With Namor's departure, the commando team had a new dynamic. Diana's inclusion filled the void of absolute power, but the team's missions had become less dangerous during Alan's absence. They had gone on several missions and, with the help of their mutant members, had completed them safely.
A few days later, Carter came back with new information.
All the members were in the conference room, waiting for Carter to speak.
"According to intelligence from one of our agents, the Red Skull has mastered an infinite energy source. According to our records, it is the Cosmic Cube from mythology. The goal of this operation is to take it back."
Carter pulled up a hand-drawn sketch of a square cube. The appearance of this thing was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.
"Finally, news about the shiny blue nightlight," Alan said excitedly. "I want to become a distinguished VIP member."
Everyone consciously ignored his madness and continued to listen as Carter explained the key points of the mission.
The meeting ended, and the task began. Late at night, everyone boarded a long-range transport plane and headed for the Hydra fortress. The enemy was not yet equipped with radar, and they easily broke through to the enemy-controlled area.
"Everyone, please pay attention. Our goal is to seize the Cosmic Cube. Once we succeed, we must evacuate according to the plan. We must not get too entangled."
After Steve gave his instructions, he jumped out of the transport plane. Everyone else followed, parachutes blooming in the night sky.
"Yee-haw!"
Alan had already leaped from the plane, the whole of his figure like a cannonball chasing Steve.
"Hey, Captain! Am I handsome or what?" Alan struck a pose in the air, lying on his side.
Steve glanced at him, his eyes widening in alarm. "You don't have a parachute!"
"Parachutes are for losers." Alan leaned forward, accelerated, and fell straight to the ground.
This scene made Steve wince; he couldn't bear to watch. He could already imagine Alan becoming a bloody pulp on impact.
Bang!
Mud splashed. Alan hit the ground hard, his whole body embedded in the earth. Protected by the alloy armor, the impact force was absorbed and converted into stored energy, which was why he dared to commit such a suicidal-looking high-altitude fall.
"The landing posture wasn't cool enough. I'll need to practice more in the future," Alan said, standing up and dusting himself off, completely unharmed.
Ah…
Bang!
At this time, a huge figure fell from the sky, creating a crater on the ground. Nanaue lay motionless in the pit, as if he had been killed on the spot.
"Nanaue, you can't die!" Alan immediately stepped forward, knelt beside Nanaue, and cried, "What will I do if you die? It's not right for the young to send off the old! Oh, God, I am so miserable!"
"Nanaue has no hair," Nanaue looked up and pointed blankly at his head.
"Rise, my undead shark minion!" Alan dodged and assumed the pose of launching a dynamic light wave. Being able to survive a fall from such a high altitude showed that Nanaue's demigod bloodline was mostly focused on defense and recovery. In other aspects, he was perfunctory; he couldn't even beat Steve. Of course, Steve couldn't kill him either.
Bang!
Diana landed smoothly on one knee, her appearance heroic and handsome. Afterwards, the three of them waited quietly for the other team members to slowly land and assemble.
"Mute and hypnosis, it's up to you," Steve said, looking at the two team members once everyone was in place. The ability to mute gave a target a silent force field, making them completely silent when moving. Hypnosis created a hypnotic magnetic field that could affect others within a three-hundred-meter range. Whether it could be successfully hypnotized depended on the target's willpower, but it was generally no problem for ordinary soldiers.
"Come on, let's have a smoke and relax."
"I've been craving one for a long time." Two soldiers at the entrance to the bunker stepped aside, pulled out cigarettes, and lit them for each other. It was the dead of night, and there wasn't even a ghost in sight. Moreover, they were deep in their own territory; there was no possibility of enemies showing up.
He lit the cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Just as he was about to take a second puff, drops of water fell and extinguished the cherry, splashing on his face.
"Damn it, is it raining?" A soldier stretched out his hands and looked up at the sky but didn't see any raindrops.
"Damn summer rain, I guess. Just a few drops and then nothing." His companion fished out two more cigarettes, lit them both, and took a long, satisfying drag from his own, the first moment of peace he'd felt all night. But just as he raised it for a second puff, a sudden, dense spatter of water landed squarely on the glowing cherry.
"Why does this rain smell so… fishy?"
"Now that you mention it, there is a strange smell. Maybe it's because of the war. The sulfur from the shells atomized and mixed into the clouds, giving the rain a strange odor."
The two soldiers naturally had no idea that above the wall they were leaning against, Alan was creating artificial rainfall with a water bottle. He stuffed the tool back into his pocket and strode toward the bunker to catch up with his companions.
The two soldiers were finally able to finish a whole cigarette.
Soon, they caught up with the team. They swaggered through the bunker, one by one, as if they were in an empty place. The patrolling soldiers turned a complete blind eye. After walking around for a while, they reached the basement level. This was an empty fortification with an aircraft being debugged. Many scientists were busy testing the stability of the equipment.
"Herr Schmidt, the annihilation bombs carried by the ultra-long-range bombers are enough to severely damage America's vitality. By then, the outcome of the war will be completely in our favor," Dr. Zola excitedly reported. With the Cosmic Cube solving the energy problem, their intercontinental bomber research project had been implemented, and a jet engine had been developed in one fell swoop. Furthermore, the annihilation bomb had been successfully created using the energy extracted from the Cube.
Schmidt turned a deaf ear and stared intently at the commando team approaching the Cosmic Cube.
"Sound the alarm! Enemy attack!" Red Skull Schmidt himself was not an ordinary person. His mental power was far beyond that of ordinary men, and he had been injected with a replicated serum, making him naturally immune to the hypnotic effect.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. The researchers realized that there were mutants among the enemy and immediately pulled a lever. The instrument that housed the Cosmic Cube instantly radiated a circle of light waves, exposing the commandos.
"Commandos, attack!"
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