The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 587, 1090, and 1091: Farewell and Attack
At first, Hitwell was not very cooperative and tried to bluff his way out, speaking hesitantly and his eyes darting back and forth, clearly extremely unwilling to leave such solid video evidence.

But Black Widow didn't give him any chance to cheat or slack off.

She didn't even use any instruments of torture.

He simply stepped forward and, using professional interrogation techniques, applied a precise and brief pressure to a nerve plexus at the back of the man's neck. At the same time, he whispered a few words in his ear, only the two of them could hear, offering gentle reminders about "being sent to a Siberian Gulag concentration camp" and "the aftereffects of the nerve toxin injection"...

Hitwell's face instantly turned from white to pale, and the cold sweat that had just dried on his forehead poured down.

He knew all too well how cruel Black Widow's torture methods were.

So he decisively gave up resisting, collapsed to the ground, and, facing Black Widow's phone camera, almost verbatim repeated his previous statements about Project Insight, Arnim Zola's algorithm, target selection, and the Sky Helicopter elimination mission.

After recording was complete, Black Widow carefully checked the video files and backups to ensure everything was in order before nodding to Captain America behind her.

A moment later, the three arrived at the street below the building.

The time to say goodbye has come.

Black Widow walked up to Captain America, looked up at her tall, upright, sometimes 'outdated' but always trustworthy comrade, her eyes filled with undisguised worry. "Captain, be careful. We're all waiting for you to come back."

"Don't worry." Captain America gave her a confident smile and waved, trying to dispel the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Then he yanked open the car door, shoved the terrified Hitchwell into the passenger seat, and went around to the other side to get into the driver's seat.

boom--

The car engine started, emitting a low roar, and quickly merged into the traffic on the street ahead, soon becoming a blurry black dot.

Black Widow stood alone on the empty street, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair and the hem of her clothes.

She stared in the direction the car had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

Somehow, despite Captain America's confident demeanor and despite their seemingly compromised backup plan,

But the ominous premonition in her heart did not diminish; instead, it grew stronger and stronger, like ink spreading and deepening in clear water.

It was as if an invisible spider web was quietly tightening, and Captain America, like a moth drawn to a flame, fearlessly rushed towards the center of that web.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the phone in her pocket. It contained a cruel truth that could ignite the world, and perhaps this could give Captain America some leverage for safety?

…………

……

The afternoon sun pierced through the clouds, casting dappled shadows of varying brightness on the straight, dark gray asphalt road.

An unremarkable black Chevrolet sedan maintained a steady speed amidst the constant flow of traffic, heading towards the location of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Captain Rogers, I'll say it again... Commissioner Fury hates leakers the most!"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Hitwell feigned a lost and dejected look, his hands gripping his thighs tightly. His signature bald head was covered in fine beads of sweat, glistening in the sunlight.

He deliberately hunched his neck, his eyes darting around, but his voice was filled with a deliberately constructed fear and unease, like a frightened quail, seemingly very reluctant to go with Captain America to S.H.I.E.L.D. to surrender.

"If he knew that I violated the confidentiality agreement and told you the inside story of Project Insight... he would either snap my neck with his own hands or throw me into some dark, sunless prison to spend the rest of my life!"

However, that was not what he thought. As Alexander Pierce's confidant and a loyal Hydra agent, he knew very well that if Captain America went directly to S.H.I.E.L.D. to 'surrender', it would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

His superior, Alexander Pierce, would never give Captain America the opportunity to threaten the "Insight Project," which was already in its final stages.

Therefore, in his view, Captain America's move to 'surrender' to S.H.I.E.L.D. was incredibly stupid, but he was happy to see it happen.

However, in order not to arouse Captain America's suspicion, he could not reveal his true thoughts. He could only pretend to be timid and anxious because he was afraid of being punished for leaking secrets.

As for the effect of doing this... it's obvious!
Captain America gripped the steering wheel firmly, his sharp gaze fixed on the road ahead. Hearing Sitwell's tearful complaint, a slight smile played on his lips as he teased her:
"Relax, Hitwell, you already said that on the rooftop."

"Moreover, Nick Fury is currently missing and his fate is unknown... You don't need to worry too much about his 'personal punishment' for the time being."

"Oh, by the way, I heard that S.H.I.E.L.D. is currently under the temporary management of Chairman Alexander Pierce, which means he has the authority to suspend Project Insight?"

Upon hearing this, Sitwell almost without thinking, bursting into a sneer. The fearful expression on his face was instantly replaced by a mixture of superiority and disdain. He shook his bald head vigorously and said, "Captain, I advise you to stop daydreaming!"

"Project Insight is top secret. No one has the right to stop it without Director Fury's personal order or the joint authorization of all members of the Security Council!"

"Moreover, Project Insight has now entered its final critical phase, with three brand-new 'Insight' type 'Sky Helicopters' about to take to the skies. That's a mega-project costing over a hundred billion dollars... Do you think Chairman Pierce would so easily halt this grand plan concerning the future of global security based solely on the testimony of a wanted criminal suspected of murdering the director of 'S.H.I.E.L.D.'?"

He glanced at the captain, his tone clearly sarcastic: "And, Captain, with your current awkward status as a 'wanted criminal,' you probably can't even get through the doors of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, let alone see Chairman Pierce."

"I bet you'll be surrounded by swarms of agents before you even get past the DNA scanner at the door, and then sent straight to some secret prison that you can't even find on a map, where you'll never see the light of day again!"

"I know……"

To Sitwell's surprise, Captain America seemed completely unconcerned about his earlier 'threat,' speaking in a calm and casual tone, as if discussing what to have for dinner.

"That's why I brought you along, Agent Sitwell... I'll use your high-level privileges to bypass the DNA security scanning system at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters."

Captain America's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resolute determination that made Sitwell, who was secretly gloating beside him, feel a sudden tightness in his chest.

"...Then, we'll go straight into the hangar of Project Insight. After I personally destroy that damned 'satellite positioning real-time elimination system' on those three 'Sky Carriers,' I'll go and have a good 'chat' with Chairman Pierce about the cause and effect of this matter."

"What? You...you're insane?!" Hitwell's eyes widened suddenly, the color draining from his face, this time revealing genuine shock.

He was horrified by Captain America's simple, brutal, almost suicidal plan and the deadly consequences it would bring. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scream, "Captain Rogers, this idea is absolutely terrible! It's stupid! It's insane! You'll kill us all! I absolutely won't..."

Captain America didn't refute, but listened quietly, though a faint smile played on his lips.

However, just as Sitwell was trying to persuade Captain America to abandon this dangerous plan, a dull, thud like a giant hammer struck came from the roof of the car without warning!

boom!
As if a heavy object had fallen from above, the entire metal panel of the roof dented inwards instantly, emitting a sickening metallic twisting sound.

Crash-! ! !
Immediately afterwards, a silver mechanical arm, gleaming with a cold metallic luster and extremely precise structure, violently shattered the windshield and reached into the car through countless spiderweb-like cracks.

Then, his five fingers spread open like steel clamps and he grabbed the steering wheel that the captain was holding with perfect precision.

"What???" Captain America's pupils contracted sharply. His superhuman reflexes caused his muscles to tense instantly, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

But the owner of that mechanical arm was obviously stronger and faster. He suddenly pulled upwards, and with a 'crack,' the entire steering wheel was forcibly pulled off the dashboard.

Then, using the reaction force from pulling the steering wheel, the Winter Soldier on the roof nimbly leaped backward, landing precisely on the roof of a modified Hummer that had quietly followed behind.

"What the hell?!" Captain America reacted immediately, and almost the instant the steering wheel slipped from his hands, his right foot reflexively slammed onto the brake pedal.

However, just as he was about to step on the brakes, the modified Hummer behind him crashed straight into him.

boom! ! !
The modified Hummer behind, resembling a steel behemoth, roared furiously as it accelerated, its front end slamming into the rear of the Chevrolet sedan like a battering ram.

The immense impact caused the car to instantly lose control. Because it had lost the steering wheel, even though Captain America slammed on the brakes, the vehicle still lost its direction in the violent collision.

Like a spinning top being whipped, the out-of-control car lurched forward with tremendous kinetic energy, its tires screeching as they rubbed against the ground. Then, the car swung uncontrollably and crashed into the concrete median strip on the side of the road.

Boom!
boom!
Boom!

A series of heart-stopping crashes and rolls ensued as the car slammed into the median strip, sending it flying into the air and tumbling at least one and a half times. Glass, parts, and debris flew everywhere like a shower of petals.

"Come here! Hold on to me!"

In the split second as the vehicle tumbled and rolled, Captain America roared, his voice still clear amidst the rolling and shattering sounds. His left hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbing Sitwell by the collar, who was stunned by the sudden attack and could only let out meaningless screams. He pulled Sitwell tightly to his side, while his right hand had already formed the Vibranium Shield around his body.

boom!
Captain America raised his right foot and kicked the completely deformed car door hard, causing it to fall off with a crash.

The two then leaped into the air, clinging tightly to the shields, using the car door as a makeshift 'sled,' and as the vehicle rolled and landed, they were propelled out of the carriage like cannonballs by the immense inertia.

Zi La La——

The car door rubbed violently against the rough asphalt road, producing a series of dazzling sparks and teeth-grinding noises.

The two were as if pressed to the ground by an invisible giant hand, sliding along the road and leaving a skid mark that was more than ten meters long before finally coming to a stop.

Car parts and acrid gunpowder smoke filled the air.

"Quick! Find a place to hide!"

Captain America shoved aside the terrified and limp Sitwell beside him, then nimbly rolled over and knelt down to steady himself, his vibranium shield always in front of him.

He quickly scanned his surroundings and instantly pinpointed the source of the threat.

On the hood of a modified Hummer that had suddenly stopped not far away, a tall figure stood like the Grim Reaper.

The other person was dressed in a black special operations uniform, which outlined a lean and explosive physique. He wore a black mask that covered the lower half of his face, and his long, dark brown hair swayed slightly in the shockwave from the car explosion.

However, what is most striking is the opponent's silver left arm, which is entirely made of metal machinery and reflects a cold light under the sunlight.

However, because he was wearing a mask, Captain America did not recognize that the other person was Bucky Barnes, his good brother who had fought alongside him through thick and thin!

As Captain America looked at the Winter Soldier, the latter expressionlessly took a fully loaded grenade launcher from a bald, muscular man in a black combat uniform who had just jumped out of the passenger seat of a Humvee.

"Damn it... Danger! Get down!"

Captain America's pupils constricted as he roared at Sitwell, who had just scrambled to hide behind the wreckage of an overturned car. At the same time, he forcefully raised the Vibranium Shield in front of him, lowered his center of gravity, and rooted himself firmly to the ground like a rock.

This is the most effective defensive posture that he summarized and honed from countless battles during World War II.

But almost at the same instant he completed his defensive stance!

boom! ! !
The next second, the Winter Soldier pulled the trigger, and a 40mm high-explosive grenade, trailing a thin white smoke, struck the Vibranium Shield with incredible precision at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out!
The orange-red fireball instantly engulfed Captain America's location, and a violent shockwave, barely perceptible to the naked eye, spread out in a ring, sweeping away the dust and small debris from the surrounding road.

Although the indestructible Vibranium shield absorbed most of the explosive force and shrapnel, causing no damage to Captain America behind it, the terrifying kinetic energy generated by the explosion still could not be completely neutralized.

Captain America felt an irresistible force, like a tidal wave, coming from his shield.

boom!
He was thrown backward violently, shield and all, as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.

His body went completely out of control in mid-air, tracing a brief parabola before crashing heavily into an electronics store by the roadside like a cannonball, causing a chaotic commotion of collapsing shelves and shattering glass.

"Target has entered the building... Group A, Group B, crossfire to suppress the exit! Group C, follow me! Maintain formation and eliminate the remaining enemies!"

Without any command from the Winter Soldier, the other bald, muscular men who got out of the Hummer were clearly all well-trained assassins.

They quickly dispersed, forming pairs, their automatic rifles spitting deadly flames in the direction Captain America had crashed down.

(End of this chapter)