

The so-called "new home" was just a large communal barracks. A dozen or so cots were neatly arranged in two rows, with the blankets folded into perfect squares. Compared to the foxholes they dug on the front lines, these conditions were heaven.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed once they entered the barracks. The team members who hadn't spoken much before started introducing themselves to each other.

The black guy playing the harmonica is Gabe Jones, a technician proficient in all kinds of machinery. The Japanese man with glasses is Jimmy Morita, a demolition expert. The Frenchman with the pipe is Jacques Denier, skilled in infiltration and poisoning. Everyone has a unique skill.

Chu Hang was the kind of person who could chat with anyone at the company in his past life. He took the initiative to greet everyone, offer cigarettes, and quickly became familiar with everyone. He knew in his heart that these people would be comrades-in-arms whom he could entrust his back to in the future, and it would definitely not hurt to build good relationships with them.

Only Logan, upon entering the room, found a bed in the far corner, threw his tattered leather jacket on the pillow, and began wiping his military knife, exuding an aura of "keep away."

Chu Hang didn't bother trying to ingratiate himself with Logan; he knew Logan's personality all too well. This guy was a lone wolf; getting him to integrate into the group was harder than getting him to give up cigars. But that didn't matter; as long as he knew who was on his side on the battlefield, that was enough.

While he was chatting and joking with Gabu and the others, he was secretly planning his own big scheme.

His replication ability will remain active for another four days. The mission, however, begins first thing tomorrow morning.

This time difference is absolutely terrible.

In other words, he must ensure that he and Captain America are both alive and well for at least four days after the mission begins, and during this time, he must also create an opportunity to "accidentally" run into Captain America.

This was no small feat. He knew perfectly well what a dangerous place Hydra's base was. In the movie, Bucky fell off a cliff there. He certainly didn't want to suffer the same fate.

“Hey, Chu!” Jimmy Morita pushed up his glasses and leaned closer, asking curiously, “I heard from Commander Dugan that you and Logan are both… well, pretty tough. Is that true?”

Chu Hang knew what he wanted to ask, smiled, and pointed to his military uniform, which still bore bullet holes and bloodstains: "On the battlefield, it's just a matter of luck."

He couldn't possibly say that he relied on a self-healing factor, so he could only give a vague answer. Fortunately, these people were all shrewd, and seeing that he didn't want to say more, they didn't press him further.

After a while of commotion, Dugan led them to the base's armory.

As soon as he stepped through the heavy iron door, a cold metallic smell and the stench of gun oil hit him. Chu Hang's eyes lit up instantly.

This armory was far more spacious than the small warehouse in his previous unit. The walls were covered with all sorts of rifles and artillery, from Thompson submachine guns to M1 Garand rifles. Rows of grenades, explosives, and bullets of various types were neatly stacked on the tables, gleaming coldly under the lights.

An old man who looked like a quartermaster handed over a list: "According to the standard configuration, each person will receive a submachine gun, a pistol, and four grenade magazines. Choose for yourselves."

Logan didn't even bother to look. He simply took two Colt M1911 pistols from the wall, tucked them into his waistband, grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into his pocket, then casually grabbed a few cigars. That was it. To him, his own claws were more useful than any weapon.

The others also began to choose the ones that suited them best.

Chu Hang didn't move. He stood there, his mind racing as he recalled the plot of "Captain America: The First Avenger".

Where was that Hydra factory the captain went to rescue? It was somewhere in the mountains of Austria, freezing cold. And the factory had a complex internal structure with many platforms and passageways of varying heights.

With that thought in mind, he had an idea.

He walked up to the quartermaster and gave him a genuinely sincere smile: "Sir, besides these, can I request anything else?"

The quartermaster raised his eyelids slightly: "Speak."

"I want the thickest thermal underwear I can find, the wool kind. I also need a grappling hook and at least fifty feet of rope. Oh, and do you have any high-calorie compressed biscuits and chocolate? The more the better," Chu Hang said in one breath.

The armory fell silent as soon as he said that. Everyone stared at him as if he were a monster.

Dugen frowned: "Chu, what do you need all this for? We're going to raid a factory, not go mountain climbing and winter tourism."

Chu Hang had already prepared his explanation. He scratched his head, feigning a slightly embarrassed look: "Sir, this is experience I gained from previous battles. The place we're going to, according to your description, is behind enemy lines, and no one can say for sure what the specific environment will be. What if we're in some remote mountain valley, and it's cold? It's always good to wear thick clothes, otherwise we won't be able to fight if we freeze. As for ropes and grappling hooks, they'll be even more useful. They'll be useful for climbing over walls, going down ridges, or pulling wounded brothers out of pits."

He paused, then added, "High-calorie food is even more important. Nobody knows how long this mission will last. If we get trapped, having something to eat will help us survive a little longer. I've seen it with my own eyes before; some brothers didn't die from being beaten, they starved to death."

His words were well-reasoned and based entirely on the practical experience of a veteran, leaving no room for criticism.

After listening, Dugan fell silent. He looked at Chu Hang, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration. He had originally thought this Eastern lad was just a reckless brute like Logan, but he hadn't expected him to be so meticulous, considering things more thoroughly than he, the commander.

“You’re right,” Dugan nodded and said to the quartermaster, “Do as he says, equip everyone with a set.”

He then turned to Chu Hang and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Chu Hang's eyes darted around, and he thought of the impenetrable armor of the Hydra soldiers in the movies. He pointed to a sticky explosive on the table: "Sir, could you give us more of this C2 plastic explosive? I feel that this stuff is more effective than hand grenades against tin cans."

This time, even explosives expert Jimmy Morita looked at him with new respect.

After collecting all the equipment, everyone looked like a mobile fortress, covered in all sorts of things.

Logan looked at the thick clothes and extra equipment that had been forcibly put on him, his face full of displeasure, muttering, "Troublesome."

Chu Hang, however, was content. He knew that what he needed would be extremely useful in the upcoming mission, and might even save lives in critical moments. This wasn't just for himself, but also for the entire team. After all, his individual strength was limited; the more teammates who survived, the higher the mission's success rate, and the greater his chance of replicating Captain America's abilities.

With everything ready, Dugan gathered them in front of a C-47 transport plane. The massive propellers had already begun to turn slowly, emitting a deep, rumbling sound.

"Target: Kraussberg, Austria. Hydra's weapons development factory." Dugan pointed to a red dot on the map and gave the final order. "Our mission is to infiltrate the factory's perimeter, create chaos, draw the enemy's attention, and create conditions for the captain's infiltration and rescue operation. Remember, we are the bait, and also the backup. Understand?"

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.

The team members walked up the transport plane's gangway one by one. Chu Hang walked last, glancing back at the brightly lit base and then looking up at the pitch-black night sky.

He took a deep breath; the air was cold and carried a strong smell of aviation fuel.

He could feel his heart racing and his blood heating up. It wasn't fear, but an indescribable excitement.

He was finally going to personally participate in this magnificent era.

The plane shook violently, then slowly rose into the air, flying towards the unknown darkness. Chu Hang found a seat, closed his eyes, and sat down.

In his mind, the cold countdown was still ticking away at its own pace.

[Remaining cooldown time: 3 days, 9 hours, and 46 minutes...]

Chapter 5: Parachuting? I've never practiced that!

It was very late at night.

At this secret Allied airfield on the Austrian border, the temperature had dropped below zero, causing the group of people, who had just received their equipment and were feeling hot all over, to shiver.

Not far away, a C-47 transport plane was quietly parked at the end of the runway. Its two huge propellers had already begun to turn slowly.

Dugan stood at the foot of the gangway, a signature cigar dangling from his lips. He didn't urge them on, but simply watched his team members approach one by one, each carrying heavy loads of equipment, their faces reflecting the dim light cast by the transport plane, each with a different expression.

Chu Hang followed in the middle of the group, wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

He glanced at Logan, who was walking at the front. The guy was still as fearless as ever, wearing only a thin leather jacket, which was open, revealing his muscular chest underneath.

"Monster," Chu Hang muttered to himself, tightening his collar. Comparing physical abilities with this non-human was simply pointless.

"Listen up, everyone!" Dugan's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the roar of the planes and reached everyone's ears clearly. "This operation is codenamed Hell's Kitchen."

Our mission is to create enough chaos around the target factory to draw out its guards.

Remember, we are bait, not suicide bombers! I need every single one of you to come back alive!

He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces: "The captain has already gone ahead. Our operation is to buy him time and create opportunities for him. Once we hear three consecutive explosions inside the factory, that's the signal that the captain has succeeded. We'll immediately take turns providing cover and retreat to the designated location to the west to regroup. Do you all understand?"

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison, their voices ringing out loudly in the cold night sky.

"Very good, boarding!"

At Dugan's command, the team members began to climb the narrow gangway one by one.

Chu Hang found a seat near the middle and placed his heavy backpack at his feet. He could feel the vibrations of the plane engine traveling through the metal floor, spreading throughout his body.

The team members took their seats one by one, and the cabin door was closed heavily. The atmosphere inside the cabin instantly became oppressive and tense.

No one speaks.

Some people were resting with their eyes closed, trying to conserve their energy before the operation began. Others were repeatedly checking their guns and magazines, their fingers tracing the cold metal as if it could bring them some comfort.

Logan took a corner seat as soon as he boarded the plane, placed his military knife across his knees, closed his eyes, and seemed to be asleep. But Chu Hang knew that if there was even the slightest danger, this beast would be the first to attack.

Chu Hang looked around and could feel the tense atmosphere thick with tension. These men were all veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses, but none of them dared to be careless in the face of the Nazis.

He sighed, knowing he had to do something.

Dugan sat at the front of the cabin and remained silent, but he observed Chu Hang's every move.

He saw Chu Hang distributing food, noticed the calm on his face that seemed out of place with the tense atmosphere around him, and saw how he relaxed the team members' nerves with just a few words. Unconsciously, his opinion of this young man from the East rose a few points.

Before setting off, everyone was on edge. At times like these, a seemingly casual gesture, or sharing a little food, can subtly relieve everyone's stress and bring everyone closer together.

This kid doesn't seem like a recruit; he seems like a born battlefield leader.

"Chu, you don't seem afraid at all?" Du Gen's voice suddenly rang out. He turned his head and stared sharply at Chu Hang.

Chu Hang was chewing on chocolate when he heard the question. He swallowed what was in his mouth, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth: "Scared? Of course I'm scared. Scared to death. But what's the use of being scared? German guns won't turn into water guns just because you're afraid."

Hunger makes your limbs weak, and cold makes you sluggish—these are the most deadly things on the battlefield. So, sir, before being killed by the enemy, I choose to die well-fed.

His words were half true and half false, sounding like the twisted logic summarized by a soldier who had experienced countless life-and-death situations, yet they also revealed a kind of open-mindedness that had seen through life and death.