A shirtless muscular man covered in grease charges at you, which isn't a pleasant sight, and Su Ming has no intention of wrestling with such an oily fellow.
Steve, who had just completed the transformation, still without a shield and lacking combat skills, was uninteresting to Su Ming. History was developing in the direction Su Ming was familiar with, with Steve becoming Captain America, and that was enough.
Moreover, Dr. Erskine couldn't remain in the hands of the military-representing SSR; even if Su Ming couldn't use him, he surely had to take the doctor away.
"No way, young man, let me show you something precious."
Su Ming sidestepped, dodging Steve's attack, and seized one of his arms, flinging him towards Peggy and Colonel Philip.
So greasy, Su Ming felt like he was grabbing a fish, and when he let go, there was a 'whoosh' sound.
Steve instantly turned into a human 'T'-shaped boomerang, knocking down the two who were about to shoot.
Su Ming secretly pulled out a small black ball from his bag, pressed the button on it, tossed it high above his head, and then turned and left.
As Steve got up to pursue, the inconspicuous little ball happened to land right in front of him.
"Whirl...."
Steve didn't know what it was. The object was hardly larger than a sugar cube, and he didn't pay it much attention.
However, this unremarkable little thing emitted a terrifying bright light and noise, making the room's would-be pursuers momentarily blinded and disoriented, unable to stand steadily.
A powerful flashbang swiped from the Briss Bat Cave, unseen in this era.
According to the distance from the detonation point, ordinary people would take about three to five minutes to recover, but Steve only needed around 30 seconds.
But even with someone on his shoulders, Su Ming could cover a considerable distance in that time.
Retracing the path back was easy; the knocked-out military police remained unconscious where they fell, though Little Rose was nowhere to be seen.
However, just as Su Ming was about to leave the underground corridor, his sixth sense picked up on something.
In a dark room at the side of the corridor, someone was aiming at him.
Basically, masked characters' helmets undergo special modifications, allowing them to smell scents even while blocking gases, enabling superheroes and villains to perceive their surroundings early in combat.
As Su Ming passed the door, he caught a faint scent of liquor and tobacco.
And the feeling of being watched; although the other party tried hard to hide any murderous intent, the super soldier's senses were sharper, and the target was Dr. Erskine on his shoulder.
Su Ming was bulletproof, but the doctor, wearing only a white coat, was clearly not.
Rather than let the doctor fall into others' hands, it was better for no one to get him, a standard special agent mentality.
The hidden person was quite cunning; he didn't fire when Su Ming passed but waited until he'd moved away slightly before peeking out to shoot.
He aimed for the doc's drooping head but was evidently ignorant about super soldiers.
Before he could fire, Su Ming turned around, catching the bullet with his arm armor. The small brass bullet flattened into a metal pancake on the promethium-made armor, then fell to the ground.
"Ding....."
"Bang! Bang!"
"Ding! Ding!"
The young Black man fired repeatedly, each shot aimed at the doctor, while Su Ming effortlessly blocked each bullet at close range.
It sounded challenging, but it relied on calculation and anticipation, not speed. The Black man had good marksmanship, but that was all.
He still needed to use his eyes to aim, and the pulling of the trigger caused his hand muscles to twitch.
Su Ming could sense when he'd shoot, and the rest was like catching fruit under a tree.
There are many who can hit targets without looking, like Death Shooter, Hawkeye, and Green Arrow, but unfortunately, they weren't here.
"Oh, not bad, swift moves." Su Ming commented while catching bullets, slightly tilting his head to talk to the Black man: "Which agency are you from?"
"..."
The Black man didn't answer, abandoned his empty gun, and drew a dagger, charging forward.
Alright, among agents, there are those like 007, suavely charming and hitting on women everywhere, naturally, there are also these silent types, and staying silent in combat is indeed a good habit.
So Su Ming stood still, letting him stab his chest, the alloy dagger skimming sparks off the promethium armor, then he backhanded a slap, knocking the Black man unconscious.
Deathstroke was already a modified human, with considerable strength, and now with the enhancement of X Metal, if he didn't hold back, he could smash an ordinary person's head with ease.
He bent down to check the Black man's neck and pockets.
"Hmm... Nicholas Joseph Fury..." Su Ming dropped the dog tag onto his black chest and turned away: "Just a piece of advice, even though you're now part of the army, it's best for agents not to wear dog tags."
Who knows when this Black man Fury will come to understand this truth, but there was something interesting about him.
This world now, so many changes.
He walked out of the antique shop, and the sound of police sirens could be heard from afar. He twisted and turned, slipping into a small alley, and directly lifted the manhole cover to enter the sewers.
Let them search on the surface all they want.
Su Ming seemed to be transported back more than ten years, to the time when he first arrived in New York, even the familiar sewers felt novel.
The once familiar world seemed to be becoming strange...
Of course, it could also be because the increase in chemical products over the years has changed the smell of the sewers.
Listening to the sound of sewage flowing and the squeaking of rats, he briskly carried the professor back to the underground of 'Peace Restaurant,' changed out of the Holy Statue Uniform, blindfolded the unconscious professor, bound his hands and feet, loaded him into the car, and headed straight for the airport.
His own factory could only produce twin-engine small planes, but it's still a private jet, isn't it?
Stark Industries, on the other hand, had four-engine large planes. Su Ming bought one, hoping his 'bricksperts' could copy it.
However, Howard's level far surpassed that of this era and everyone else. For the bricksperts, the cost of copying a plane would be more than directly buying one from Stark.
Over the years, Su Ming observed some patterns.
It seemed as if he was being targeted by the world's consciousness in this regard. Regardless of how brilliant the scientists were in the past, once they joined Wilson Enterprises, attempting to help Su Ming break through the military technology of the era, something like a 'Sophon' would lock their brains, making the experiments and research a mess.
However, if they were to research household goods or food, this restriction would disappear, and they would all become top talents. Now Wilson Enterprises' semi-automatic washing machines are about to be launched.
Su Ming still didn't know who, or what, was obstructing him, but he had been keeping track all along.
A day and a night later, after several takeoffs and refuels, the plane finally arrived at Kahol Island.
On the surface, it still looked the same, but the underground space was mostly complete.
Su Ming dumped the awakened professor in a straw hut. He was still blindfolded; now was not the time for a meeting.
"Old Zhang, keep an eye on this old man, don't let him escape."
The business of Butcher Old Zhang couldn't be continued, either. After the Japanese Army bombed Pearl Harbor, life in Hawaii wasn't as good.
After taking over Kahol Island, Su Ming had Old Zhang bring a few familiar households over to help manage the farmland and the island as part of a cover.
They were completely in the dark, unlike Gin.
"Well, Mr. Wei, who is this old man?" Old Zhang rubbed his hands, hesitating. The massacre in Honolulu from more than ten years ago was still fresh in his memory, and he both respected and feared Su Ming.
"He's a German scientist, Germany, you know? Japan's ally."
Su Ming checked the plane again and refueled it. He needed to return to New York.
Upon hearing that he was Japan's ally, Old Zhang immediately displayed hatred: "So he's one of the Little Devils, Mr. Wei, just tell me, what do you want to do with him?"
"The situation is a bit complicated. This scientist isn't completely on Germany's side, but the things he creates are dangerous. Naturally, we can't let the Americans have them, so just keep an eye on him."
Su Ming dropped the fuel nozzle, picked up a rag to wipe his hands, enjoying Hawaii's pleasant sunshine.
"Alright, got it. We'll take turns watching him, even recording when he goes to the bathroom."
"Uh... no need for that, just make sure he doesn't escape, commit suicide, or contact the outside world."
The island has nothing, and the professor could only study pineapples and coconuts if he wanted to experiment.
"Alright, rest assured, Mr. Wei, everyone on the island is my relative, this old man won't fly away even if he has wings."
"Okay, just don't let him get bored and cause problems. Let him help with farming and chopping firewood if there's nothing else. You figure it out, I'm leaving."
Su Ming shrugged, signaling Old Zhang to handle it, then climbed back into the plane and left Kahol Island.
The professor went from one extreme to another, helping Hydra develop serum only to realize it was wrong, then decided to help Hydra's enemies.
But is the United States Military good people? If they were to truly gain a Super Soldier army, it would essentially be another group of Nazis.
So the professor stays here, helping Su Ming grow pineapples. He's an expert in genetics and biology, maybe he'll come up with some new breed?