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He perfectly coordinated with Steve's force, allowing his body to exhibit a state of complete muscle relaxation, core strength dissipation, and true exhaustion.

At the same time, he deliberately kept his breathing shallow and rapid, his face was pale, and his lips were cracked, looking exactly like an unfortunate person who had just been pulled out of the ICU and was in the late stage of kidney failure.

"Cough...cough cough..." He immediately launched into a dramatic performance, coughing violently as if he were about to cough up his lungs. His face paled several shades, and he looked as weak as a sheet of paper. Leaning against Steve, he weakly whispered, "Captain...I'm alright..."

Steve's body stiffened abruptly, not because of Chu Hang, but because, empowered by the super serum, he heard footsteps coming from the left passage ahead.

He instinctively stopped, held his breath, and listened intently.

Steve remained silent for a full two seconds.

Then, Captain America made a decision. He decisively waved his hand and whispered to his teammates behind him, "Change direction! Everyone, to the right! Absolute silence!"

No one raised any objections.

The group turned silently, like a group of ghosts, and turned into the narrower, darker side road on the right.

Less than half a minute after they left the main pipe, three Hydra soldiers carrying MP40 submachine guns appeared where they had just been! The beams of their flashlights swept across the empty pipe.

Instantly, everyone's backs were soaked with a layer of cold sweat!

The rest of the journey became strangely smooth.

Several times, they could even clearly hear Hydra soldiers cursing and complaining in German on the other side of the wall. The extreme thrill of brushing shoulders with death sent the adrenaline soaring through all the Roaring Commandos, their eyes practically bloodshot with excitement.

Finally, after walking anxiously for more than half an hour, they crawled out of the damned underground maze in a disheveled state, following a long-abandoned ventilation duct.

The moment the cold, fresh air of the Alps filled their lungs, everyone felt as if they were in another world, greedily taking deep breaths.

Outside, it was already getting light.

In the distance, the once invincible and heavily guarded Hydra factory had been reduced to a burning ruin. Thick black smoke, like an ugly dragon, rose into the sky, dyeing half the sky an ominous apocalyptic gray.

"We...we really...successfully."

"Big Guy" Dugan stared at the spectacular sea of ​​fire, muttering to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.

They not only rescued all the prisoners of war, but also razed one of Hydra's most important secret bases in Europe to the ground.

This record is unbelievable! It's so incredible, it could be made into a movie!

“Let’s get out of here and find a place to rest.” Steve broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion from surviving the ordeal. “Let’s go to the hunter’s hut marked on the map.”

The hunter's cabin was an emergency refuge they had planned beforehand, located in a dense coniferous forest more than ten kilometers east of the factory.

There were pre-stocked food, fresh water, and basic medicines.

For this team, now out of ammunition and supplies, and with everyone wounded, that place is paradise.

Another arduous march through the snow.

Chu Hang continued to receive special attention from Steve, enjoying VIP-level support and assistance.

His body had actually recovered to almost full strength long ago.

His ability to replicate isn't limited to the [Super Soldier Serum] and [Cosmic Cube Energy]. He also possesses a passive skill he borrowed from Logan, a skill that's practically a bug in itself—[Healing Factor]!

It was a small wooden house built from large logs, which looked quite old. The roof was covered with a thick layer of snow, blending perfectly with the surrounding snowy landscape. You wouldn't notice it unless you got close.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a smell of wood and dust hits you.

But for these survivors, the scent was better than any French perfume.

"Falsworth, check everyone's wounds! Dugan, you take some men outside to keep watch! The rest of you, start a fire, boil water, and get the food out!"

Upon entering the room, Steve immediately began issuing orders, and the entire team moved in an orderly manner, demonstrating the professionalism of an elite unit.

Chu Hang was carefully helped by Steve to the fireplace and made to sit down against the rough stone wall.

"You rest first." Steve looked at his pale, bloodless face, his eyes filled with a barely perceptible apology and worry. "I'll go help."

Chu Hang nodded weakly, too lazy to even speak.

Soon, a warm, orange-red flame rose in the fireplace, crackling and dispelling the biting cold in the room. A cooking pot was also set up, its contents quickly melting snow and bubbling with heat.

Everyone was given a piece of black bread that could be used as a brick and a cold can of beef, which they wolfed down with hot water.

This was the first hot meal they had eaten in the past two days.

The atmosphere gradually eased with the comfort of food and fire.

However, what is destined to happen will eventually happen.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and their wounds had been treated, an eerie, suffocating silence fell over the small wooden cabin.

Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, was drawn like searchlights to the young Eastern man who was leaning against the fireplace, resting with his eyes closed.

Finally, Logan, that hot-tempered guy, couldn't take it anymore.

He finished his bread in a few bites, wiped his greasy hands haphazardly on his dirty military uniform, and then strode up to Chu Hang, looking down at him with the gaze of someone scrutinizing prey about to be dissected.

“Kid,” he spoke, his voice not loud, but like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples, “Stop fucking pretending. Tell me the truth, what exactly are you?”

This question was extremely impolite, full of provocation and judgment.

The air in the room instantly plummeted to freezing. The members of the Roaring Commando didn't dare to even breathe.

Chu Hang slowly opened his eyes, raised his head, and calmly looked into Logan's beastly eyes, which were filled with aggression and scrutiny.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"You fucking know!" Logan's temper flared up instantly. He took a step forward and practically pointed at Chu Hang's nose, growling, "Don't try that on me! I've lived for hundreds of years, my nose is sharper than a dog's! The smell on you is completely different from before! That power, that power that can crush a person into a meat pie out of thin air, what is it?!"

“I’ve already explained,” Chu Hang’s tone remained as calm as a glass of plain water, “That was an ability I awakened… It came at a great cost. After using it, I almost died, as you saw.”

"Bullshit!" Logan spat. "You call that almost dying? I bet you recovered faster than anyone else! This half-dead look you're giving me is all an act!"

Steve's sharp shout stopped the situation from escalating. He strode between the two men, standing like a wall and pushing the enraged Logan aside.

"Calm down," he said to Logan first, then turned around and slowly squatted down so that he was at eye level with Chu Hang, who was sitting down.

“Chu,” his voice was gentle, “we are comrades-in-arms, brothers. We fought side by side, and we escaped from Hydra’s base together. I hope there are no secrets between us.”

“I’m not trying to pry into your privacy, but I need to know,” he paused, then asked the three most crucial questions, word by word, “what are the limits of the power you possess? Is it… controllable?”

This is no longer just simple curiosity.

This is a commander conducting a risk assessment of his most powerful, yet most unstable, "superweapon"—a risk that concerns the very survival of his entire team.

Chu Hang fell silent.

Looking into Steve's sincere yet terrifyingly sharp eyes, he knew that this day would not be easy to get through.

Simple lies can no longer fool these two shrewd and calculating individuals.

“Captain,” he gave a bitter smile, raised his hand to rub his temples, revealing a pained expression that he couldn’t bear to look back on, “I didn’t lie to you. That kind of power, I really…can’t fully comprehend.”

"It's like... a switch. A switch installed inside my body that I can't see or touch."

“When I’m near death, like being shot by a bullet or blown away by a bomb, this switch might be turned on. Then, I feel my body can resonate faintly with the surrounding space.”

He cautiously brought up the core term "space" again, but immediately modified it with a more vague and scientific term.

"I don't know what it is. It's an invisible and intangible medium."

“I can… forcibly distort or compress a small area at an unimaginably high cost. As you can see, it can stop bullets, or… crush enemies.”

"But..." He changed the subject, his voice becoming weaker and hoarse, filled with lingering fear, "Every time I used it, it felt like I was frantically draining my life force. If it weren't for this... strange self-healing ability that I was born with, I would have died long ago, not even leaving a trace!"

As he spoke, he clutched his chest tightly with his hand, and a fine layer of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead. His acting was so realistic that he almost believed it himself.

"As for the limit... I don't know. I only know that those two moves in the base just now were my limit. If I used it again, I have no doubt that I would explode on the spot."

“Controllability… is out of the question.” He shook his head in despair. “It’s like a mad beast locked inside me, and I’m just barely holding onto one end of the reins. Most of the time, it’s asleep. It can only be awakened when I’m emotionally unstable or when my life is in mortal danger. I… I can’t control it.”

This half-true, half-false "heartfelt speech" is a perfect script.

He acknowledged that the essence of his abilities was related to "space," satisfying their curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

After listening to his vivid and expressive performance, Logan's aggressive demeanor noticeably weakened. Although he was still full of doubt, the feeling of "soul-squeezing" described by Chu Hang gave him, a person who had experienced the pain of bone fracture and regeneration countless times, a strange sense of empathy.

Steve, on the other hand, fell into a long silence.

He lowered his head, his handsome face showing a mixture of emotions, as if he was rapidly processing the massive and terrifying information in Chu Hang's words.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head, looked at Chu Hang, and said with utmost solemnity, "I understand."

"Chu, whatever you may be hiding inside you, you saved all of our lives today. That's undeniable."

“From today onwards, this ability of yours will be a top-secret item for the Roaring Commando! S-rank! No one, including Colonel Phillips, is to divulge a single word about it!” He stood up abruptly, looked around at all the team members in the room, and spoke with unwavering resolve, leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes, Captain!" everyone responded in unison, their voices loud and clear.

“As for you,” Steve looked at Chu Hang again, his eyes becoming complex and resolute, “you need to learn to control it. Not to fight, but to… survive.”

"We'll help you."

After saying that, he reached out and patted Chu Hang's shoulder heavily.

In that instant, there was no more testing, only the heavy trust between comrades, a trust that was enough to entrust one's life to another.

Chu Hang looked at him and nodded solemnly.

A crisis of trust that could have easily escalated into infighting or even armed conflict was effortlessly resolved by his masterful acting and flawless rhetoric.

He knew that Steve and Logan didn't completely trust him.

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Chapter 46 Beast

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Hang was awakened by an almost savage aroma of meat.

The aroma was so overpowering and unreasonable, a mixture of the unique gamey smell and the sizzling, caramelized scent of oil under high temperatures, like an invisible hand roughly dragging his consciousness out of a bottomless, chaotic darkness.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and it took him a good ten seconds to refocus his vision from the blurry patch of color.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of rough log beams overhead, and covered with a prickly wool blanket. The firelight from the fireplace cast a warm, golden glow over the entire room. A cooking pot sat on the fire, bubbling away, releasing a milky-white broth that wafted out its most enticing aroma.

I'm alive……

This thought finally put his mind at ease. The two earth-shattering spatial manipulations he'd experienced last night at the Hydra base had almost drained him completely. That weakness that surged from the depths of his soul wasn't an act; it was real. Although the [Self-Healing Factor] and [Life Return] had been silently repairing him, the immense mental strain was like a severe cold—it couldn't be fully recovered from with just a good night's sleep.

He glanced around discreetly. Several veterans of the Roaring Commando were gathered around a campfire, sharing a roasted rabbit with daggers. They were covered in blood, their beards unkempt, yet they exuded a relaxed air of relief after surviving a close call.

"Hey, look, he's awake!"