Chapter 1: Captain America
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Harry woke up from his coma. There was a cacophony outside, including bursts of explosions. He sat up in fear, only to find himself in a room filled with various instruments. The room was very dark, reminiscent of an old laboratory from a movie, and there was a strong, unpleasant smell. Having accompanied his father to butcher sheep since he was a child, he immediately recognized it as a mixture of old blood and decay. The smell made him frown.
"Did someone drag me to some underground laboratory?" Harry speculated as he looked around. He then turned to his right and saw a man lying on a bed in a daze.
"This is..." Harry began to speak, but was interrupted when a short man rushed in from outside. The newcomer glanced at him with some surprise, then hurriedly packed his things in a panic. Coming over to Harry, he looked at him in silence for a while and said, "I hope you can live."
As the short man walked away, Harry felt a sense of familiarity. Combined with the presence of the man on the bed, Harry had an idea of where he was. A very strong man in a military uniform rushed in, and upon seeing the man next to Harry, immediately ran over to help him up.
The confused man had begun to regain consciousness. When he saw the man supporting him, he said in surprise, "Steve? Why are you here?"
"I joined the army," Steve said with a proud smile.
"I thought you would be shorter," the man said, still a bit confused. "Did you undergo the experiment?"
"Almost," Stephen Grant Rogers replied with a smile. Then, seeing Harry's eyes widening, he added, "Hey, man, can you move?"
"But... okay," Harry replied, still in shock. He heard the explosions outside and, despite his surprise, followed the man out. However, before leaving, the man glanced at the wall map.
"Are you...Captain America?" Harry couldn't help but ask halfway.
"It's me. Are you surprised that besides dancing, I can also fight?" Rogers looked back at Harry and smiled after hearing this.
"Well, a bit," Harry admitted, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. He hadn't expected to find himself in the world of Captain America. He just didn't know if it was the Marvel world or the time-travel movie world. If it were the former, survival without some kind of cheat system would be impossible. In the latter, he might gain abilities by completing tasks or following the plot. If it required gathering power on his own, it would be challenging. By the looks of it, Captain America had already been injected with the serum, so Harry had lost the only chance to get a power.
For now, Harry needed to focus on escaping from this base, which was about to self-destruct. Following Captain America seemed like a good choice.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, Harry snapped out of his thoughts and saw that the place below had turned into a sea of fire. Captain America quickly led them to climb up.
As soon as they climbed up, Harry saw the Red Skull and a short man who were about to leave. He immediately called out, "Captain, there's someone!"
Captain America stopped and saw the Red Skull opposite. Recognizing their uniforms, he knew they were senior leaders of Hydra.
"I'm so exciting, I'm a fan of your comics America's show monkey," Red Skull glanced at Harry standing behind Captain America on the other side of the bridge, then looked at his strong body and said, "It seems the doctor succeeded, though it was a bit of a step back, it was still a success."
Captain America, angered by the mention of the doctor, immediately punched the Red Skull. But his face contorted in pain, and he said with some disgust, "What is this?"
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, the short man immediately left the bridge. The Red Skull pulled out and said, "The power of God."
"Really? Then why are you leaving?" Captain America asked mockingly.
"We'll meet," Red Skull ignored the question and said with a smile, then left with the short man.
"I think it's better to leave quickly," Harry said to Captain America as he watched the flames begin to spread.
"Follow me," Captain America ordered, then took the lead and climbed up.
"You go first," Captain America said to Bucky as he glanced at the fat Harry.
"Don't worry," Bucky replied, not wanting to show weakness in front of outsiders. He smiled and quickly crossed along the shelf. However, due to the experiment, he was a little weak and slower, but he managed to pass safely.
"It's your turn," Captain America said to the hesitant Harry.
"Um, can you help me over there?" Harry looked at the shelf, knowing it couldn't bear his weight, especially in this situation, and asked Captain America with a sad face.
"It's okay, as long as you're fast, you can make it," Captain America said with a smile. He hadn't fully developed his strength yet and wasn't sure he could throw Harry, who weighed over 100 kilograms.
"Well, I hope my luck isn't too bad," Harry said helplessly, then slowly climbed over the guardrail, stepped on the shelf, took a deep breath, and rushed over quickly, shouting, "Ahhhhh."
Just as Harry was about to reach the other side, there was a sudden loud noise, causing violent vibrations, and the shaky shelf fell. Harry screamed and fell.
"I've got you," Bucky immediately reached out and caught Harry just before he fell into the sea of fire. But Bucky couldn't support Harry's weight. He flipped over under the pull, but luckily grabbed the guardrail in time.
"Bucky, hold on," Captain America immediately bent the guardrail, took two steps back, jumped up, and landed on the other side. He reached out and grabbed Bucky, trying his best to pull him up.
Although Captain America's strength could pull them both up, Bucky had no strength left. He gritted his teeth and held on for a few seconds before loosening his grip and letting go of Harry. Harry fell, screaming, but quickly grabbed a steel bar.
With the weight decreased, Captain America pulled Bucky up and found Harry hugging the steel bar tightly, not daring to move.
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Chapter 2: Awakening
"It's okay, I will save you." Captain America immediately comforted him when he saw this. Then he looked around and found an iron chain of unknown purpose. He immediately pulled it over, threw it down, and said, "Catch him."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Harry immediately reached out to grab the iron chain, but there was another loud noise, and the vibration caused the steel bar to break. The iron chain here did not have time to be grasped tightly, and he fell down with a scream, drowned in the sea of fire.
"Stephen, hurry up, he's hopeless," Bucky said as he pulled Captain America, watching the flames begin to spread.
"I could have done it..." Captain America thought of the power he had just now, regretted not asking him to throw him over before, and blamed himself.
"No one wants to, but we have to leave." Bucky said quickly, looking at his friend's appearance, and then the two left in a low mood.
In the Night, just when the flames of the experimental base were about to spread through the mountains and forests, a rain brought by dark clouds and thunder extinguished the flames, leaving only ruins and scorched earth.
At this moment, a bulge in the ruins suddenly rose, but soon fell again. After a few seconds, it rose again, and then fell again quickly, as if someone was trying to move something away.
Maybe he was resting. After a few minutes, he ascended once more, but this time he did not descend but paused. Suddenly, a force came, and a huge steel plate rolled to the side with a large amount of debris, revealing a figure inside.
"Boom."
With the thunder, a bolt of lightning flashed from the clouds, illuminating the figure on the ruins. His strong yet beautiful muscles, a height of 1.8 meters, a head of hair, and a handsome yet tough face stood out.
"Huhu..huh." Harry looked at the ruins around him in confusion. He didn't understand why he survived. He couldn't figure out where he was. He just asked himself, who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?
Just when Harry was slowly recovering his memory, he suddenly felt strange. He lowered his head subconsciously and found that he was naked. Then he was attracted by the muscles on his body. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the muscles on his chest and abdomen.
"When did I..." Harry felt a little strange about how he became like this, and then thought of this world as Marvel. He immediately understood that he had awakened superpowers, but he didn't know if it was a genetic mutation unique to this world or a cheat from transmigration. But no matter what, since he could survive the sea of fire and ruins, he was at least better than Captain America who is just at the limit of human capability.
"I just don't know how big the limit of strength is." Harry stroked the muscles of his arm and glanced at the steel plate he had moved away and the debris scattered on the floor, saying to himself, "At least, the current strength is almost the same as that of Spider-Man when he just debuted."
At this moment, a flash of lightning brought Harry out of his thoughts. He felt the rain running down his body. Although he didn't feel cold, it was very sticky. After washing the dirt off his body with the rain, he felt uncomfortable. After walking out of the ruins, he came across the bodies of several soldiers from unknown countries in the relatively intact area outside the test base. They might be German soldiers killed by Captain America or American soldiers who died while rescuing people.
Harry hesitated for a while, then took off the pants and jacket from a corpse that looked similar to his size, and put them on. Although the clothes were very wet, it was much better than being naked and letting the rain fall. Anyway, he didn't feel the coldness of the rain now, so he didn't mind the wet clothes.
Harry stepped into the woods through muddy water, found a larger tree hole, and began to wait for the rainstorm to stop, but fell asleep inside.
When Harry woke up again, he found that it was already dawn and his clothes were dry. Apparently, the rain had stopped for a long time, and he didn't feel uncomfortable. It was obvious that his body was very strong now and could at least withstand the low temperature.
Now that the rain has stopped, it's time to leave. However, considering that most test bases are in deep mountains and old forests, it will take a long time to get out, so Harry returned to the ruins and started looking for a usable vehicle. In the end, he found a motorcycle pressed down by a stone slab that looked relatively intact. He hoped it could be used.
Because the slab was too heavy, and Captain America wouldn't bother with a motorcycle, they didn't take it away. However, with Harry's current strength, he easily pushed the slab aside, lifted the motorcycle up, and tried it. He found that it could start, and then left on the motorcycle along the forest road.
Because there was no speed limit or other vehicles in the way, and Harry's current strength and reaction speed were very high, he increased the speed to the maximum and experienced the pleasure of speed for the first time. In the end, he was not satisfied with the road and started to enter the woods. He played various driving skills that he had seen before but dared not do, and he started shouting excitedly.
It was great, but it was also tragic. When his bike was about to leave the woods, it actually disappeared. The bike slowly stopped, and the tires were scrapped. He sighed with some disappointment, left the motorcycle, and started hiking.
Harry walked for a few minutes and saw that he was about to walk out of the woods, but stopped again because this world was in World War II. It was impossible to walk out of the woods and find people to ask for directions like in modern times. How to find Captain America's base?
As for not looking for Captain America, just kidding, this world is in World War II, and he had no acquaintances except Captain America. He couldn't run around until he found a place to test the limit of his strength, but how to find them?
Harry sat on a fallen dead tree and thought about it, then thought about how great it would be to travel through the Iron Man era. At the worst, he could be a bodyguard to support himself, then get in touch with superheroes, and even think of ways to cause S.H.I.E.L.D. to notice him. It would be good to become an agent or an Avenger by then, and he could also play video games.
Thinking of video games, Harry couldn't help but sigh. It would be okay if he didn't transmigration Although he didn't have power, at least he could play games while relaxing.
Harry was thinking about video games and suddenly remembered a friend's advice. Don't think about avoiding or looking for strategies when you land. Keep moving. Only by moving can you have a chance to survive. He thought it made sense. Anyway, there was nowhere to go, so instead of sitting here in a daze, it was better to go out and walk around. Maybe he would be lucky and meet Captain America immediately.
Harry turned over and jumped down from the dead tree. When he was about to leave, he suddenly felt like testing whether his speed had improved.
Chapter 3: Invulnerability
After Harry warmed up, he squatted down and took a starting position. He took a deep breath and began to gather strength. Then he exerted a sudden force, jumped more than three meters high, and rushed towards a big tree. Before he saw it, he was about to hit it, so he quickly blocked his head with both hands and then hit the tree, which broke directly. He then rushed forward unabated, hit another big tree, and it also broke. After breaking the third big tree, he started to descend and finally stopped when he hit the fourth tree. As a result, when he landed, the big tree in front of him broke from the roots and fell forward, raising a cloud of dust. Then the three big trees behind followed.
Harry looked at the four fallen trees with some surprise. Then he thought about the outside of his hands that were affected by the force. He quickly lowered his head and looked through it. He found that except for his tattered clothes, there were no traces left. However, he felt a powerful force at that time. The impact, if it had been internal injuries, would have caused him to fall to the ground, but now there was not even a trace left.
"It seems that the defense is also very strong," Harry said to himself, clenching his fists, and then swung it at a big tree nearby. Without using much force, he directly pulled a large piece of wood from the trunk, scattering wood chips everywhere. The tree couldn't support its own weight and fell towards him, but he caught it easily and threw it to the ground.
"Powerful strength and defense!" Harry looked at the big tree on the ground and suddenly had a bold idea. He raised his head, squatted down to gather his strength, and pushed hard. He jumped up and flew dozens of meters high, jumping out of the woods and seeing everything around him clearly. This made him laugh excitedly. As a result, the upward trend paused, and he began to decline rapidly under the pull of gravity.
After Harry broke several branches, he fell to the ground with a loud noise, causing the ground within a diameter of two meters to sink two meters deep. The broken branches fell around, and the air was filled with green leaves. The whole picture was very beautiful.
"It seems that I can't fly," Harry said with some regret as he looked at the sky, but he still smiled with great satisfaction. He then jumped up and took off out of the woods, using his powerful jumping ability to head toward the town he had just seen from the air.
Harry landed ten meters away from the town. He stopped jumping to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. As he started walking into it, he found the entire town was silent, like a dead city, with traces of cannonballs everywhere. Apparently, something had happened here. During the battle, the people here were probably either captured or fled. He could only hope that some people were still alive.
Harry walked on the empty street and couldn't help but think of zombie movies. He felt that a large group of zombies would rush out at any moment. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then he saw a clothing store and walked over quickly, only to find that the door had fallen down. It was a mess inside, with all kinds of ready-made clothes scattered on the floor, all very tattered.
Harry stepped on the rags and came to the inner room, finding some relatively complete clothes there, but most of them were suits. He tried them on and found it very inconvenient. In the end, he left his coat and only wore pants, but he accidentally discovered a windbreaker. He took it off the rack and put it on; it felt just right.
After changing clothes, Harry came to a half-length mirror and found that wearing only a windbreaker did not make him look like an exhibitionist. Instead, it gave him the feeling of a movie protagonist, which made him smile with satisfaction. As he prepared to leave, he suddenly noticed something different about his eyes. When he was about to look forward, there was a burst of gunfire outside, and he immediately retreated to the wall. Then he thought that he now had strong strength and defense and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Unexpectedly, he hadn't recovered from the weak consciousness of his previous life. Then he thought that if there were gunshots, there must be someone there, so he ran out immediately. He found that the sound came from behind a building in front and ran over immediately.
"Hurry up, kill them all." A German officer stood on top of a tank, directing the soldiers to attack the Allied team in front. It was unknown whether they were scattered or on a mission. This group only had about ten people, facing more than a hundred German soldiers, which was obviously not enough. In just a moment, three died, and two were seriously injured, and were pulled into a house to hide.
"Captain, what should we do? There are too many people on the other side," a black man said to the white captain in front.
"We can only fight. If we run away, we'll die faster," the captain said while hiding behind the wall. Then a soldier nearby complained while fighting back: "It's so unlucky to meet so many people."
"Why don't we surrender?" the black man suggested after hesitating, and the whole team fell silent. After a while, when the captain was about to nod, a man ran out of the alley next to the building opposite. He immediately retreated when he saw the German troops, took out a pistol from his pocket, and fired at the officer on the tank. It hit the tank armor and attracted their attention. Two pairs of soldiers immediately changed their targets and shot at him.
Following a burst of gunfire, Harry subconsciously retreated behind the wall but was still shot in the chest, which made him grin. He stretched out his hand and touched it, finding no trace of blood at all. Looking down, he saw no trace of blood where he was hit. There was nothing left but a small white dot, and the trench coat was open just enough so it wasn't tattered. A flat bullet lay on the ground.
"Can I still be bulletproof?" Harry looked at the bullet on the ground in surprise, then looked up at the wide-eyed captain opposite, who was wearing clothes different from those of the German army. He smiled and walked out from behind the wall, raising his pistol and walking towards the Germans.
"Here comes a man who wants to die," a soldier saw Harry and immediately fired a shot. The other man was not injured. The soldier, thinking he had missed, pulled the lever and continued shooting. This time he aimed at the large chest, but the result was that the other man still had no wounds. This made him feel a little chilled, especially when his companions moved their guns to shoot. He could clearly see that the other man had been hit, but the bullets actually bounced away from him, making him completely invulnerable.
"It's my turn," Harry said with an evil smile as he patted his chest, which had been hit several times. He then jumped on top of the German tank with all his strength. The pull of gravity fell on the officer, and with a loud sound, he directly turned him into two halves. The entire tank sank two meters into the ground and was forced to stop. The vibration caused the surrounding soldiers to fall to the ground. They all looked at him in horror and then began to lift their guns and started attacking.
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Chapter 4: Goodbye Captain America
None of the bullets penetrated Harry, but his clothes were damaged.
"These are the clothes I just found," Harry said in annoyance as he took off his windbreaker. Roaring in frustration, he set up the machine gun on the tank and started shooting at the surroundings, completely ignoring the bullets falling on him.
No matter how strong-willed the soldiers were, they could not withstand Harry's invulnerability, especially as he shot them with the machine gun in his hand. Soon, the soldiers began to flee. When Harry stopped shooting, there were only a few soldiers left. Apart from the wailing wounded, there were no survivors, and only dozens of soldiers in the rear managed to escape. The soldiers in the front were completely wiped out by the Allied team, who took advantage of their shattered morale.
After the battle was over, the black man looked at Harry on the tank, swallowed hard, and said to the captain, "Captain, is he... reinforcement?"
"I don't know, but you still have to be ready to fight..." the captain shook his head, then, remembering Harry's invulnerability, paused and said, "Be prepared to escape."
"Okay, captain." The team members nodded immediately.
As they pondered how to escape from this powerful figure, Harry jumped off the tank, threw away the empty machine gun, and approached the nervous team. Looking at the American flags on their uniforms, he asked, "Are you from the US military?"
"Yes, I am third..." Before the captain could finish, Harry waved and interrupted, "It doesn't need to be so detailed; I can't remember it. I just want to know if you can take me to find Captain America or go to your base and help contact him."
"Um... no problem," the captain nodded immediately. He hesitated and asked, "But, what do you want to do with Captain America?"
"I'm his friend," Harry said casually, then smiled at the captain's suspicious expression. "Don't worry, if I were the enemy, I wouldn't have killed them; it would have been you."
"Huh, yes." The captain thought about this and immediately relaxed. Then the black man, sensing no danger, looked at Harry and asked, "Are you also a super soldier?"
"Super soldier? Sort of," Harry said casually, understanding that the black man mistook him for one. He realized the man looked familiar but couldn't place him. Thinking he might have confused him with someone else, Harry dismissed it. He looked at the captain and asked, "So, when do we set off?"
"Take a little rest," the captain said, glancing at his tired and injured teammates.
"Okay, but do you have military vehicles?" Harry asked.
"No, but there's a truck parked in the back that can be used," the captain said, pointing behind the house.
"Oh, by the way, are you on a mission?" Harry asked suddenly.
"No, there was a battle here earlier, and we were scattered. When we were preparing to head back, we encountered these soldiers," the captain explained.
"Oh, that's right. Then let's go," Harry smiled, then took a coat from the black man, put it on, and followed them back to the house to prepare to rest.
They were still on the battlefield. After resting for ten minutes, everyone got on the truck and left. Along the way, except for the black man and the captain, no one else dared to talk to Harry, which made him feel quite helpless.
"Harry, is Captain America like you, able to deflect bullets?" the black man asked.
"Probably, I don't know," Harry said, pretending to be confused, then closed his eyes to rest. This made the black man touch his nose in embarrassment, but he, like everyone else, looked at Harry with envy.
At the US military base where Captain America had set off, the commander was reading the telegram to be sent to the radio operator: "...I regret to inform you that Captain Rogers has died on the battlefield."
Carter happened to come in and felt a pain in his heart when he heard this, but he still approached and put down the photo, saying, "The last one is back, but... we still haven't found him."
"Have a cup of coffee, Corporal," the commander said to the soldier, who saluted and left. The commander came to the edge of the tent and looked at the team outside, saying, "Stark is a rich man and the largest arms dealer in the US military, so he can't be punished, but you can."
"I don't regret anything. Steve would have done the same," Carter said confidently.
"I..." Before the commander could finish speaking, there was a commotion outside. He immediately led the way out and found that everyone was walking towards the entrance. He frowned and followed, only to see the missing Captain America leading a large group of people. The commander couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he saw Captain America and several tanks emerge from the woods.
Just as Captain America led the crowd into the base and was about to greet Carter, someone next to him called out, "There is another vehicle behind."
The soldiers, who were welcoming their companions, immediately looked towards the woods and saw a truck approaching slowly, finally stopping ten meters away, obviously out of gas. Then a small team got out of the truck, looking a little surprised at the crowd at the door.
"Is this... welcoming us?" the black man said, looking at the crowd in surprise.
"Obviously not," Harry jumped out of the truck, looked at Captain America, and said, then took the lead and walked over.
"Jack? Are you still alive?" When they came to the door, a soldier in the crowd recognized the team leader and said with surprise, then turned back to the others, "They are the team that got separated on the battlefield."
Hearing that they were their own, everyone immediately relaxed and began to welcome the returning soldiers. Harry walked directly to Captain America, who was frowning at him, and said with a smile, "Hey, we haven't seen each other all night, and you don't recognize me?"
"..." Captain America frowned, looking at Harry, and then said in disbelief, "It's you! How is this possible?"
"I survived. Such Good luck I have that Hydra's experimental potion worked and allowed me to survive the fire," Harry said with a smile, looking at Captain America's surprised face.
"Oh, great, that's great," Captain America said in surprise, then stepped forward and hugged him, saying happily, "It's great that you're alive."
"Yeah, it's great," Harry smiled and hugged Captain America, feeling excited. Hugging the real Captain America made him smile even more.
Chapter 5 Employment
"So, you are the product of Hydra's experiment?" In the military camp, Stark, who came after hearing the news, asked Harry, who was sitting in a chair drinking coffee.
"Absolutely. Anyway, I don't remember what happened before. After I woke up, I was in the laboratory. Later, after I came out with them, I fell into the fire. When I woke up again, I became like this" Harry said as he put down his slightly bitter coffee.
"Do you also need to swim in the fire to activate hydra experiment ?" Hearing this, the commander asked Bucky, who was eating next to Captain America.
"Well, let's forget it," Bucky said with some embarrassment. "I may not survive."
"I think the experimental potion may have changed my genes," Harry said immediately when he saw this, lest they really throw Bucky into the fire. He didn't have the luck to be a Fire Soldier. Being a successful Winter Soldier was already lucky.
"That's right, don't mess around," Captain America objected after hearing this. He didn't want to lose the friend he finally found.
"I'm just suggesting," the commander said with a shrug.
"They said you can defend against bullets, is that true?" Stark looked at Harry with interest and asked.
"How about you try," Harry said with a nonchalant shrug. He looked at Carter, who was standing next to Captain America, and directly took out his pistol and shot him in the head. He didn't stop until he ran out of bullets and looked at the flat bullet on the ground. "Sure enough."
"Well, Captain America is still suitable for her," Stark, who ducked when he heard the gunfire, looked at Carter who put away her pistol and swallowed.
"Of course, it's an official match after all," Harry, who was attacked, scratched the corners of his eyes that were hit by all the bullets and said nonchalantly, as if he was not the one being attacked.
"Official matchmaking? Is the government still responsible for marriage matches?" Hearing this, Stark looked at the commander in surprise. "Since when did you start caring about marriage matches, you guys?"
The commander rolled his eyes and ignored Stark's question. Captain America and Carter glanced at each other subconsciously and turned their heads awkwardly, but no one refuted it, which surprised Bucky next to them. However, looking at his friend's current state, he was filled with envy. But what made him even more envious was Harry. However, thinking about the possibility of surviving the fire, he finally gave up the idea of jumping into the fire.
"Oh, what other abilities do you have besides being bulletproof?" Stark came to Harry and asked curiously.
"Strength, my strength is very strong, and accordingly, my jumping ability is also very strong. I can jump more than fifty meters high and jump a hundred meters away," Harry took a biscuit and threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
"It's amazing. So how powerful are you?" Stark asked curiously.
"I don't know the limit, but it's still possible to move a large piece of steel plate," Harry shrugged.
"Then let's go test it out," Stark's eyes lit up when he heard this and he immediately suggested.
"Okay," Harry stood up immediately after hearing the words, and then the two of them left the tent, and the others looked at each other and followed.
Stark took Harry to a jeep and said, "Try this one."
"I tried it on the way here," Harry looked at the military jeep in front of him and shook his head. He came to an empty truck, took a deep breath, grabbed the frame, and lifted it with all his strength. He picked it up, but it still felt it was a little lighter. He let go of one hand, grabbed another truck and lifted it up, only to feel the difficulty. Then he gently placed it on the ground, turned around and leaned against the car body and said: "Two empty trucks are a bit difficult."
The entire base was stunned at this moment, staring at Harry blankly. After a long time, Stark came back to his senses and said excitedly: "One ton, your power is actually one ton. Terrible."
"It's not bad," Harry said nonchalantly. You must know that Spider-Man has over 10 tons of strength, and Captain America also has 0.5 tons of strength, which is only half of his strength.
Although this is not the most powerful force in Harry's opinion, now Captain America and the Red Skull are already the strongest during World War II. He can be said to be the strongest, which shocked everyone present.
"Stark, no more external experiments are allowed in the future," after the commander came to his senses, he said to Stark, and then began to order everyone to keep silent. However, he also knew that the news would definitely spread, but he still had to do this, otherwise the higher-ups will definitely be unhappy.
"Okay, no problem," Stark said nonchalantly, and then asked Harry: "So, what are your plans in the future?"
"Get a job, make some money, support yourself, and then find ways to improve myself," Harry thought for a while and said.
"No problem at all, I can satisfy you," Stark said with bright eyes after hearing this. "You can work for me and protect my safety. I can give you money and find a way to understand why you have become like this. For the sake of my son's safety , I will try to improve it further."
"Well, that's a good idea," Harry nodded and said with a smile. "But can I use your Stark company's shares as salary?"
"No problem, I can give you 10%, permanently, but you will have no decision-making power," Stark agreed immediately.
"That's ok, I just want money to spend anyway," Harry smiled happily immediately after hearing this, but the commander next to him had a dark face. He originally wanted to recruit him, but was snatched away by Stark.
In this way, Harry became Stark's royal bodyguard. Of course, in addition to protecting his safety, he also had to complete the tasks assigned by him. And he is now the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., so Harry also successfully became Stark's bodyguard. A member of S.H.I.E.L.D., but he only takes orders from Stark.
After the battle here, not long after, the United States decided to establish S.H.I.E.L.D . As a member, Harry followed Stark back to the United States, completely ignoring the recruitment sent by the government. He didn't want to be used as cannon fodder. Following Stark was at least a bodyguard. Joining the American government meant being another Captain America. It was too troublesome to fight for them all his life. He might as well spend the money protecting Stark, enjoying beautiful women with him, and taking action only when necessary. This life is great.
Just when Harry was flirting with a beautiful woman at the door of the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratory, Stark accidentally made a shield in order to find a way to cut open Harry's skin to draw blood. Its powerful defense made his eyes light up. He immediately made a dagger out of leftover materials and prepared to cut open his skin to draw blood.
Chapter 6
"Are you really invulnerable?" the beauty guarding the door of the laboratory asked, looking at Harry Osborn sitting on the table.
"Of course," Harry said proudly, then looked around and added softly, "But I can also penetrate very well and last for a long time."
The beauty pretended to be shy and playfully patted him once she heard this. Then she hugged him and started to kiss him, making Harry excitedly cheer in his heart, "Finally, my first kiss, hahaha."
"Um..." Just when the two were about to get closer, Steve Rogers came over and was about to ask something, but he happened to see them and walked away with a wry smile. However, he still alerted the two of them, and they immediately separated and were ready to leave. "Captain America," Harry said to the beauty, "See you later," and immediately chased after him: "Hey, brother."
"Hi, sorry to disturb you," Rogers said to Harry who caught up.
"It's okay, I have plenty of time anyway," Harry said nonchalantly, then put his arm around Rogers' shoulders and asked, "But are you looking for Carter? I know where she is, and I also know where you can avoid being disturbed."
"Oh, really? Where?" Carter, who happened to come over, heard this and looked at Harry with her hands folded and asked.
"Just..." Harry thought it was Captain America who asked and answered subconsciously. Then he reacted, turned around, and saw Carter with an ugly face. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh, haha, it's nothing. Haha, let's talk about where the workplace is."
"Then let's go. Stark has something to ask you," Carter rolled her eyes but a blush appeared on her face. She subconsciously glanced at Captain America, who was also embarrassed, and turned to leave.
"Hey brother, when can you teach me combat skills? You know, I used to be just a fat man. Now I rely on strength and defense, but these have their limits. Although I know I won't be blown up, learning some combat skills is still important, isn't it?" Harry asked Rogers on the way.
"Any time," Rogers agreed immediately after hearing the words, making Harry pat him on the shoulder happily and said, "That's great. What do you need me to do?"
"Nothing. I want to destroy Hydra's base, I need strong manpower," Captain America requested.
"No matter what, as long as my employer tells me, I can do anything," Harry said nonchalantly, and then followed Carter into the laboratory.
"Hey, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Harry," Stark saw Harry coming in and walked over immediately. Then he saw Captain America beside him and said with some surprise, "Hey, Steve, you're here too. Have you assembled your team?"
"Almost, only one person is missing," Captain America shrugged.
"Let me guess, the last person must be our Harry," Stark glanced at Harry and said.
"Yes, I know he works for you, but our team needs him. Tell him. I'm afraid you'll fire him because he's looking for private work, so I tell you," Captain America said to Stark.
"No problem, as long as Harry is willing, but now I need Harry's help," Stark said without thinking after hearing this, and then pulled Harry to a test bench inside, picked up a forged dagger, and said, "This is made of a material I accidentally found. It is very hard. I hope I can cut your skin so that I can find the source of your strength from the blood."
"It's no problem at all, as long as you can help me increase my strength," Harry immediately stretched out his hand and said, and then Stark cut his finger, looked at the wound and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then stored the blood in a bottle.
When Carter saw Harry's wound and was about to stop the bleeding, she found that the wound had recovered quickly. She looked at him and said, "It seems you still have super recovery ability."
"It's really good," Harry said with great satisfaction, then looked at the dagger on the table and said, "But can you give me this thing? After all, I don't want to be stabbed to death with it."
"Of course, it's no problem. I made the dagger just for you," Stark said helplessly.
"What is this made of? Can it be mass-produced?" Carter asked, taking the dagger from Harry's hand and stroking it.
"No way, I found this stuff accidentally. I just made a shield and this dagger," Stark said as he put away the bottle.
"Is this it?" Captain America asked, picking up a buckler from under the table.
"Yes, the defense is very strong. I only had a few scraps left and made a dagger, but it still couldn't destroy the shield," Stark said with some regret.
"Really, that's a perfect fit for me," Captain America said, putting on his shield.
"Of course, this is your exclusive equipment," Harry put away the dagger and said that he needed to learn to use the dagger to fight.
"Okay, now that the equipment is complete, we can carry out the mission," Carter said while looking at the two people.
"Go, I need to find someone to see what's different here," Stark waved his hand and left with the bottle.
"I said, should we give him a uniform or something?" Harry shouted as he looked at Stark walking away.
"Someone will be responsible," Stark left without looking back, making Harry roll his eyes. Then he looked at the man walking in front of him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Um, uniform," the man said with some embarrassment.
"Oh, let's get started," Hearing this, Harry raised his hands and asked him to measure his body. After Captain America also got measured , he looked at the uniform design he handed to the man and said out of the blue, "I shouldn't also have my own unique uniform? And a title."
"Do you have any suggestions?" the man came over and asked.
"Um..." Harry thought for a long time after hearing this, thought about all the superhero uniforms, shook his head and said, "No."
"We'll change it when you think about it," the man smiled and turned around and left.
"Tell me, should I find the guy who gave you a title and think of a title for me too?" Harry said to Captain America as he looked at the man walking away.
"My name was given by the congressman. It's very simple and direct," Captain America shrugged and left with Harry, who still had a headache because of the name. However, before walking out of the door, he glanced at Carter and found that she was also looking at him. He smiled inside, opened the door, and left.
"Invulnerability and super strength, what title should I use?" Harry was still thinking to himself when he got into the car, which made Captain America, who was driving, very helpless but couldn't help him.
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Chapter 7 Title - Mercenary
"Hey, what do you think about calling me Superman?" Harry asked with some evil humor.
"Superman? The one in the comics?" Captain America thought for a moment and said, "Invulnerability and infinite strength are appropriate, but you can't fly."
"That's right. It's just a little bit worse to use Superman if you can't fly," Harry nodded approvingly. He then thought of what Captain America's good friends Bucky would call the Winter Soldier and the White Wolf in the future, and asked, "Winter Soldier, how are you doing?"
"No, you don't have the ability to freeze," Captain America shook his head and said in disgust.
"That's right, then..." Harry thought for a moment and said, "How about calling me a mercenary?"
"Mercenary? Why?" Captain America looked at him strangely.
"Because I am a mercenary. You see, I am on the battlefield now because my employer Stark asked me to go. He gave me money. In other words, in this war, I am a mercenary. He was involved in his identity, so using the name mercenary is very simple and straightforward," Harry said with a shrug.
"Hmm... Well, it's indeed good," Captain America thought about it and nodded in approval.
"Okay, from today on, my name will be..." Harry raised his arms and paused before saying, "Mercenary."
"Congratulations, you finally have your own title," Captain America said with a smile.
"Hehe, thank you," Harry scratched his head and smiled, and then the car arrived at the Growler Commando base.
"Hey, everyone, the captain is back," the bearded man called as he looked at the opposite side of Captain America who got out of the car. Then he looked at Harry who was following him out of the car and said with some surprise, "Oh my God, look at what Captain America is leading. Who is here, the real Superman, even though he can't fly."
"Now, our survival rate is higher," a short man looked at Harry and said happily.
"What? With me leading the team, are you afraid of sacrifice?" Captain America joked after hearing this.
"No, I just feel safer and have an extra guarantee," the short man explained after hearing this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Captain America's smile.
"Hello everyone, my name is Harry, you can also call me..." Harry came to everyone, smiled proudly and said, "Mercenary."
"Mercenary? Haven't you joined the army yet? Are you just here to visit? Oh my God, this is such bad news," hearing this, one by one said somewhat depressedly.
"Haha, I didn't join the army, but someone paid for me to contribute, so you can rest assured," Harry said with a smile, making the disappointed people happy again, and then happily brought them into the headquarters, which was actually a large warehouse with a table filled with maps and military information.
"Okay, now that everyone has met and joined the Howling Commandos, let's start our mission as soon as possible," after everyone arrived, Captain America pointed to the Hydra Arsenal marked on the map and said, "The first thing we have to deal with is the arsenal in France. We will set off early tomorrow morning. Let's get ready as soon as possible today."
"Yes, Captain," all the members of the Growler said immediately. Harry looked at the eyes of the people around him, stood up and saluted, "Roger, Captain."
"Then let's disband," Captain America said with a smile upon seeing this, and then left with Harry, preparing to give him simple combat skills training. After receiving the training, he found that whether it was fighting or various firearms, Harry learned very quickly, and eventually he started to learn various skills from others, such as driving cars, driving tanks, and even started learning to fly airplanes. This made Captain America sigh, "You have a super power of learning quickly."
"Hehe, don't praise me, you'll make me embarrassed," Harry scratched his head shyly after hearing this. He felt that when he learned skills today, it didn't feel like learning quickly, but more like copying and pasting, which was very easy. He could learn as long as the other party had used it once, which made him feel like he had a Sharingan. He wanted to see if his eyes had turned red, but unfortunately, they still had brown pupils.
When Harry finally learned sniper skills from Bucky, he finally returned to his room to rest. Although his body had strong endurance, he still felt mentally tired and fell asleep on the bed. This was the fastest time he had fallen asleep.
Early the next morning, when Harry was having a sweet dream, there was a sudden noise, and then Bucky rushed in and shouted, "Harry, get up quickly, we're going to leave."
"Don't disturb me while I'm sleeping with Natasha in my arms," Harry turned over and muttered to himself, which made Bucky depressed for a while. Then he thought about it and said, "If you don't leave, your salary will be deducted."
"Ah, wages will be deducted," after hearing this, Harry immediately started to move, then he remembered that he still had a mission, and ran out after Bucky.
"Stand at attention," when Harry felt the playground, Captain America was gathering everyone. Seeing him returning to the team, he threw a black uniform to him and said, "Your uniform."
"Thank you, it's a bit late, sorry," Harry took the uniform and took off his shirt and pants in front of everyone, quickly put on the combat uniform suggested yesterday, and stood upright next to Bucky. As for the original clothes, someone had already sent them back.
"The plane is about to take off. When we arrive at the destination, there will be local military cooperation, but we are still taking the lead. I hope you don't make any mistakes," Captain America said while looking at everyone.
"Promise to complete the mission," everyone shouted immediately. Only Harry shouted after him half a beat later, and only his voice smiled awkwardly.
"Then..." Captain America glanced at Harry and said, "Let's go, Howling Commandos."
Following Captain America's order, everyone got on the transport plane equipped by Stark with their own equipment. However, Harry had nothing but a pistol and a dagger. He looked a little weird and looked around. He saw Gatlin in a car, and he said with some surprise, "Did you get that thing?"
"It was made by Stark and modified by Wicks. It uses electric energy and needs to be connected to the energy source of the car, so it can only be used in the car, and it is very heavy," Big Beard introduced, and then sighed, "As expected of a great inventor."
"Yes, it's really amazing," Harry nodded in approval and then walked over, pulled out of the car, opened the hood and saw the battery that only appeared later. He was surprised. Then he took it off, and after a simple modification, he carried it on his back and boarded the plane, making everyone else's eyes widen.
"Do you need this thing? Just rush over and beat it up."
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Chapter 8: Battle 1
The short man looked at Harry, who was petting Gatlin, and asked, "I only have one person, but if this goes well, I can kill hundreds of people at once," Harry said with a smile.
"Okay, whatever you want," the short man replied with a shrug. Everyone began the final inspections, and the plane took off. After several hours of flight, they arrived at the military camp near the French arsenal.
"Are they the Howling Commandos? They don't look impressive," a Frenchman remarked as he saw the people disembarking.
"What do you know? The leader is Captain America, the only successful super soldier," an American soldier said disdainfully.
"Besides, that's just one," the Frenchman countered. As the two were about to have a friendly match, they heard heavy footsteps inside the plane, as if a giant was emerging. They quieted down and were stunned to see Harry coming out with Gatlin on his back. The Frenchman huffed, "Is that a super soldier?"
"It seems so, but..." The American soldier glanced at Captain America, who was talking to his superior, and said doubtfully, "Captain America is the only super soldier."
"Hello, we are the Growlers. We hope you can cooperate with us in the next battle," Captain America greeted the base commander.
"No problem, we'll take care of it," the commander said with a smile. He was stunned to see Harry disembark and asked in surprise, "This is..."
"Super soldier and mercenary besides me," Captain America briefly introduced.
"Mercenary?" The commander looked at Harry with interest and then arranged for everyone to rest and prepare for the battle in an hour.
After more than an hour, the Howling Commandos took the army and set off towards the arsenal ten kilometers away. Harry sat in the car prepared for the Howling Commandos and slept.
Soon the large army reached their destination, attracting the attention of the arsenal. The two sides began to fight. After Bucky woke up Harry, the excited Gatlin rushed forward, completely ignoring the bullets and started firing, engulfing the enemy in front with a barrage of bullets.
"Damn it, kill him," the arsenal's commander ordered, seeing Harry's destructive power. Realizing their attacks were useless, he shouted, "Who can tell me where this monster came from?"
Harry didn't care what others thought. Gatlin, the resister, rushed in and fired until all the bullets were used up. With many enemies still left, Harry placed Gatlin in a safer position, took out his dagger, and rushed forward, ignoring their attacks. He paid attention only to the attacks from the Tesseract weapon, as it was a more advanced material than the shield. Even if it couldn't kill him, it would break his skin.
At the end of the battle, Harry, rampaging, ignored the Tesseract attacks. After killing a small group of men, he was hit by the blue light from a huge tank and flew dozens of meters away. After somersaulting in the air and landing, he felt pain at the hit spot. Hiding in a dark place to check, he found his clothes torn, but his skin only red and purple, indicating minor damage. This made him rush forward even more recklessly.
Harry completely ignored the blue gunfire, only avoiding the blue light of the tank. He quickly jumped on top of the tank, removed the cover, and began a massacre. He soon killed everyone inside, and the tank, now without a driver, began to slowly stop.
"How do you drive this thing?" Harry looked at the unfamiliar machine, confused. He climbed out and searched around, spotting another tank nearby. He jumped hard and landed on top, removed the cover, and observed the drivers. After slowly understanding how to drive, he started attacking other tanks, speeding up their demise.
When Harry blew up the last tank, the surrounding fighting had ended, and the entire arsenal fell into Allied hands. The victorious soldiers stood on the ruins and cheered, especially after Harry climbed out of the tank. Everyone started shouting crazily, "Mercenary, mercenary, mercenary."
"It feels pretty good," Harry stood on the tank, feeling the excitement and enthusiasm of the crowd. He smiled and gave a thumbs-up to Captain America, who was also smiling.
After the battle, Captain America left with the Howling commandos, handing the place over to the Allies and preparing to go to the next location.
"Do you know what mistake you made today?" Captain America asked Harry while sitting behind the jeep.
"What is it?" Harry, recalling the pleasure of his first battlefield experience, turned around and asked.
"You were reckless," Captain America said sternly. "You could have solved the battle with minimal effort, but you unleashed your full power and seemed to enjoy the killing."
"Um, okay, maybe a bit much," Harry said, touching his nose in embarrassment. He was using video game mentality
"What should I do then?"
"Your role is mainly to deal with key enemy units, like the tanks or artillery we faced today. Leave the ordinary soldiers to others," Captain America explained. "You're not just fighting; you're waging war. War depends on eliminating the enemy's effective strength quickly and ending it as soon as possible."
"I understand," Harry smiled. "I am like an intercontinental missile, hitting the enemy's vital points directly, right?"
"Intercontinental missile? A missile attacking another continent from one state? Quite vivid. Yes, that's what it means," Captain America nodded.
"Then just wait and see. I will eliminate the local forces quickly and help you end the battle as soon as possible," Harry said with a bright smile.
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Chapter 9: Acting Alone
In the next battle, Harry stopped attacking the Gatling soldiers. Instead, he began to target the enemy's tanks and artillery, allowing the soldiers coming from behind to easily resolve the battle. Of course, the large-scale destruction units were eliminated. Afterwards, Harry would also take action to deal with the soldiers, speeding up the end of the conflict.
Three of the six arsenals were jointly destroyed by Harry and Captain America. When they returned to the Italian military camp, Harry noticed Captain America looking a little sad, so he walked over and asked, "What's wrong? The battle went well; why are you still depressed?"
"The last arsenal has not been found yet, and our speed is still too slow. I'm afraid they will increase the security of the remaining three arsenals," Captain America said while studying the map.
"This is too slow. Do you still want to end World War II in three days? I'm not really Superman," Harry replied angrily after hearing this.
"Although World War II cannot end quickly, the arsenal can be eliminated within that time," Captain America stated while observing Harry, who was chewing a cookie.
"How do we do that?" Harry asked subconsciously after hearing this, and then noticed the look in Captain America's eyes. He immediately understood and, after thinking for a moment, said, "Okay, I'll reluctantly help you solve one, but it will cost double the salary. After all, I'm doing the work of mare than two people."
"Okay, we can discuss this with Stark," Captain America said, his face lighting up with happiness. He then pointed to the largest of the three arsenals and said, "I'll leave this one to you. Those who can do the hard work, isn't it?"
"No problem. Where are the remaining two?" Harry said indifferently, then pointed to the other two and asked.
"I'll take care of one, and let the Allies dispatch forces for the rest. The last one should be manageable," Captain America explained as he allocated the second largest base to himself, then pointed to the last one.
"Hey, learn to be smart. You know you can't let them rely on you," Harry remarked with surprise after hearing this. He then picked up the flag of his arsenal, waved it, and left, saying, "I will take care of it soon."
"Be careful and take more people with you," Captain America called after him, watching Harry's retreating figure.
"No, I can handle it alone. No need to hold you back," Harry waved his hand nonchalantly as he walked away, leaving Captain America helplessly shaking his head.
Just as Captain America and Harry were dividing their targets, Red Skull looked at the destroyed base and shouted angrily, "Damn it, you can't even take down an idiot with a shield!"
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't know how to use it when directing research and development. Besides, they have an invulnerable guy over there, which makes him impossible to deal with," Dr. Zola explained somewhat innocently.
"Invulnerable? Hum, if I remember correctly, he came from our experiment, yet you let him fall into the hands of the enemy!" Red Skull roared angrily, making Dr. zola embarrassed as he lowered his head.
Just when Red Skull was hesitating whether to kill him or not, two soldiers arrived with a survivor, providing him with an outlet. They executed him with a single shot and then warned Dr. Zola, "You better get rid of them quickly, or this will be your fate."
"Okay." Dr. Zola was shocked to hear this and immediately agreed. After Red Skull left in a vehicle, he sat on the ruins, deep in thought about how to deal with Harry and Captain America. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and a crazy figure appeared in his mind. He jumped up and shouted, "Quickly, contact Shaw and ask for his help!"
One day later, Harry stood atop the mountain opposite the arsenal that needed to be destroyed. He gazed at the heavily guarded facility and smiled disdainfully. "With my current strength, I can finish it in two or three strokes. Once Red Skull is eliminated, World War II will end. Then, I can go back to New York and enjoy life."
Motivated by the thought of a better life, Harry jumped down and landed in the woods in front of the arsenal. He immediately drew the attention of the soldiers, but he didn't care at all. He walked towards the gate as if strolling in a garden, completely unconcerned about the bullets fired at him. He ignored them entirely; even the blue light couldn't hurt him. However, his clothes began to get tattered, so he had no choice but to take them off and throw them aside. Then he quickly ran to the closed door, leaped up, and landed inside. He began to take out a pair of high-powered light machine guns specially prepared by Stark and fired at the surrounding crowd.
"Quickly, kill him!" the leader ordered in horror, watching Harry mow down everyone in sight. The soldiers around him had much stronger willpower than the original German army, charging forward one by one.
Just as Harry was killing all the soldiers in the yard, a giant tank drove out from within, turned its turret, and fired at him. A blue beam of light hit Harry instantly, and the massive impact sent him flying, crashing into the house behind him. The vibrations caused the structure to collapse.
As the dust settled, everyone watched the ruins expectantly. When the debris was pushed aside, they saw Harry easily stand up. After touching his red chest, he jumped up and landed on the tank. From above, he skillfully removed the lid and leaped inside, killing everyone within.
Just as Harry was about to drive the tank on a rampage, the leader, well-prepared, commanded the hidden artillery to fire shells, detonating the specially exposed blue light energy on the tank.
With a loud explosion, the tank blew apart. The massive shockwave sent everyone around flying backward. Those closest were immediately killed, while the unlucky ones further away suffered broken arms and legs. After the explosion, all the survivors cheered as they looked at the enormous crater and flames left in its wake.
"Finally done," the leader breathed a sigh of relief, gazing at the sea of fire. Just as he was about to send someone to report the news, he noticed a figure emerging from the inferno. His heart sank, and he began to struggle to breathe. He stared wide-eyed at the figure slowly walking through the flames, and the others around him noticed too, swallowing in horror.
"Seriously, you pissed me off," Harry said as he walked out of the flames, completely unscathed. His skin was red, resembling a barbecue, indicating he had taken considerable damage, but he still stood strong, showcasing his incredible resilience.
"Monster! Run away!" Seeing Harry approaching them with a dagger that remained unchanged despite the high temperature, one soldier finally cracked, turning and fleeing in terror, followed by the others.
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Chapter 10: Mutants
"Your people are gone..." Harry said, looking at the leader who had not fled.
"If you cut off one head, two new ones will grow. Long live Hydra." The leader raised his hands as Harry approached, closing his eyes and awaiting death.
"Besides, they're just a bunch of self-righteous fools." Harry glanced at him disdainfully, then leaped up and stabbed him in the head with a dagger. Based on the force generated by his jump, it was clear that, as an ordinary person, the leader would become a pulp.
"Ah!" An intense fear mixed with his faith surged within the leader. He couldn't help but shout loudly, hoping to rid himself of the fear of death. However, as the sound of breaking air drew closer, his terror escalated, and finally, his eyes widened in fear just in time to see Harry descending toward him. His figure grew larger in the leader's pupils, and it would kill him in the next moment.
At the critical moment, a strange figure suddenly appeared before the leader. To his shock, the figure raised his hands to grasp Harry's wrists. The shockwave from their clash radiated outward, directly encompassing a ten-meter radius. Everything within a meter was sent flying, including the leader.
Before the dust stirred up by the shockwave could settle, Harry flipped in the air and flew back from the cloud, landing on the ground. He looked up at the shadowy figure emerging from the dust, frowned, and muttered to himself, "Who? A mutant or a science experiment?"
"You are powerful, but also very arrogant." The figure in the dust spoke softly, then waved his hand to disperse the surrounding haze, revealing his true appearance: a muscular man with short hair, clad in yellow tights and long black swim trunks.
"Who are you? Why do you want to help Hydra?" Harry reached out, grabbed a rag blown by the wind, tied it around his waist, and glared at the man.
"Hydra? I don't know what that is. I only know that you are my father's enemy." The yellow-haired man replied expressionlessly, then rushed forward before Harry could respond. He concentrated energy into his left fist, delivering a massive blow to Harry's face that sent him flying backward. Despite this, Harry twisted his body in mid-air, landing on the ground and avoiding a collision with the rock wall behind him.
"It's disrespectful to return without reciprocating." Harry said, looking up at the man charging towards him. He jumped, dodged the attack, landed behind him, and threw a punch at his back. However, his strike was met with a protective layer of liquid, causing water to splatter everywhere, sparkling in the sunlight.
Harry stared at the liquid shielding his opponent, surprised. He quickly retreated several steps and thought to himself, "It seems this guy is a mutant recruited by Hydra."
"Very impressive, but it's a pity that you just missed me." The man regained his composure and faced Harry, then swiftly closed the distance, launching a kick and swinging his fist toward Harry's face.
Seeing this, Harry raised both hands to block. A massive impact sent him flying backward. After soaring several meters, he landed on top of a tank and rolled to the ground.
This was the first time he encountered someone who was his equal, but rather than feeling afraid, he was exhilarated. He grinned wickedly and charged forward, throwing everything he had into his attack. However, the man deftly dodged, and Harry's fist slammed into the rock wall behind him, creating a massive crater.
With no time to ponder, Harry turned just in time to evade his opponent's next strike. When the man's attack missed, he propelled himself forward and kicked Harry's back. Although the liquid blocked the impact, it still sent Harry flying out and crashing into the rock wall. Not giving him a moment to recover, Harry charged in and struck his back. This time, he put all his strength into the blow to break through the defense.
With a resounding crash, Harry's fist shattered the liquid barrier, smashing into the opponent's spine with a splash of water. The immense force caused the man to crash through the rock, embedding him more than ten meters deep into the mountain. The rocks above began to collapse one after another, burying the man.
"Phew, it's done." Harry looked at the falling debris and exhaled in relief. Turning around, he faced the leader who had managed to survive. "Don't miss out on my affection."
"Damn it." The leader stared at Harry as he approached with clenched fists and an evil smile. Dragging his broken legs, he crawled away, but Harry caught up to him.
"It's time to end this." Harry stood before the leader, clenched his fist, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow when suddenly a water dragon burst forth from beneath him, quickly wrapping around him and lifting him into the air. A large water sphere, two to three meters in diameter, formed and trapped him.
"Gulu gulu." Harry struggled desperately in the water, but without any solid anchor, he couldn't exert any strength. The liquid morphed with his movements, rendering escape impossible. Soon, the water began to seep into every orifice of his body, penetrating inward and making him feel increasingly uncomfortable. The liquid filled his lungs, making it harder to breathe, and his consciousness began to fade.
"Water is omnipresent." The man with the broken arm emerged from the hole left by the water dragon, observing Harry trapped in the air. He manipulated the liquid to invade Harry's body, targeting his internal organs. Discovering that the liquid wasn't damaging to Harry's insides, he was astonished and envious. He contemplated capturing Harry to present to his father but, considering Harry's power, abandoned the idea. Instead, he focused on controlling the liquid entering Harry's lungs, heart, and skull, preparing him to perish under extreme water pressure.
"Yeah, kill him, haha, that's right, just like that, kill him." The leader cheered, watching as Harry in the air slowly surrendered to fear and ceased his struggles.
"We can't kill him yet." The man frowned, observing Harry with his eyes closed in the air.
"What? How is that possible?" The leader exclaimed in disbelief.
"He's quickly adapting to the water to survive. Soon, it won't be effective against him." The man replied with concern, then seized the leader and tossed him into the vehicle he had driven. Starting the engine, he sped off, filled with curiosity and concern for Harry.
Just over twenty minutes after the man departed with the leader, Harry, trapped within the water sphere, suddenly opened his eyes.
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Chapter 11: Normal Blood
"What's wrong with him?" Stark asked the worried Captain America as he looked at Harry sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the swimming pool.
"He has been like this since he came back from the mission three days ago. He would go into the water and stay for a while every day. At first, he only came out after half an hour. Yesterday, it took him more than two hours, and today he has been in there for five hours and still hasn't come out. If I hadn't gone down to check before, I would have thought he was dead." The bearded member of the Howling Commandos explained while sitting by the pool.
"Five hours? That's impressive." Stark looked at Harry in the water, surprised by how long he had been submerged, and then asked, "Has he been stimulated by something?"
"Maybe he encountered an enemy. It must have something to do with water. He suffered a loss, so he's acting like this. But no matter how we asked, he wouldn't answer." The bearded man shook his head.
"I see." Stark looked at Harry with concern. Although he had treated him like a bodyguard at first, over time he began to see him as a friend. Seeing him like this made Stark feel uneasy.
"By the way, have his blood test results come out?" Captain America turned to look at Stark and asked.
"Oh, that's why we came here. After the examination, we found..." Stark began, but before he could finish, the water in the pool suddenly boiled, and then Harry, who was sitting in it, abruptly burst forth from the water, sending large splashes everywhere. The circular waves began to spread out in all directions, drenching everyone on the shore.
Just as the waves approached, Captain America quickly reacted and jumped aside with Stark to avoid getting soaked.
After Harry flew out of the water, a thick column of water didn't fall; instead, it rose and lifted him into the air, over twenty meters high. Once the water calmed down, the water level dropped by more than a meter.
"Oh my God." The bearded man stared at Harry in the air, oblivious to his own embarrassment.
"Looks like he has another superpower." Captain America said with a relieved smile as he watched Harry, who looked exhilarated in the air.
"What an incredible guy." Stark nodded and said, "Harry, stop playing around and come down quickly for your test results."
"Huh? Stark? Here I come." Harry heard this and looked down to see Stark beside Captain America. He flipped over and landed on the shore, the water column following him and splashing back into the pool, causing another wave. Everyone still stunned got wet, and they all left with downcast expressions.
"Seriously, with your abilities, let alone anything else, you could definitely make a fortune by opening a bathhouse." The bearded man complained while drying his hair with a towel.
"Hey, that's some idea." Harry's eyes lit up at this, much to their exasperation. He had clearly taken a liking to the idea of making money.
"Okay, we'll discuss the bathhouse later. Now it's time to hear your examination report." Stark interrupted Harry's future plans.
"Oh, by the way, how did the examination go?" Harry asked, looking at Stark with anticipation.
"Not very well." Stark shook his head as he met everyone's expectant gazes.
"What do you mean? What do you mean it's not good? Am I going to die?" Harry asked nervously after hearing this.
"On the contrary, your physical condition is perfect." Stark shook his head and continued, noticing Harry's growing annoyance, "The main issue is that your body is too normal, and no genetic mutation has been found at all."
"No genetic mutation? Then why can I still have superpowers?" Harry asked, puzzled. He knew that this world wasn't like DC, where blood and magic had their effects. Most awakened superpowers came from genetic mutations. It was just that mutants and Spider-Man exhibited different types of mutations, but they were all apparent. At least Captain America showed the changes from his enhancement.
"Is he an alien?" The bearded man suddenly asked, "Or a descendant of pagan gods?"
"Aliens? You've been reading too many comics, haven't you?" Stark shot a contemptuous look at the bearded man.
"He told me there are many aliens and gods in this world." The bearded man pointed at Harry.
"Okay, but I can assure you that Harry is a purebred Earthling." Stark said, looking at Harry.
"Okay, what else could it be because of?" Hearing this, the bearded man scratched his head, confused.
"I don't know." Stark shrugged.
"Whatever. My superpowers have all awakened in crises anyway. Coupled with super strength and defense, it's enough to survive in this world. Why overthink it?" Harry waved his hand dismissively and turned to leave.
"What now?" Stark asked, looking at the retreating figure, then back at Captain America.
"He's right. His abilities have all awakened during crises, just like the water control this time. Besides, as a warrior, how can you avoid danger? If he's lucky, he'll continue to awaken more powers. If he's not, then his current abilities will be enough." Captain America shrugged, then chased after Harry, putting his arm around his shoulders. "I said, now that you've mastered your newly awakened ability, let's take a break. Anyway, it will still take some time to find the base."
"That's right, let's go home and get some sleep." Harry said, beaming at the suggestion.
"It's not good to sleep all day. There's a baseball game the day after tomorrow. Let's go watch it together." Captain America immediately suggested.
"Yeah, that sounds great." Harry nodded after thinking it over, and then the two left, chatting and laughing. Stark stood behind, watching their retreating figures, lost in thought.
In a secret small base of Hydra, a short doctor looked at the man before him expectantly and asked, "Are you sure you can replicate his ability?"
"Haven't you seen the Neptune that I copied? You should trust me." The man smiled confidently.
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Chapter 12: Natasha
"...a wireless ball, now very high..."
"It was a four-to-four tie."
"Everyone knew that whenever Dodger fouled out... he was setting up, swinging... oh my gosh, he hit it, hit a three-run homer, went up 8-4, whoa..."
"Ah..." With the voice of the commentator, the entire baseball stadium erupted in excitement. Captain America sat in his seat, a bit disappointed. He looked helplessly at the cheering Harry beside him and said, "Where are you from?"
"I'll bet on them to win!" Harry shouted excitedly. As he said this, he felt a strong murderous aura surrounding him. He couldn't help but shrink his neck, turn around, and noticed that everyone else was glaring at him in anger. He slapped his own face and lay helplessly back in his seat.
"Uh, sorry." Harry looked into their eyes and smiled awkwardly. He sat down and said softly to Captain America, "Should we go?"
"Let's go." Captain America sighed and left. He led Harry out of the auditorium while others continued to glare at him. They then followed Harry to the betting point and began to collect the money he won.
"Wow, wow, wow! This is so exciting!" Harry exclaimed, looking at the check amount in his hand. His excitement left Captain America feeling helpless for a moment, but he breathed a sigh of relief seeing Harry in such a good mood. At least he was feeling much better than before, and while it made Captain America a little unhappy, it didn't matter.
Harry tucked the check into his pocket, patting it gently. Just as he prepared to leave with Captain America, a familiar pretty face caught his eye. He hesitated, trying to remember where he had seen her before. She was a woman, but he hadn't paid much attention to her then. As he swaggered out of the arena, he didn't get far before it suddenly clicked: "Natasha?!"
"Natasha? Who is that? Someone you know?" Captain America asked as he turned around. He noticed that Harry had already rushed back in and was momentarily stunned before following him.
Although she's a little younger, it's definitely Natasha." Harry dashed into the stadium, recalling her pretty face: She's only eight years younger than Captain America; she's still just a teenager. Right now, she's likely preparing to assassinate the leader of the ninja organization. I hope it's not here.
"Harry, what's going on?" Captain America asked as he caught up to Harry, noticing his anxious expression.
"I just saw someone familiar, and suddenly I remembered her name. It might be related to my past." Harry reached the spot where he had seen Natasha and looked around.
"Okay, I'll help you find her. What does she look like, and what are her features?" Captain America immediately asked.
"A beauty with long red hair, about seventeen or eighteen years old," Harry replied as he scanned the crowd.
"Long red hair," Captain America echoed, also beginning to search but still unable to find her. Eventually, the two decided to look separately.
After parting ways with Captain America, Harry rushed to the second floor, but the crowd remained dense, making it impossible to search effectively. Finally, he took a deep breath and considered shouting loudly when he suddenly remembered that Natasha was now an agent on a mission. Attracting too much attention would be bad, so he reluctantly gave up.
"Harry, I found her! She's on the third floor of the auditorium!" Captain America called as he ran up. The two quickly headed to the third floor but were stopped by a security guard at the entrance to the auditorium. "Sorry, please show your tickets."
"I am Captain America. I'm looking for important people, and I hope you can help me." Captain America promptly produced his military ID.
"Oh, it's you!" The security guard looked at Captain America excitedly but then hesitated. "But, I'm just working part-time, so I can't help you."
"Okay, where can I get tickets?" Captain America asked helplessly.
"Just..." Before the security guard could finish speaking, Harry impatiently dashed in. His speed was beyond what an ordinary person could react to. He charged directly into the auditorium, scanned the area, and immediately spotted a girl with long black hair, who was expressionlessly approaching an Asian man surrounded by a large group of people, with a pistol sticking out of the right sleeve behind her back.
"It's okay." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to move over, a tall man, about 1.8 meters, suddenly jumped down from the second floor. He grabbed the guardrail of the third floor, flipped over, and landed in front of the ninja leader.
"Baga." When the surrounding ninjas saw this, they immediately stood up, drawing swords from seemingly nowhere and rushing towards him, preparing to kill him before he could hurt the leader.
The strong man allowed them to stab their swords into his body. After extending his hands into fists, six bone claws emerged and pierced the leader's chest. He lifted him up with force, even as dozens of swords were embedded in his body, showing no sign of response.
"Logan?" Harry stared at the familiar man in shock. "Are there still mutants in this world?"
Logan ignored Harry's thoughts. After piercing the leader's heart, he pulled with all his strength, tearing him in half and causing the crowd to scream.
"Baga." Seeing their leader dead, the surrounding ninjas swung their swords angrily and charged at Logan, who swiftly dispatched them in just a few strokes.
Harry remembered to back away, caught in the fleeing crowd. Although he possessed great power, he was still no match for the throng. He couldn't help but think of the saying that there is strength in numbers. He stretched his head to look for Natasha but saw that she had somehow broken away from the crowd and was in the stands, preparing to approach Logan, who had retracted his claws.
"What is this girl doing? Does she want to die?" Harry muttered angrily at the sight but couldn't break free from the crowd. Finally, he leaped from the throng and landed in the stands, blocking Natasha's path.
"I said..." As Harry prepared to lecture Natasha, Logan, seeing her sudden appearance, charged forward with his claws extended, ready to give her a chill. He thrust them forward, but they barely penetrated, stopping just short of two centimeters, surprising him.
Harry was also astonished when he was stabbed. He hadn't expected Logan's bones, which had not yet been implanted with Adamantium, could actually break through his defense. Though the injury was shallow, it surprised him enough that he quickly turned and ran away, drawing a dagger to confront Logan in front of Natasha.
"Boy, look how hard you are." Logan glared at Natasha, blocked by Harry, and growled. He rushed forward but this time didn't stab him; instead, he slashed downwards, opening three one-meter-long gashes across Harry's body.
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