Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 138 The Destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Steve reattached the shield to his left forearm, stepped forward with his right foot, lowered his shoulder, and charged forward with the shield as his spearhead.

His fighting style was extremely simple: the edge of his shield slammed into the chest of the foremost enhanced warrior, sending the opponent staggering several steps backward.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the back of his shield slammed into the temple of another warrior who was lunging at him from the side.

"Follow my rhythm!" he shouted in a deep voice as he used his shield to continuously block fists coming from three directions at the same time.

Jessica has readjusted her pace.

Instead of charging in and smashing everything like before, she used the gap created by Steve's block to cut in from the side of his shield.

A right punch landed, an arc of electricity exploded, and a soldier fell to the ground. A left hook followed, and another soldier fell.

Each time her gloves made contact with her target, they emitted a very brief but extremely dazzling blue flash.

The enhanced warriors who are hit will convulse violently as if they have been hit head-on by a high-voltage stun gun, and after a moment they will foam at the mouth and completely lose their fighting ability.

After several rounds of offense and defense, the two quickly developed a very smooth working relationship.

Steve drew all the frontal fire.

Each time the shield moved, it left a firing window just big enough for Jessica to rush in and throw a punch.

When enemies try to flank from the side, the remaining spider silk that Peter left on the corridor ceiling will become a tripwire for them.

These spider webs will trip them up, giving Jessica enough time to turn around and deliver a follow-up punch.

Before long, the corridor was filled with enhanced warriors lying haphazardly, their bodies still twitching slightly.

The green skin gleamed eerily under the dim red emergency lights.

The last two enhanced warriors stood side by side at the end of the corridor, letting out low, hoarse roars, their limbs on the ground as if preparing for a final charge.

Jessica didn't give them that chance.

She slammed her fists together again in front of her, and this time the arc of electricity on her gauntlets was brighter than ever before, so bright that it turned the entire corridor a ghastly white.

She lowered her body and charged forward, leaping into the air less than two meters from the last two enhanced warriors, throwing both fists forward simultaneously.

Two clumps of electricity detached from the front of the boxing gloves, transforming into two thick blue arcs of electricity.

Each of them made an extremely tricky arc in the air, and then pierced the chests of the two enhanced warriors.

They didn't even have time to howl before they fell backward onto their backs.

Jessica landed, her knees slightly bent to absorb the impact, and after standing up, she didn't look back at the two still-smoking bodies.

She strode to the closed door at the end of the corridor, pulled her fists back, and then punched them out simultaneously.

With a loud bang, the hinges and lock of the thickened explosion-proof door broke simultaneously.

The entire door flew inwards, crashing into the wooden bookshelf in the office and knocking the bookshelf and the hardcover books on it that were never read to the ground.

She stepped over the doorway and saw Peter standing next to the desk.

Alexander Pierce was tightly bound by spider silk.

He was wrapped up from head to toe like a white rice dumpling, with only his face, twisted and deformed with anger and fear, showing.

Peter heard the door being smashed open, turned around, and waved to Jessica.

Steve followed him into the office, glanced at Pierce who was tied up and unable to move on the floor, walked over, and knelt down in front of him.

His voice was deep, carrying a coldness that had been suppressed for a long time but had never erupted.

"I never imagined that Hydra had been hiding so well."

"But that's enough for now. Today, I will wipe you all out completely!"

Pierce looked up, staring at Steve with his eyes still covered in cobwebs, and suddenly let out an extremely unpleasant laugh.

"You are a Hydra agent, Captain America, Steve Rogers."

"You, your accomplice Nick Fury, and Melinda—you are the remnants of Hydra!"

"I have a complete file that proves you, Steve Rogers, are the highest-ranking Hydra mole planted within S.H.I.E.L.D. —"

Jessica stepped over from the side, her right fist striking her left palm with a dull thud.

Her lips were twitching downwards, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her voice was filled with obvious impatience.

"Let me punch you first, and then you can interrogate me at your leisure."

Peter leaped out from behind the desk, his hands waving rapidly in the air.

"Jessica—wait a minute, wait a minute, when you were hitting those guys in the hallway, you didn't control the current intensity well, and two of them are still twitching—"

"This is a crucial intelligence source. If I accidentally kill her with one punch, Agent Melinda will be gone forever —"

"And there's still a lot of information to ask; that Hydra is very well hidden!"

"What did you say, you stinky spider?"

Jessica's gaze instantly shifted from Pierce to Peter's face.

She turned around, put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice a full notch.

"What do you mean I don't know how to control my strength? So what if you're a little stronger than me? What good is being strong if you're just afraid to use it!"

"No, that's not what we're talking about right now. Don't be like that. We're not at school now. Let's just listen to Captain America—"

Peter's voice grew softer and softer, but his neck turned increasingly red.

He instinctively took half a step back, his back hitting the edge of the desk with a dull thud.

Steve ignored the two young men arguing beside him.

He reached out and grabbed the thick layer of spider silk on Pierce's shoulder, lifting him off the ground to eye level with him.

His eyes met the other person's through the mask, his voice calm but every word sounded frozen.

"I'll ask you one more time, how many people within S.H.I.E.L.D. are actually Hydra agents?"

Pierce opened his mouth.

Before a single word could even escape his throat, Peter suddenly interjected from the side.

"Captain! Wait a minute."

Steve turned his head, frowned, and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Peter walked over to the office chair where Pierce had been sitting, bent down, and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

The computer screen on the desk was lit up, and the desktop was stuck on the automatic screensaver image.

"This guy was probably just preparing to transfer all the data when the attack below happened so suddenly that he didn't have time."

"If I could just find everything on his computer, it would be more reliable than what he says."

"I did pretty well in this area; I even invented the first-generation spider silk projectile myself in the school's lab."

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As he spoke, he pulled out the keyboard, hovering his ten fingers above the touchpad and keyboard, and began to operate rapidly.

He first tried to bypass the system lock screen password but failed.

Pierce's computer had a higher security level than he had expected, with several dynamic encrypted redirects built into the system.

He frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Okay."

Then he reached into the tactical pocket on his belt, pulled out a black cube no bigger than half a palm, and placed it on the computer case.

A light green indicator light appeared on the side of the black cube, flashing on and off, and then the lock screen on the screen directly switched to the desktop in less than a moment.

Peter sighed softly, his tone tinged with resentment.

"I originally wanted to unlock it myself, but in the end I used the universal hacker that Baron gave me. This thing is just too overpowered."

"Well done, Peter."

Steve casually tossed Pierce back to the ground. Pierce's back hit the marble floor with a muffled groan, but he couldn't even roll over now.

Then Steve walked to his desk and looked down at the screen that was filled with densely packed documents.

"I'm not very good at this kind of thing. Just tell me directly, is the answer we need in there?"

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"The data here is already being transmitted back to Umbrella in sync. As for the Hydra list you requested—"

Peter clicked the mouse to open a folder containing hundreds of personnel files, each with a photo, name, job title, and the specific date of joining Hydra.

He turned the screen toward Steve: "I've retrieved a portion from the catalog; you can take a look first."

Steve leaned down, his gaze scanning line by line from the top of the file on the screen.

In the healthcare industry, several hospital directors who rank among the top in the United States are prominently featured on the list.

An executive at one of the world's largest automakers.

As a politician, he recognized at least two faces in the Senate.

Bankers, lawyers, doctors, and even gang leaders—the list is far broader than he imagined.

Based on these materials, Hydra was not eliminated after the war at all.

Instead, it has infiltrated every capillary in every country around the world in a far more covert and profound way than during the Red Skull era.

They no longer wear uniforms or carry flags; instead, they put on suits, sit on board the board, and walk into the Capitol.

This is far more terrifying than the blatant enemies of the past.

He took a deep breath and straightened up.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is finished.

Finding everyone on the list from these ruins will not be a matter of just one or two days.

This will be a protracted war that lasts for years or even decades.

He wasn't even sure if he had the time to fight this battle.

But he has to fight.

He turned around, ready to pick up Pierce from the ground and take him away.

Then he saw Pierce's body rolling in an extremely unnatural way toward the window that Peter had just smashed.

He used tiny movements of his shoulders and knees to inching himself toward the window, until he was less than half a meter away from the broken floor-to-ceiling glass.

The next moment, he sprang up like a shrimp and fell through the broken window.

"He's going to commit suicide, Peter!"

As Steve roared, a black figure flipped over the desk, moving so fast that only a blur could be seen with the naked eye.

Peter lunged to the window, leaning his upper body out and swinging his right hand downwards.

A strand of spider silk shot out from the launcher on his wrist and precisely stuck to Pierce, who was already falling into the air.

He pulled Pierce up from mid-air with a flick of his wrist, then threw him onto the office floor with a thud.

"That was close, that guy almost died."

The moment Peter looked down at Pierce, he immediately shouted, "Captain, something's wrong with this guy's face!"

Steve and Jessica came over, only to see that Pierce's entire face had turned bluish-purple.

White foam with a strong almond scent kept bubbling from the corners of his mouth.

Its pupils were completely dilated, and its body, bound by spider silk, twitched slightly a few times before becoming completely still.

Steve crouched down, pressed on Pierce's carotid artery for a moment, then stood up and gently shook his head.

"He probably swallowed the suicide poison the moment he decided to roll toward the window."

Peter stood beside Pierce's body, looking down at the face that had completely lost its life.

His expression was calm as he simply snapped the web-shooter back onto his wrist.

He tightened the nylon buckle on his wristband, then looked up at Steve, waiting for his next command.

Steve reached out and patted him on the shoulder. This young man had probably not been a candidate for Hellsword for very long.

But he has clearly seen enough darkness and learned how to manage his emotions.

"Let's go down." Steve turned around and fastened his shield again.

"There are only five people left in this building who are not Hydra."

"Clean this place up tonight."

"Yes," Jessica and Peter replied simultaneously.

The three of them started from the top floor and proceeded down floor by floor.

Jessica and Peter followed behind Steve, one on each side, the arcs of electricity from their boxing gloves and the hissing of spider silk echoing in every corridor and office.

Steve didn't give any more detailed tactical instructions, because after the battle in the corridor, the three of them no longer needed to say anything more.

Shields blocked the way, electric currents knocked down targets on the sides, and spider silk sealed off all those trying to escape.

When they stormed into the room where S.H.I.E.L.D. was holding criminals, they found that the guards inside had already been killed.

The next moment, a pistol suddenly appeared and was pressed against Steve's temple.

"Captain of Hydra, Stephen Rogers."

The person with the gun was Melinda, who had escaped from the prison and eliminated all the guards.

She glanced at the two people outside the door and asked with some doubt, "Members of the Hellsword?"

Judging from the markings on their clothes, they are indeed from the Hellfire Sword, but their attire is different from that of the other team members.

Peter immediately replied, "That's right, Jessica and I are both candidates for the Hellsword Squad!"

As he spoke, he proudly puffed out his chest to show off the mark.

Jessica tapped Peter on the head, a little annoyed: "Can you please stop mentioning my name every time you introduce someone?"

"You know, magic exists in this world. What if a dark wizard uses your name to place a curse?"

"Ah! But isn't this person one of our own? I've seen him at school before."

Peter felt a little wronged. Melinda had been a teacher at the Umbrella School for a while, and he and Jessica had actually met each other before.

Melinda hesitated for a moment before saying, "Jessica and Peter Parker?"

"That's right, it's us, Ms. Melinda!" Peter shouted happily.

Although Jessica wasn't wearing a helmet, she had put on a pair of tech glasses to cover half of her face, which is why Melinda didn't recognize her at first.

"I see." Melinda then put away her gun.

Steve asked with some curiosity, "You trust Lee En that much?"

He remained motionless after the gun was pointed at his head to avoid giving Melinda any reason to misunderstand.

After all, Melinda was arrested as soon as he left S.H.I.E.L.D., so it's normal for him to have some thoughts.

What I didn't expect was that Melinda dispelled her doubts after confirming Jessica and Peter's identities.

Melinda gave a slight smirk: "Now I only trust him."

"Let's go, let's clean this place up quickly."

After saying that, she took the gun and walked outside.

Steve didn't mind, waved to the two children, and cleared a path with his shield.

Bright's squad remained firmly stationed at the main entrance, blocking anyone trying to escape the building from the lobby.

They had long since run out of ammunition and were now using weapons they had seized from the enemy.

A bullet grazed Bright's left shoulder, but he didn't bandage it or even look down at the wound.

He simply rested the gun on the overturned desk and continued firing at the still-flickering gunfire in the darkness ahead.

The battle continued into the night.

As Steve led Jessica and Peter out of the building's main entrance, Melinda, Sharon Carter, and three other agents also came out.

Bright was sitting on the steps, stacking empty magazines one by one beside him.

He looked up and saw the captain walk out of the door, stand up, his heels touching, and his back straight.

Steve walked up to him, reached out and pressed his hand on the top of his helmet, gently pushing it down, without saying a word.

He glanced back at the S.H.I.E.L.D. building established by Carter and said, "Let's call it a day and head back to Umbrella Academy."

Recalling the Hydra list spread across the world, Steve knew there was still much to be done.

His feud with Hydra must be settled.