Chapter 2599

"Nice to meet you, Sergeant Fury," a tall man walked up and shook hands with Nick. His handsome face was like a knife-cut and axe-chiseled under the dim light, and those deep blue eyes seemed to contain the light of justice for the whole world.

"Long time no see, Captain America. Did the speech in Tennessee go smoothly? Did you tell our people the good news that dawn is coming?"

"The speech went smoothly, but I didn't bring them any good news," Captain America shook his head and said, "You know, the unified tone now is that we still need help."

"Yes, I understand," Nick said, "If we can't send troops, then providing some funds is fine. Even if only 1% can be used for real war, your efforts will not be in vain."

Captain America appeared a bit awkward, and there was always an indelible worry between his brows, but he still said, "I heard you needed my help, so I pushed aside all my work and came over immediately."

"Thank you very much," Nick turned and walked into the room, saying, "About two days ago, we monitored an abnormal signal inside a base suspected to be where Hydra stores atomic bombs. That kind of signal is very regular, and it might be simulating a missile launch."

Captain America immediately became nervous, and Nick immediately brought another piece of bad news. He said, "Just last night, we monitored another unusual signal, different from all previous ones. The time was later, breaking the previous regularity. We think this might be a sign that they have some plans."

Captain America's face could be described as pale. He walked quickly to the sofa and said, "Then what are we waiting for here? Hurry up and attack that base, stop their launch plan, and absolutely cannot let the nuclear bomb fall on the heads of innocent people..."

"Do you know who the owner of that base is?" Nick asked.

Captain America stared at him, and Nick also turned his head to look at him and said, "Red Skull Schmidt."

Nick looked away, put his hands on the armrests, crossed his legs, and said, "Everyone says he is your mortal enemy. In the process of fighting him, you never let him get the upper hand, so I invited you here. How do you plan to deal with him?"

Captain America sat opposite Nick, leaned his body forward, looked at Nick with those blue eyes, and said, "I have to confess the truth to you, Sergeant Fury. The several great victories I supposedly achieved in raids against Hydra were basically performances supported by military intelligence. I didn't really defeat Schmidt."

Nick didn't look surprised at all. He said, "I can't hide it from you either. Actually, I had guessed it long ago, because with the methods in those news reports, it's impossible for you to defeat this group of Hydra."

"I just want to know now," Nick also leaned his body forward, looking into Captain America's eyes from a closer distance, and said, "Whether you really have the ability to do what is exaggerated in the news."

"Actually, I can," Captain America pursed his lips and said, "The ability they reported about me is not fake. I am a product of the Super Soldier Serum and possess strength far beyond ordinary people."

"It's just that I can't really go to the battlefield, you understand? They need a great propagandist in a safe position, so I must always be in an advantageous position and absolutely cannot fail."

"But you are not reconciled to this," Nick said, "This is why you came here. You don't want to just be a mascot, you want to truly defeat those evil people."

Pain appeared on Captain America's face. He said, "Yes, even if this might make me lose everything, I've had enough of such days of being manipulated. I want to be a real hero."

Nick straightened his body, sighed, and said, "Then I think we can talk. First tell me what abilities you have, and I can arrange a combat plan for you based on the intelligence I have."

Jones walked down the stairs. She looked at Nick and said, "Felix has slept, his condition has improved a lot, I think we can..."

Just at this moment, noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Nick immediately stopped Jones from wanting to speak. Captain America had excellent hearing. He stood up with a swoosh, looked at Nick, and said, "Secret police, they stopped on this floor, they might be coming for you..."

"Quick... prepare to transfer!!!"

A group of people in the room immediately acted like ants before a great flood, orderly but slightly flustered, packing things up. Jones helped Felix onto the wheelchair, Jonathan helped her on the side, and Dino was taking other people to transfer important equipment.

Bang, bang, bang, it was less like knocking on the door and more like ramming the door. Nick looked back and said to everyone else, "You take the equipment and go first, Steve and I will stay."

The two of them looked at each other. Nick said with a bit of luck, "Then let me see your skills, Captain America. I hope you are not a boaster."

Captain America gave a light hum, picked up his shield, and narrowed his eyes.

Everyone else transferred to the No. 2 base they had prepared. That was in the cellar of a bar in the same district. They acted as people of various professions at the fastest speed, first dispersing, and then gathering at the same location via different routes.

Nick and Captain America soon joined them. The two didn't look like they had any injuries, but both appeared a bit tired. Obviously, that group of people who chased them was also not easy to deal with. Nick's face turned black, he slapped his gun on the table, and said, "They are not just simple Gestapo, I'm afraid they are Hydra."

"Are you sure the people you arranged at the base weren't discovered by Red Skull?" Captain America looked at him and asked.

"Red Skull is gradually losing Hitler's trust. He is now unable to take care of himself. If it weren't for a sense of crisis, how could he practice missile launches in advance? This proves that things are almost at the stage of taking final measures."

"Then how did they find you?"

Nick naturally had a suspect in his heart. The only person who had been to that base in the past few days was Shiler, but his suspicion was quickly dispelled because another group of people found the No. 2 base.

This base was also found by them after half a year of layout. There were almost no dangerous factors around, and the evacuation routes had been practiced hundreds of times. It was impossible to be followed, but Hydra still found it quickly. This time, Nick and Captain America, who stayed behind to clean up the mess, didn't get away so easily.

Nick was shot in the shoulder. When Captain America helped him to the suburban base, blood had already stained half of his body.

Nick was cursing in a low voice. He really couldn't understand how these people found him.

"This won't work," Nick, whose face was a bit pale, ignored Jones who was bandaging him, stood up from the chair, and said, "Someone found us, but didn't want our lives. This proves that everything still has room for negotiation. I have to find a way to talk to them."

"No, you can't take risks," Jones said. "The locations of these bases were all chosen by you. If the other party can find them, it proves that he knows you very well, at least knows the rules of your planning secret bases. If you take risks yourself, I'm afraid you are falling into his trap."

"But I must do this," Nick roared. Obviously, the huge pressure made him go crazy.

The subsequent four transfers left everyone with injuries. If this continued, the plan to raid Red Skull's missile base would never be completed. No matter how strong Captain America was, he couldn't rush into the base alone and knock everyone down. He at least needed a logistics team, and now this room full of old, weak, sick, and disabled people obviously couldn't do anything.

The eyeliner Nick ambushed among the high-level German military had been sending back intelligence. The situation was obviously becoming more and more tense. According to the informant, Hitler had summoned his intelligence personnel more than once. He began to show that he didn't trust anyone, and looked at everyone as if they were Soviet moles.

Clatter, clatter, clatter, there was another strange sound outside the door, and this time it was less than half a day since the last transfer. Everyone else almost showed a look of despair.

After all, the other party seemed to have opened the God's perspective. No matter how secretly they transferred to a remote base, the other party could catch up in at most one day. This was simply impossible.

Of course, Nick wasn't without suspicion that there was a mole among their people, but the problem was which base to transfer to, even Nick was randomly drawing lots. The mole couldn't know. Sometimes even halfway through, Nick would temporarily change his decision. After landing, everyone gathered in a hall, and every move was under Nick's nose. No one had the opportunity to pass information out. How did the other party know?

"They transferred again," Eric held a small signal receiving machine and said, "This time they went south."

"Will it be far enough to get out of your signal monitoring range?"

"My signal monitoring range is the whole Earth."

Shiler laughed and said, "Thanks to their kindness, they won't give up on little Felix. Although there is a signal jammer, obviously it can't jam you. Then just treat it as the reward for my surgery on Felix."

"I don't understand what the point is of you chasing them like this," Eric put down the machine in his hand and looked at this office. This was obviously the former Baron Zemo's office, decorated luxuriously, located in a mansion on the best street in Berlin.

Shiler shook his head and didn't speak. He estimated the time was about right, so he walked to the phone room next door.

Nick and the others had just stepped into the new base when a string of urgent phone rings sounded. Nick was startled, then realized it was the phone in a public phone booth just one street away from this base.

"Damn it, who would call a public phone?"

But Nick already had some premonitions in his heart. He let others go in first, and he went to the phone booth alone. Captain America was worried, walked to the small alley next to it, and stared at him. In case there was a sniper, he could pounce out and block the bullet at the first moment.

The phone was picked up by Nick. He heard a hoarse voice, "Good afternoon, Sergeant Nick Fury."

"Who are you? Baron Zemo?"

"I'm sorry, he has already been laid off," the mocking evil intent hidden in the other party's hoarse voice, "Call me 'Doctor'."