Under Chen Mo's guidance, after a long night of debate and planning, a new organization was secretly born.
It would answer to no nation, no government, no political agenda. Its five founding members—Chen Mo, Dr. Erskine, Colonel Phillips, Howard Stark, and Agent Carter—would form its core leadership.
Its mission: to safeguard global peace, protect Earth, and respond to threats beyond conventional warfare.
The plan was bold. The Super-Soldier Serum would be used only in strict, controlled cases—to strengthen those who had proven, beyond doubt, to be loyal and morally unshakable. For now, the only candidate was the one who still didn't know any of this—Steve Rogers. In time, he would join them fully.
Around this core, they would build an outer circle: agents and specialists to handle intelligence, logistics, and operations. For the moment, their cover and base would remain within the Strategic Scientific Reserve, using it as a foundation until they could quietly expand and operate independently.
Phillips had a handful of trusted soldiers—those would serve as their first field network.
"Protecting the planet sounds a bit dramatic, doesn't it?" Howard quipped, giving Chen Mo a skeptical look. "You've been reading too much science fiction."
"What else should we protect? America?" Chen Mo shot back, half-smiling.
He gestured around the table. "The Doctor's German, Carter's British, I'm Chinese. What do you suggest—'The Anglo-American-German-Chinese Defense Bureau'?"
Howard rolled his eyes. "Has a nice ring to it."
"Think bigger," Chen Mo said sharply. "Have a wider vision. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Got it?"
Howard scowled but had no comeback. After a long pause, he muttered, "Then at least call it the American–British–German–Chinese Bureau."
"What was that?" Chen Mo cracked his knuckles. "Didn't quite catch it."
"Nothing! Just saying… maybe we need a name," Howard blurted, wisely changing the subject.
After some laughter and back-and-forth, Chen Mo's suggestion won. The organization was officially named the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division—or simply: S.H.I.E.L.D.
Chen Mo became one of its five founding members, responsible for combat operations and leading the coming war against Hydra.
Colonel Phillips would handle logistics, command, and liaison with the U.S. government, serving as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s first Director.
Agent Carter would oversee intelligence—building a network of spies, informants, and analysts.
Dr. Erskine and Howard Stark would head research and technology, from serum refinement to weapon development and counter-Hydra engineering. Even the single-man submarine recovered from Hydra revealed their technology was decades ahead of the world.
Whenever needed, Chen Mo would join their research efforts too—much to Dr. Erskine's dismay. The scientist often complained it was a "criminal waste" to have a mind like Chen Mo's relegated to front-line combat.
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The new S.H.I.E.L.D.'s first act was to conduct the serum enhancement on Chen Mo himself.
The process went smoothly. His mental fortitude and iron will made the pain bearable, even as every nerve in his body felt like it was burning.
The original serum had amplified the human body roughly fourfold. After Chen Mo's improvements, it enhanced ordinary subjects up to five times their baseline potential. What would happen, then, to someone like him—already four times stronger than normal?
When the chamber opened, a tall, powerful figure stepped out. His already defined physique had become even more imposing—lean, perfectly proportioned, muscles rippling like tempered steel. His body exuded both explosive power and predator-like agility.
Chen Mo flexed his hands slowly, feeling the change. The serum had elevated not just his strength, but his mind.
His mental space—his inner "dimension"—had expanded; his memory and cognitive speed surged. Now, even without trying, he could recall anything he had ever seen or heard. His learning capacity had reached near-superhuman levels.
His physical abilities broke past all human limits:
• Bench press: 815 kilograms
• Vertical leap: 4 meters
• Long jump: 8 meters
• Top speed: 25 meters per second
• Bone density & regeneration: six times that of a normal man
By comparison, Steve Rogers's data showed: 680 kg bench, 3 m vertical, 6 m jump, 22 m/s sprint, and fivefold durability. Chen Mo surpassed him across every metric—faster, stronger, tougher.
Even his internal organs had strengthened: his heart pumped slower at rest but could explode into overdrive in battle; his lungs absorbed oxygen with extreme efficiency; his liver filtered toxins like a machine.
He was, in every sense, beyond human.
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After the enhancement, Chen Mo returned briefly to his dojo to make arrangements, then departed with Phillips, Carter, and Howard on a flight to London.
Their orders were clear: the Strategic Scientific Reserve would lead the Allied effort to eradicate Hydra.
Dr. Erskine, officially "dead," stayed hidden in New York, continuing serum research—trying to reduce pain and lower the extreme mental strain required for successful enhancement.
Before the fake Hydra attack, Chen Mo had wrestled with whether to involve real Hydra agents. In the end, he decided it was necessary—too much staging would look suspicious. Better to let Hydra play its part naturally, even if it meant losing a few spies in the process.
On the surface, history had unfolded as before. But behind the curtain, everything had changed.
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Upon arrival in London, the SSR team settled into a British underground base. Carter immediately linked up with MI6 for intel; Phillips coordinated with Allied command; Howard buried himself in new prototypes.
Chen Mo, seeing nothing urgent, excused himself to the washroom.
Once inside, he locked the furthest stall, scanning his surroundings. The walls were spotless—except for a faint discoloration in one corner.
A coded Hydra mark.
He touched it in a specific sequence, triggering a hidden compartment. Inside was a small paper scroll—intelligence written in cipher.
Hydra's network, fueled by Red Skull's ambition and advanced technology, had already infiltrated governments worldwide. Their web was vast, disciplined, terrifyingly efficient.
Unknown to them, Chen Mo's agents were everywhere—silent couriers who passed messages without ever knowing who they truly served.
To them, he was no one. To Hydra, he was a ghost.
And even here, in a London washroom, under layers of stone and steel, his hand reached unseen—pulling the strings of two worlds at once.