Besides <> , this was definitely the most forceful blow <> had ever received.
Let's put it this way, the force of this single blow definitely exceeded what <> was capable of before drinking the improved <> serum.
If it were before, even if <> had dodged the rain of bullets earlier, this blow would have completely dazed <>.
But now...
"BOOM!"
<>'s palm met the other person's wrist, producing a dull metallic clang.
Metallic arm, messy long hair, and a black metal covering over the mouth and nose.
It was <>'s good buddy, <>'s killing machine, the Winter Soldier - Bucky.
The fact that his full-force, twisting, chopping strike was so easily blocked didn't surprise Bucky in the slightest. Even when he'd watched Steve's flesh and blood stop a bullet at point-blank range, the brainwashed killing machine felt no emotion.
All that mattered to him was completing his mission.
Steve was still debating whether to just knock Bucky out and take him away when Bucky's metal arm, which was holding his wrist, twitched slightly.
His grip loosened, and a soft click echoed.
Only then did Steve notice that Bucky was still holding a grenade-shaped object.
Before Steve could react, the grenade-shaped object unleashed a blinding flash of white light.
Boom!
Grenades weren't a problem, even if they exploded in his hand. Not anymore.
But no matter how strong his body was now...
His eyes weren't any more resistant to brightness than a normal person's.
A close-range flash from a flashbang directly hit Qin.
Qin felt like a small sun had exploded in front of his eyes.
His eyes burned, and he cried out in pain, instinctively letting go of the grenade and covering his tear-filled eyes with his hands.
"Qin, what happened?"
Hearing Qin's cry of pain, both Lu and Zhao spoke almost at the same time.
"Damn it! My eyes are like I'm blind! Get in here and chase him, be careful, there's a guy with a metal arm, his strength and speed are beyond the limits of ordinary people."
"It's him?"
<> was stunned, who was about to go over and support, and remembered the killing machine that gave him the scar.
<> was stunned for a moment, but <> controlled the mecha and went straight into the passage.
It didn't take long to come to <>'s side.
"How are you? Are you okay?"
Afraid that <> would act recklessly if he couldn't see, <> spoke first before reaching out to protect <>.
"I'm fine, it's just that everything is white in front of me, I can't see anything!"
"To be honest."
"It's okay. Your metabolism is much faster than the average person's, so you should recover quickly. I believe you'll be able to see again in a little while!"
"It's extremely damaging to the eyes. The average person might be uncomfortable for several days, but I believe your body will be much better than the average person's."
"As long as I don't go blind is fine. After I was blinded just now, I heard two sets of footsteps, one after the other. I believe the metal arm and the other person split up and ran!"
"I'll search inside the house, and the outside is up to you!"
Before Name's voice had even faded, Name's voice came over.
Name didn't waste any time, and with a whoosh, unleashed all his firepower in the passage, flying forward.
Less than ten seconds after flying out, an explosion suddenly erupted, echoing and buzzing throughout the metal passage.
The sound should be coming from the direction <> was tracking.
Just as I was about to ask what happened, footsteps came from all around.
A gust of sweet fragrance swept over, immediately followed by a tight grip on my arm, and a soft, familiar sensation.
It was <> who had entered the secret passage, and she was supporting <>.
Only then did <>'s voice come through the earpiece.
"This Mexican drug lord exploded right in front of me. There are pieces of a timer at the scene. It should have been a timed bomb. Looks like he was silenced. It seems things are more complicated than we thought. Clint, what's the situation on your end? Did you see the metal arm?"
<>'s analysis was spot on; suicide wouldn't require a timed bomb.
"We've been played, guys. There are several secret passages here, leading in all directions. This is the real escape route! I can't determine which passage the person ran through; there aren't any traces!"
"Forget it, don't chase him, Clint. That should be the legendary Winter Soldier. I've fought him before. We're going to have a hard time dealing with him."
Clint said into the earpiece.
Now that things had come to this point, that was all they could do. Although the big drug lord was dead and the hideout had been completely uprooted, overall, their first operation could be considered a failure.
"Alright, everything's fine now. Are you alright? Is your eye still stinging?"
Leon then had time to comfort Maya.
Feeling the concern in Maya's words, smelling the faint scent of perfume, and with his arm pressed against Maya's full chest…
Compared to when he could see, it gave him even more room for imagination.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
Seeing that <> didn't speak, <> shook <>'s arm again.
<> finally snapped back to reality, a look of grievance on <>'s face.
"I'm not feeling well! My eyes are blind, my head is spinning, I can barely stand, ugh!"
With an "ugh" so exaggerated it was almost comical, <> plunged headfirst into <>'s chest.
<>'s head rubbed vigorously against the soft mounds a few times.
Then, <> relaxed completely and fainted directly in <>'s arms.
"Thump!"
<> wasn't so easily fooled. Seeing that <> was perfectly fine, and even acting like a spoiled brat…
Directly shoved <> towards the wall, letting him fall flat on the ground.
"You have no humanity!"
<> pouted and stood up, patting his butt, and began yelling into the earpiece.
"Damn it, <>, where are you? Come and get me out of here. I've saved you several times, it's time for you to repay me!"
The rest of the matter was naturally handled by others, but the appearance of the Winter Soldier cast a shadow of conspiracy over the whole affair.
<> all speculated that <> should be a tool for the organization behind the Winter Soldier to amass wealth. Only <> knew that this drug lord should be one of <>'s funding supply chains.
But whether Bucky's appearance here was a coincidence or a deliberate attempt to prevent <> from falling into their hands, only heaven knew.
The operation wasn't entirely fruitless. Although <> was dead, <> managed to find <>'s bank login records on his personal computer.
The computer hadn't been specially secured, so <> easily found the account and password by searching through the usage history.
There were five hundred million US dollars in this account. While this sum was a drop in the bucket compared to <>'s status, it was still enough to cover their expenses for quite some time.
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