"It's actually Super Soldier Serum."
Darian was a little surprised.
He was all too familiar with this stuff. Steve was the famous spokesperson for this serum; with just one shot, an ordinary person could instantly transform into a muscular Super Soldier, far more badass than any American miracle pills or steroids.
If one were to take several shots, they could become a Super Soldier like Steve, who was claimed to have reached the pinnacle of humanity, but in reality, could pull a helicopter with his bare hands and outrun cars on foot.
Of course, only the one Steve injected was the original Super Soldier Serum. The versions that circulated later were basically replicas based on the original, and their effects were uneven.
As for these Super Soldier Serums before him, although the strengthening effect was not as good as the original Super Soldier Serum, they also reduced the terrible side effects of the original, so they wouldn't infinitely amplify the user's inner desires and turn them into paranoid monsters.
Most importantly, there were fully ninety-nine vials of Super Soldier Serum here. If handled correctly, this could almost instantly raise an army of Super Soldiers!
Dozens of Captain Americas standing together, even if they were weakened versions, would be enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Tobias stared at the faintly glowing green serums in the box, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes, his mouth curling into an exaggerated arc.
"This is truly fantastic, Hawkeye. With these Super Soldier Serums, our underground resistance organization will have enough power to overthrow Red Skull's rule. The day to reclaim our freedom is finally coming!"
"Just as I intended."
Old Hawkeye looked excited: "But I have a small request. Give me one vial of serum so this old bag of bones can give it one last shot. I still have quite a few blood debts to settle with Red Skull, and his downfall must have a contribution from me."
Tobias narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing deep within them: "Of course, no problem. With the help of you, a former Avenger, I believe our upcoming operations will go very smoothly..."
Before he finished speaking, his hand behind his back quietly made a gesture.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—! The next moment, gunfire erupted without warning!
The underground resistance organization members who had been standing solemnly around suddenly raised their muzzles, and bullets poured down like a storm toward Darian, Wade, and Wolverine.
The three of them were shot a dozen times in their backs instantly and collapsed to the ground one after another.
"What!?"
Old Hawkeye was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that his whole body stiffened, his face full of disbelief.
"Don't move, old blind man."
Tobias's voice had completely shed its feigned enthusiasm, leaving only cold mockery: "I'm afraid you can't see clearly, so I'll kindly remind you: there are at least twenty guns pointed at your head right now. If you move even an inch, the President's statue will have one more Avenger in its hands."
Old Hawkeye's cheek muscles twitched, and he squeezed the words through his teeth: "You bastard... so you're Red Skull's lackey!"
"To be precise, I am a direct Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., under the direct command of the President. My duty is to clean up you anti-government elements who are still clinging to the illusions of the old era."
Tobias laughed contemptuously: "In fact, there is no underground resistance organization, nor any rebel army. How could the President allow weeds to grow under his nose? From start to finish, this was just a cage prepared for you, old hawk, and I didn't expect you to take the bait so easily."
"Oh? You're also an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
A voice suddenly cut in.
Tobias was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, several gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents who had been disguised as members of the resistance organization fell to the ground one after another, each with an extra blood hole between their eyebrows.
Tobias's expression froze instantly, and he turned to look at where the shots were fired.
He saw that Darian, who had just been shot, had stood up at some point, holding a golden Desert Eagle in each hand, with wisps of white smoke rising from the muzzles.
Beside him, Wade and Wolverine also stood up, the bullet wounds on their bodies shrinking and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye until they disappeared completely.
"Fuck! Which bastard's bullet got into my gut? I feel like I'm being filled up. Wait, something seems to be coming out!"
Wade looked like he was straining hard, and a few dull-colored bullets were actually squeezed out from his butt crack.
Bang! Darian shot this disgusting guy to send him back to the fountain to respawn.
"Superpowered individual!?"
Tobias broke into a cold sweat instantly.
The target of their operation this time was only Old Hawkeye, a former Avenger. He had thought the other three were just insignificant accomplices to be cleaned up along the way. He hadn't expected Old Hawkeye to be the most ordinary person in this team.
Darian said happily: "Don't be nervous. Actually, I'm also an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. If you think about it, we're actually colleagues."
Tobias squeezed out a stiff smile: "So it's one of our own. Look at this misunderstanding. Since that's the case, I'll leave this place to you, and I won't disturb you anymore."
"Don't leave yet."
Darian pressed his muzzle against Tobias's head: "Recently, the agency is worried about HYDRA moles, so I have to ask a question. If you answer correctly, I'll let you go."
Tobias's mouth twitched. Wasn't the biggest person in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. right now the leader of HYDRA?
But out of survival instinct, he still swallowed his saliva and asked: "W-what question?"
Darian smiled: "It's very simple. What is the full name of our S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Tobias's eyes lit up. He actually knew this one!
"I know, it's Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division!"
Bang! Tobias fell to the ground.
Darian blew the smoke from the muzzle and said coldly: "Idiot, only HYDRA and Coulson can say the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D. correctly."
Everyone: "..."
Could it really be judged this way?
Wolverine turned to look at Old Hawkeye and asked curiously: "I remember you used to be an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. too. Can you say the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D. correctly?"
Old Hawkeye kept a straight face: "What division? Sorry, my memory has always been poor."
Wolverine: "..."
[Mission "Transport Goods" settlement complete]
[Received rewards: 2000 EXP, Anchor Fragment * 2, Item "Nine Dragon Power", Equipment "Blue-Flame gatling gun"]
[Item: Nine Dragon Power (Snake-type creatures can gain the potential of nine dragons upon consumption; humans can gain the potential to tackle the Olympiad upon consumption)]
[Equipment: Blue-Flame gatling gun (As the name suggests, a gatling gun that can shoot blue flames)]
Seeing the Nine Dragon Power, Darian suddenly remembered that he still had a HYDRA pet, which would be perfect for it to consume.
As for tackling the Olympiad, forget it. He didn't want to end up like the coffin pulled by nine dragons.
The Blue-Flame gatling gun could be kept. The stats weren't high, but it was cool, and that was all that mattered.
[Detected that the player has 21 Anchor Fragments. Do you want to synthesize a complete Teleportation Anchor?]
"Finally collected all the Anchor Fragments."
Darian did not hesitate and directly confirmed the synthesis.
The next instant, a special item quietly appeared in the game inventory, glowing with a faint, deep blue light.
[Item: Teleportation Anchor (Can be placed in other servers. After activation, it opens a cross-server teleportation channel. Can be teleported at any time when not in combat. Cannot be undone after use.)]
"This is great. From now on, whenever I encounter a server with potential, I can leave a way out at any time." Darian was very satisfied.
His hands were a bit itchy, wanting to try this newly acquired Teleportation Anchor.
It was just a pity that the potential of the current server could be seen at a glance, and it wasn't worth using this hard-won Teleportation Anchor. Since he only had one Teleportation Anchor now, he naturally had to save it for a server with more potential.
"What now? We seem to have gotten into big trouble. That guy Red Skull definitely won't let us off easily."
Wolverine looked at the room full of corpses and felt a headache coming on.
He was only hired by Old Hawkeye to be a guide and hadn't intended to offend Red Skull, the current President of America.
One had to know that the American government controlled by Red Skull was almost one of the largest forces in this wasteland World. Offending him meant there would be no peace for him in the future.
For Wolverine, who just wanted to return to a peaceful life, this was absolutely terrible.
Darian waved his hand indifferently: "Simple. Solve the source of the problem, and the problem will naturally disappear."
Afraid of being retaliated against, so kill the person first?
Wolverine's eyelid twitched: "I said I don't want to cause trouble, and I won't extend my claws."
"Don't worry, we won't force you. This matter didn't have much to do with you in the first place."
Darian patted Wolverine on the shoulder, looking very understanding.
But then, he changed the subject: "However, I don't know if Red Skull himself thinks that way. What if he's a petty person who decides to keep you in mind, and keeps your family in mind too? While you're eating, sleeping, or going to the bathroom, a group of armed thugs secretly breaks into your home, and then..."
"Stop talking! I'll fucking do it!"
Wolverine interrupted Darian, his face dark.
Since things had come to this, if Red Skull didn't die, he probably wouldn't be able to eat a peaceful meal or sleep a peaceful sleep after he went back.
"Count me in. That son of a bitch Red Skull, I'm going to shoot his skull face to pieces!"
Old Hawkeye gritted his teeth.
He hadn't expected that all his efforts during this time were actually a setup by Red Skull.
With new hatred and old grudges piled together, his hatred for Red Skull had reached its peak. One of them had to die.
Darian raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure your eyes are okay?"
"To tell you the truth, I once learned skills from Daredevil for a while. My sensory abilities are stronger than ordinary people's, and I can easily judge the position of people around me."
Old Hawkeye looked confident, which would have been perfect if he wasn't speaking to thin air.
Darian turned off his Silent Step skill and shook his head: "It's still a distance away from Lawyer Matt's sensitive sensory abilities. It's enough to deal with small fries, but it's risky if you run into a powerful villain. Forget it, for the sake of you being the gatekeeper of the Immortal Alliance, I'll give you a gift."
Old Hawkeye was confused about why Darian's voice was behind him when a cold little bottle was shoved into his hand.
[Item: Vision Potion (Drop into eyes to restore vision, eliminate eye diseases, and say goodbye to glasses)]
Old Hawkeye clutched the bottle in a daze: "What is this?"
"Eye drops. It can let you see things again."
"What!?"
Old Hawkeye's expression changed. Almost without hesitation, he immediately unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and dripped a few drops into his eyes.
The moment the potion touched his eyeballs, a trace of coolness mixed with a slight burning sensation spread out.
He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the blurry and dim World before him seemed to have been washed by clear water. Outlines, light, and colors emerged gradually from the haze, finally condensing into a clear scene.
The long-lost vision surged back like a tide, impacting his almost forgotten perception.
"I... can see. I really can see!"
Old Hawkeye's voice was a bit hoarse.
For an archer, losing vision is almost equivalent to having half a life taken away.
Especially for a superhero like Old Hawkeye, it was comparable to a devastating blow. Even a small fry could step on him a few times, and only he himself understood the bitterness and unwillingness in it.
And now, he could finally see again!
"Thank you, Darian."
Old Hawkeye looked at Darian, his expression serious.
This help was no less than giving him a second life.
Darian waved his hand: "Small thing. From now on, you're the gatekeeper of the Immortal Alliance."
Old Hawkeye laughed: "Alright, I guarantee I'll watch the gate tightly. Not even a fly will be able to fly in."
With his vision restored, he had returned to his peak state. Although his physical strength was slightly weaker, his sensory abilities had been further enhanced.
"By the way, have you seen my box?"
Old Hawkeye looked around but didn't find his box filled with Super Soldier Serum.
Darian kept a straight face: "No. Wolverine, did you see it?"
"Uh... I didn't either."
Wolverine shook his head, his expression slightly stiff.
In fact, he had seen with his own eyes that Darian had just swiped the box right in front of Old Hawkeye.
But he had never wanted to cause trouble, especially with a petty guy like Darian. Being targeted by him was even more terrifying than Red Skull, so he decisively chose to shut up.
Red Skull's residence was located in the center of New Babylon.
The attack fifty years ago had long since reduced that white presidential suite in D.C. to ruins.
So Red Skull rebuilt a presidential suite in New Babylon, following the same design. In the plaza in front, a giant statue of himself stood, holding the HYDRA flag high in its hand.
The defense here was extremely tight. The towering walls were connected to high-voltage currents, and there was a sentry tower every fifty meters, shining strong lights on every inch of the corners. Even the purest-blooded Black person would instantly turn white if hit by the light.
Inside the walls, patrol teams rotated 24 hours a day. Soldiers were fully armed, their steps uniform, patrolling back and forth along fixed routes.
Armed helicopters circled overhead from time to time, leaving almost no blind spots.
The building itself was more like a fortress. The windows were all covered with explosion-proof glass, and all entrances were equipped with several identity verification procedures. Any abnormality would trigger a chain alarm, completely locking down the entire presidential suite.
It could be said that the possibility of sneaking into this fortress was almost zero.
But for Darian and his team, that wasn't much of a problem.
Because they had no intention of going through the surface at all.