He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"kill!"

Frank moved.

There was no nonsense, no preamble, and they didn't even give the Snake team a second glance.

His legs slammed into the metal floorboards, shattering the metal beneath his feet, and he streaked forward, leaving a dark red afterimage.

"Frank! Wait..."

Before Steve could finish speaking, Frank had already dashed twenty meters away.

The Snake Team reacted extremely quickly, truly befitting a product of the Super Soldier Serum.

He held his vibranium shield horizontally in front of him with his right hand, and took a half step back with his left foot, a standard defensive stance almost exactly like the original Steve.

"HailHydra".

Snake Team uttered a slogan, and their hands, hidden inside their shields, suddenly raised their pistols.

boom!

A bullet came hurtling towards him, but Frank neither dodged nor avoided it, taking the bullet head-on.

puff!

A burst of blood mist erupted, and a bloody hole appeared on Frank's shoulder.

Before anyone could gasp in surprise, countless fleshy buds filled the bloody hole.

"Is that all?"

Frank sneered, and the Blacklight virus on his right arm surged and recombine wildly, quickly condensing into a two-meter-long giant blade of flesh and blood.

Crack!

The giant blade struck the vibranium shield head-on.

The shrill sound of resonating metal pierced half the hall, even causing Tony, who was confronting the zombie Iron Man in the distance, to turn his head.

Snake's heel got stuck in the floor, and he was slid back five or six meters by the impact.

He glanced down at the shield.

It cracked.

A small crack appeared on the edge of the vibranium shield.

The Snake team's expression finally changed.

It wasn't fear, it was confusion.

In his universe, vibranium is the hardest metal, bar none.

No force could split this shield head-on.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"You know, ever since I joined the Avengers, there's been something I've always wanted to do?"

Frank raised the flesh-and-blood blade, its tip aimed at the red skull emblem on the Snake Team's chest.

"That is to kill all the Hydras, and then shatter this shield that always stops me from killing."

Frank took a step forward, the dark red steam emanating from his body growing thicker.

"You're wearing Hydra's skin, but with his face on."

"It's simply a gift from God."

Snake did not retreat; his super soldier instincts drove him to launch a counterattack, his shield slashing horizontally, aiming for Frank's carotid artery.

The standard Captain America close-quarters tactics: fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Frank didn't even look at it.

"Jing Gate, open!"

Green steam burst from Frank's body, and his speed surged to an utterly unreasonable level in that instant.

The shield sliced ​​through the air, leaving only Frank's afterimage in its wake.

The next second, Frank had already circled around to the back of the Snakes.

boom!

A knee strike landed squarely on the Snake Soldier's lower back, and the Super Soldier's spine emitted a dull thud as if it couldn't withstand the strain.

He was curled up like a shrimp, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Frank gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The giant blade of flesh and blood was raised high.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Three knives.

Every strike landed precisely on the same spot on the vibranium shield.

The brute force enhanced by the Eight Gates Formation, combined with the corrosive properties of the Blacklight Virus, caused this theoretically indestructible metal to crack.

"Impossible!" The Snake Team finally spoke a sensible sentence.

The fourth strike landed.

Click!

The vibranium shield broke in two.

Two pieces of debris flew to either side, bounced several times on the metal floor, and finally came to rest in a corner.

All eyes were drawn to this scene.

Even Logan, who was considering teaming up with Colossus to take down Thanos, was stunned for a second.

The vibranium shield is broken?

"Good heavens," Barton shook his head and commented, "He's really gone mad."

The Snake Team's expression changed drastically after losing their shields, revealing their true emotions for the first time.

He threw away the fragments and shards of the shield in his hand, clenched his fists, and assumed a close-quarters combat stance.

Muscles tense, steps steady.

"Come on, I can fight you all day long!" the Snake team said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Steve, who had been about to say something, covered his forehead, looking slightly embarrassed.

"You want to fight me?" Frank tilted his head. "I'd love to."

Frank retracted the flesh-and-blood blade, which then transformed back into his normal arms.

He even closed the Eight Gates Formation, and the green steam on his body dissipated, leaving only the Black Light Virus slowly circulating on his body surface.

"To be fair, I'll only use the basic state."

Snake Team flashed forward and punched Frank in the face with his right fist.

Frank dodged to the side, then slapped Snake's elbow with his left palm, using the force to pull him away.

The snake team's center of gravity shifted, exposing an opening on their right flank.

Frank kneed him in.

The sound of bones cracking.

The Snakes grunted and tried to retreat to create distance.

Frank wouldn't allow it; he grabbed the Snake's neck and headbutted him.

Boom!

Snake's nose bridge was broken, and blood gushed from his nostrils.

"Your fighting skills are indeed quite good," Frank said, pressing down on Snake Team's head.

"But the problem is..."

Frank slammed the snake team's head to the ground.

boom!

"You're so weak!"

The snake team struggled to their feet, their wounds being rapidly repaired by the Super Soldier Serum.

He unleashed seven or eight combo attacks in quick succession, including a sweeping kick with his right foot and a horizontal elbow strike with his left.

I didn't bump into Frank immediately.

The reaction speed and physical skills granted by the Blacklight Virus, combined with Frank's own combat experience, created an almost overwhelming gap in pure close combat.

For every punch the Snakes threw, Frank threw two back.

Every time the Snakes kicked, Frank broke a joint.

In less than thirty seconds, Snake's left arm was dislocated, his right knee was bent at an obviously wrong angle, and his face was covered in blood and gore.

"You can fight me all day long?"

Frank caught the Snakes' last straight punch, his palm enveloping the opponent's fist, dark red tentacles emerging from between his fingers and wrapping around the Snakes' wrist.

"I'm not giving you that chance at all."

Frank twisted it hard.

Click.

The snake's wrist was broken in the reverse direction.

The screams were piercing, but Frank remained completely unmoved, instead displaying an expression of enjoyment.

He grabbed the snake team member by the crippled right arm and kicked him away.

The snake team's bodies tumbled in the air, crashing straight towards the other end of the hall.

That's enough.

A figure blocked the Snake Team's landing point.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique".

The fireball did not hit the Snake team members.

But they precisely blocked all of the snake team's escape routes, and the high-temperature sea of ​​fire sealed off the entire passage.

The snake team finally showed expressions of horror.

Ahead lies a sea of ​​fire, behind lies Frank.

He was caught in the middle, and the repair speed of the super soldier serum could not keep up with the rate at which the injuries were accumulating.

"Who are you?" Snake Team stared at Steve, his voice hoarse.

Steve crouched down to look at his counterpart in this parallel universe at eye level.

"Steve Rogers."

"The difference is that the pattern I hate most in my life is sewn onto your chest."

Steve stood up and turned his back to the Snakes.

"Frank, it's all yours now."

Frank walked over, his arms swelling back into massive, fleshy hammers, and stood in front of the Snake team.

The snake team dragged their battered bodies back half a step, their backs slamming into the scorching wall of fire.

"No...it's impossible."

The snake team's faces were covered in blood, and their eyes showed more confusion than fear.

"I'm a super soldier! I have a vibranium shield!"

"No one can beat me!"

Frank didn't respond, but simply kept slowly raising his right hand, the massive flesh-and-blood hammer.

"In your universe, you might be evenly matched."

Frank's voice rolled out from deep in his throat.

"But this is not your universe."

The hammer fell.

boom!

The snake team's bodies were smashed into the floor.

Then came the second and third hammer blows.

Frank hummed an unknown tune as he swung the hammer with great force.

"That's right."

Li Ang stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and mumbled his comments.

"A villain should have the awareness of a villain."

"Wearing a Hydra uniform and standing in front of Frank, what's the difference between that and waving a red cloth in front of a bull?"

Tony, carrying his Iron Hammer, walked by, glanced at the Snakes team that Frank had smashed with a brick, and commented with only one word:

"miserable."

Then, he turned his head and locked his gaze on the zombie wearing rusty steel armor.

"now you."