From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

The flashbang exploded instantly, and under the influence of the bright light, noise, and fireworks, countless insects emitted unsettling, sharp pops as they scattered and fled like maggots.

"Fuck, what the hell is this place?!" Everyone was still in shock.

Steve stepped forward, crouched down, and carefully examined the corpse on the ground: "The inside has been completely eaten, and the skeleton is covered with dense bite marks."

"Is this what the sewers of Raccoon City are like? Don't tell me there are crocodiles or something." The agent tried to tell a joke, but no one laughed.

"Keep moving forward, get into the lab as soon as possible, and get the evidence we need," Steve said.

While everyone was in a state of panic because of the strange insect, Steve unconsciously began to exert his leadership charisma and calm everyone down.

"How far are we from the lab?"

"It's at the next intersection."

Steve suddenly frowned, glanced at the crowd and noticed that Ada Wong, who was dressed in a red dress and stood out the most, had disappeared at some point.

He immediately asked warily, "Where is Ada Wong?!"

Upon hearing this, Hill finally realized what was happening and turned around, only to find that Ada Wong was nowhere to be seen in the vast sewer.

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on Hill's forehead: "Gone? Has anyone seen Ada Wong?"

The group looked at each other, none of them knowing when Ada Wong had disappeared.

At this moment, Ada Wong suddenly disappeared, which clearly indicated that something was wrong.

"Could it be that Ada Wong is a spy?" Under such circumstances, Steve had to consider whether he had encountered the worst-case scenario.

Once it's confirmed that Ada Wong is a spy, the credibility of the information she provided becomes questionable.

Without intelligence, they would wander aimlessly around Raccoon City like headless flies, and in the end, most of them, except for Steve, would probably die here.

"Keep following the map and leave marks on the walls." Steve unconsciously took the reins from Hill. "Watch out for those red bugs. I don't think they're that simple."

Everyone looked at each other, and then Hill said helplessly, "Do as the captain says."

Before the words were finished, a deafening roar was heard.

Cracks appeared on the ceiling, spreading and widening as if some heavy object was constantly pressing down on it.

Steve immediately yelled, "Get behind the wall!"

Before the words were even finished, the ceiling shattered instantly, and lumps of grotesque flesh, no longer recognizable in shape, wriggled together, intertwining and sticking to each other like pieces of chewed bubble gum stuck together.

However, what were on those chewing gums were not clear teeth marks, but rather the distorted faces of humans in agony, still wailing. These wailings intertwined to form a hellish scene.

The monster grew larger and larger, eventually becoming a mountain of flesh.

Steve's eyes widened, his expression a mixture of horror and rage: "How could they do this to humans! Even fascists wouldn't do this!"

The monster spotted them, and the mountain of flesh began to slowly move, crashing down on the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with a deafening roar.

These elites, selected from various agencies such as the military, FBI, and CIA, believed that they had been immersed in the industry for decades and were already well-informed.

But when the mountain of flesh with its twisted face full of groans appeared before them, they were still terrified.

Some people even collapsed to the ground, unable to recover from their fear even when their companions called out to them.

But when the mountain-like monster came crashing down, it didn't devour and digest it like a slime. Instead, it shot out disgusting and repulsive tentacles.

Tentacles pierced through the agent's body, and bright red fleshy worms were injected into the agent's body.

Now the agents finally understood where the strange worm inside the homeless man came from!

"Gulp, kill me!" The agent finally came to his senses, feeling the fleshy worms gnawing and moving inside his body, and felt that it was worse than death.

Captain America raised his hand and shot him, and a large number of bright red fleshy worms immediately poured out of the bullet hole.

The Mountain of Flesh let out a beast-like roar, as if it was angry that Captain America had destroyed the incubation pod it had prepared for the "children".

The enormous mountain of flesh squeezed through the sewers and rolled toward the crowd.

"Run! If we don't run, we'll end up like George!" Captain America shouted to the others as he tried firing a few shots at the Mountain of Flesh, but when that had no effect.

Under the influence of George's corpse, the people's desire to survive finally overcame their fear.

The group ran while firing at each other behind them, but the effect was minimal.

It wasn't until the crowd threw several grenades that they were able to stop the advance of the mountain of flesh.

However, the exploding grenade not only stopped the advance of the mountain of flesh, but also shattered part of its body, from which a large number of bright red flesh worms crawled out.

These worms are faster and more persistent.

"Damn it!"

In despair, a heavy metal door suddenly appeared before them, slightly ajar, revealing the pristine white walls inside.

"Get in there!" Steve yelled, throwing out several grenades and flashbangs to stop the Mountain of Flesh and the Blood Red Worms from pursuing them.

"Crunch"

The metal door closed, crushing several blood-red worms that hadn't had time to squeeze into the room and were still clinging to the door frame into a burst of juice.

"Fuck Nick Fury! This is the rehabilitation mission you were talking about? It's harder than fighting Hydra!" Captain America slumped on the floor, even with the enhancement from the Super Soldier Serum, he was still exhausted.

Not to mention the special agents, who were exhausted both mentally and physically, and some were already lying on the ground.

However, the most physically demanding activity was not the frantic escape, but the fear of those flesh worms and mountains of flesh.

"What the hell is this place? Isn't this Umbrella Corporation's city?! Why are there things like this in the sewers?!" an agent cursed.

Hill pulled out his communicator for contacting S.H.I.E.L.D., and frowned: "There are signal jammers here. Even our communicator, which we specifically use to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., has no signal."

"We'll have to find another way to get out of this hellhole." Captain America had regained some strength. He checked the front door and, after confirming that there were no problems, began searching inside the house.

There were obvious signs of a struggle inside the house.

"There's blood on the wall, and it's still fresh." Captain America suspiciously followed the blood dripping onto the floor and walked all the way to the door of the indoor elevator, where the elevator doors were constantly closing and opening.

A man wearing a white coat, covered in blood, lay in the elevator car.

The moment Steve saw the man, he recognized him immediately, but he never expected that the man would be in such a miserable state.

He couldn't help but call out the other person's name instinctively: "William Birkin!"