Chen Mo's keen senses detected a hint of danger in advance.
He saw a tank in the distance rotating its turret, aiming its cannon at him. Seeing this, Chen Mo immediately sprang into action, charging towards the tank.
With a rapid sprint, Chen Mo leaped high into the air when he was still several meters away from the tank, drawing a perfect arc in the air as he descended onto the tank's turret.
The gunner inside the tank was still aiming when he suddenly lost sight of his target.
Landing steadily on the turret, Chen Mo casually slashed the tank's cannon with his sword. He then lifted his shield and struck down heavily, smashing open the hatch.
After throwing a high-explosive grenade into the tank, Chen Mo quickly found his next target. He jumped onto an armored vehicle and easily destroyed it in the same manner.
Dodging the bullets from Hydra soldiers, Chen Mo swiftly neutralized the most threatening heavy weapons. The remaining few hundred soldiers posed no threat.
The base's forces were already limited, with fewer than 500 soldiers in total. Most of their mechanized units were deployed elsewhere, leaving the base's defenses weak.
The Hydra troops fighting the Allies outside had already been eliminated by Chen Mo one by one. This base was the last remaining Hydra stronghold in the area.
After eliminating the greatest threats, Chen Mo signaled for a full attack. The elite special forces soldiers, who had been waiting outside, eagerly rushed in.
They wore the same black combat suits as Chen Mo, with lighter bulletproof armor underneath. Although the weight of the armor slightly affected their agility, Chen Mo had already neutralized most of the heavy firepower, so they didn't need to dodge much. The heavy bulletproof armor significantly enhanced their survival capabilities.
The Hydra troops inside the base were already severely weakened by Chen Mo. The arrival of the special forces accelerated their defeat. The outcome was now certain. Chen Mo sheathed his sword, drew his pistol, and rejoined the battle.
With the special forces joining the battle, the Hydra soldiers were overwhelmed by the fierce attack from hundreds of special forces members. The bullets aimed at Chen Mo were no longer as dense as before. This time, Chen Mo didn't use his shield to block the bullets. Instead, he relied on his keen senses and superhuman reflexes to dodge the bullets while shooting back, using the opportunity to train his reaction and bullet-dodging abilities.
As a result, his enemy-killing speed naturally slowed down. Before Chen Mo could empty his third magazine, the battle was already over.
"Commander!"
The leader of the first squad of the special forces stepped forward to report the results to Chen Mo.
"All enemies have been eliminated! We have completely taken over the entire base!"
The Hydra base had fallen, and this was the second Hydra base that Chen Mo had destroyed.
As the true mastermind behind Hydra, Chen Mo felt no discomfort in personally destroying his own base.
Breaking and then rebuilding, not to mention that these bases were full of Hydra "traitors" loyal to Hitler. In Chen Mo's original plan, these bases were to be abandoned anyway.
World War II would end in a few years, and these not-so-hidden bases would eventually be discovered. Rather than letting that happen, it was better to make use of them.
Firstly, it would completely eliminate internal rebellion and allow Chen Mo to fully control Hydra. Secondly, it would deceive the various national powers, allowing Chen Mo to disappear completely. Thirdly, it would enhance his status and reputation among the Allies, gaining their complete trust and deepening his control over S.H.I.E.L.D. Who would have thought that the person who personally destroyed Hydra would be its true controller?
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Brooklyn, New York
In the evening, as the lights came on, every household's dining table was filled with sumptuous food. Families gathered together, enjoying dinner amidst laughter and joy.
At this time, however, the atmosphere in the martial arts school was somewhat heavy.
A few minutes earlier.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, which was suddenly pushed open. A lean figure, full of anxiety, rushed in. It was Wang Kun, the martial artist who had just left not long ago, but for some reason, he had suddenly returned to the martial arts school.
Ignoring the surprised looks from the people in the martial arts school, Wang Kun quickly went upstairs. After a short while, he came back down without saying a word and headed straight for the door.
However, the bulge at his waist told everyone what he had gone upstairs to do.
"Why are you taking a gun?" the old butler quickly asked.
Huang Quan and a few others hurriedly blocked his path.
"Wang Kun, what happened? What are you doing?"
Seeing his aggressive demeanor, it was clear something had happened.
After the incident with "Mad Dog" Tony, Chen Mo brought back a bunch of firearms and required everyone at the martial arts school, including the old butler Albert, to practice their shooting skills.
After all, although the martial artists were skilled, they couldn't fight against firearms with bare hands. With their superior agility and reflexes, they could be extremely lethal with guns.
As for old Albert, Chen Mo thought it was good for him to have some self-defense skills. He wanted everyone around him to at least be able to protect themselves.
Old Albert didn't resist this idea. On the contrary, he practiced more diligently than the others because he believed that mastering shooting skills would allow him to help Chen Mo when needed.
Huang Quan and the others, although they practiced well under Chen Mo's requirements, still valued their martial arts more. They didn't carry guns with them and only took them out from their rooms on the second floor when practicing.
"They're gone!" Wang Kun's voice trembled, and his fists were tightly clenched.
"When I got home, my wife and child were gone!"
Wang Kun looked at the old butler, visibly agitated.
"There was only a note left in the house, telling me to go to the dock alone tonight to get them!"
Old Albert nodded solemnly. "The young master has been away for more than half a year. It seems someone has targeted us again."
Among the four martial artists, the others either hadn't started families or had lost their relatives in the war. Only Wang Kun's wife and son were still with him.
After coming to the martial arts school, their lives were secure, and Wang Kun rented a house nearby. The family of three lived comfortably.
Every evening, his wife would prepare dinner early, waiting for him to come home. But today, when he rushed home, he found the house in disarray, and his wife and child were missing.
There was only a note on the table, telling him to go to Dock 6 alone tonight to get them, or he would be collecting their bodies.
"What do we do now?" the youngest, Han Qing, asked, looking at the others.