I'm having a blast in Marvel!

Page 2

He saw a young soldier beside him, who had just been charging forward, suddenly have his upper body gone, blown into a bloody mist by a shell that seemed to have come from nowhere. The warm liquid splattered all over Chu Hang's face, sticky and carrying a fishy smell that made his stomach churn.

Fear, an unprecedented fear, like countless cold hands reaching out from all directions, gripped his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. As an ordinary person who grew up in peacetime, where had he ever seen anything like this? Compared to the real battlefield, the wars in movies were like children playing house.

He wanted to scream, to turn and run, to dig a hole and bury himself. But in this chaotic meat grinder, there was nothing he could do. The only thing he could do was to imitate everyone else, bend over like a shrimp, and run forward as fast as he could.

His gaze instinctively locked onto the most conspicuous target—Logan, the bearded, muscular man with a cigar in his mouth and a bone claw in his hand.

This guy was like a buffalo that had stumbled into a flock of sheep, completely ignoring the German barrage of fire. He strode forward with heavy steps and an unstoppable momentum. Bullets struck his thick chest, only splattering small sprays of blood, and then he would sway as if nothing had happened, continuing to roar like a wild beast. Each swing of his bone claws brought a ghastly white flash, easily tearing apart the bodies of his enemies. He was like a relentless killing machine, leaving behind only mangled corpses and the terrified screams of German soldiers in his wake.

"Follow him! Stay close to him!" This was the only thought in Chu Hang's mind. On this battlefield where certain death was certain, this unkillable monster was his only chance of survival.

He strained with all his might, staying close behind Logan. Logan drew most of the fire, and Chu Hang, following behind him, felt the pressure lessen considerably.

Even so, danger was still lurking everywhere. A stray bullet emerged from some corner, whistling sharply, and pierced his left shoulder.

"Ah!" Chu Hang screamed in agony as a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body. He felt as if his left arm had been branded with a red-hot iron, and then his entire shoulder went numb. He stumbled and fell heavily onto the muddy ground.

He lay on the ground, trembling with pain, his underwear instantly soaked with cold sweat. He looked down and saw a hole in his left shoulder of his uniform, blood gushing out like it was free, quickly staining the soil beneath him a dark red.

"It's over..." His mind went blank, a strong feeling of weightlessness and dizziness washing over him. He knew this was a sign of impending blood loss. What about the healing factor? Why didn't it work?

Just as his consciousness began to fade, a familiar, excruciating itch came from deep within the wound. The feeling was even more unbearable than when the bullet pierced through, as if countless ants were frantically gnawing at his bones and flesh.

He groaned in pain, but a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him.

I can feel it! The self-healing factor is working!

He endured the indescribable pain and itching, staring intently at his wound. He could feel the muscles and blood vessels inside the wound writhing, intertwining, and regenerating wildly in a way that defied logic. The bullet, embedded in the bone, was forcibly squeezed out by the newly formed muscles and fell into the muddy water with a "clatter."

The process lasted for about a minute, but to Chu Hang it felt like an eternity. When the intense itching finally subsided, the sharp pain in his shoulder also disappeared. He moved his left arm, and apart from some soreness and numbness, he felt no pain at all.

He then realized that the healing factor didn't make him immune to pain, nor did it make him invulnerable. It was simply an incredibly powerful after-sales service; no matter how badly you were beaten, as long as you didn't die on the spot, it could fix you up. But this repair process was anything but pleasant.

"Damn, this ability... comes with a painful after-sales service package." Chu Hang grinned as he got up from the mud.

After all that commotion, he actually became bolder. He wasn't going to die anyway, so what was there to be afraid of!

He looked up, searching for Logan. Soon, he saw Logan pinned down beneath a bombed-out earthen mound ahead.

A German MG42 heavy machine gun was mounted in a makeshift bunker made of sandbags, spitting out long tongues of fire. The terrifying rate of fire created a barrage of bullets, like a wall of death, pinning Logan down behind the earthen mound, sending dirt and gravel flying everywhere in front of him. Although Logan tried to break through time and again, he was driven back by the dense bullets, constantly adding new wounds to his body. His powerful self-healing ability was proving insufficient against this continuous high-intensity firepower.

Chu Hang's heart leaped into his throat. He knew very well that Logan was his only protection right now. If Logan was crippled by that machine gun, then he himself wouldn't be far from death.

Help him? How? He doesn't even know how to cock his own gun. If he charges at him head-on, he'll probably be riddled with bullets after only a couple of steps.

His gaze swept quickly across the chaotic battlefield, finally settling on the entrenching tool next to a corpse at his feet. The edge of the tool gleamed coldly in the firelight.

A crazy idea suddenly popped into his head.

My greatest advantage is that I can't die. Since that's the case, why not take advantage of it?

Without further hesitation, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the mud-covered entrenching tool. Crouching low, he used the uneven terrain and the corpses scattered around him as cover, and began to slowly make his way towards the machine gun emplacement that was roaring wildly from the side.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost leaping out of his throat. Every step he took felt like dancing on a knife's edge. Several times, bullets grazed his scalp, the wind whipping up his cheeks and stinging.

The German machine gunner's attention was completely drawn to Logan; he never dreamed that someone would dare to sneak up from the open area on the flank.

Closer, even closer. Chu Hang could even see the machine gunner's face flushed red with excitement and nervousness.

Chu Hang took a deep breath, mustered all the courage he had ever had, and leaped out from behind a horse carcass. He gripped the entrenching tool tightly with both hands, let out a roar that even he himself found unfamiliar, and with all his might, slammed the heavy shovel head down hard onto the back of the machine gunner's head.

A dull, teeth-grinding thud. The German soldier's head was smashed like a watermelon; a large chunk of his helmet was dented. He didn't even utter a sound before collapsing limply onto the machine gun.

The assistant gunner next to him was terrified by this sudden turn of events. He looked at Chu Hang, who appeared like a demon from hell, in horror and instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

Chu Hang was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy. He pulled out his entrenching tool, and without even looking, swung it backhand, the edge of the tool striking the man squarely on the neck.

With a crisp "crack," the assistant gunner's head drooped down at an odd angle.

Having dealt with two people, Chu Hang felt as if all his strength had been drained. His legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the blood-soaked mud, his entrenching tool falling to the side. Looking at the two corpses at his feet, his stomach churned, and he vomited up the oatmeal he'd eaten that morning. He trembled uncontrollably, unsure whether it was from fear or the physical reaction to killing.

The roar of the machine guns abruptly ceased, and a moment of silence seemed to fall over the battlefield.

Logan, whose pressure had suddenly eased, immediately noticed. He leaped up from behind the embankment and rushed to the machine gun position in a few steps. He saw the two fallen German soldiers, then Chu Hang, who was sitting on the ground, pale-faced and trembling, and the puddle of vomit next to him.

A complex expression appeared on Logan's fierce face. He didn't speak, but walked to Chu Hang's side, stretched out his large, fan-like hand, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Kid, not bad." He said in a hoarse voice, then patted Chu Hang hard on the shoulder twice. "You've got guts."

Chu Hang stumbled from the slap, managed a couple of dry laughs, and couldn't utter a single word.

The battle ended half an hour later, and they captured the position at a heavy cost. The surviving soldiers collapsed to the ground, exhausted. No one spoke; the only sounds in the air were heavy breathing and the groans of the wounded.

Logan pulled out a bottle of whiskey from somewhere, unscrewed the cap, took a big gulp, and then handed the bottle to Chu Hang.

Chu Hang hesitated for a moment, then took it and followed suit, gulping down a mouthful. The spicy liquid burned like fire from his throat to his stomach, causing him to cough violently, but the burning sensation dispelled much of the chill in his heart.

Logan, with his signature cigar dangling from his lips, squatted down next to Chu Hang, squinting at him before finally speaking after a long pause: "I saw you were shot, in the shoulder. Where's the wound?"

Chu Hang's heart skipped a beat; he knew what was coming had finally arrived. He had already prepared his explanation, and feigning calmness, he said, "I don't know what happened. I've been like this since I was little. No matter how badly I'm injured, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep. I heal much faster than others."

Logan gave him a deep look, his gaze so sharp it seemed to see right through him. He didn't press further, simply nodding. Everyone has their secrets, especially in this godforsaken place; survival is the only thing that matters. He sensed a similar "monster" aura about Chu Hang, one he recognized.

He exhaled a smoke ring and extended his calloused and scarred hand toward Chu Hang: "You saved my life. My name is Logan."

Chu Hang looked at him, reached out his hand, and shook it tightly: "Chu Hang."

Afterwards, Chu Hang and Logan became inseparable partners. One acted like a tank, drawing fire and charging into battle from the front, while the other, like a ghost, used his invincibility to harass and ambush from the flanks. Their combination shone brightly in several battles over the next two days, with frighteningly high efficiency.

On the third day at dusk, they had just repelled a German counterattack and were leaning against the trench sharing a can of beef. An officer wearing a top hat and sporting a distinctive mustache walked straight up to them, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

The officer's uniform was impeccably tailored, and his boots were polished to a gleaming shine, a stark contrast to the muddy, blood-soaked surroundings. He looked down at Chu Hang and Logan, who were covered in mud and wolfing down their food, a playful smile on his face.

"Gentlemen," he began, his voice clear and firm, "would you be interested in moving to another place and doing something more interesting?"

Chapter 3 Roaring Commando

Logan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He grabbed the last piece of beef from the can and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "No interest. Killing Germans here is more interesting."

That's just how he is; he's naturally averse to being told what to do. Chu Hang, however, didn't see it that way. He knew perfectly well that this mustachioed officer was none other than Dum-Dugan from the Howling Commandos movies. This was a golden opportunity to curry favor with the main force; sticking with the main army was much better than him and Logan being outcasts.

He quickly nudged Logan with his elbow and said to Dugan with a forced smile, "Sir, that's just how my brother is, don't mind him. Of course we're interested, but we don't know what kind of interesting job you're talking about is."

Dugan's gaze swept between Chu Hang and Logan, a shrewd glint in his small eyes. He seemed completely unconcerned about Logan's rudeness, but rather more interested in Chu Hang, the seemingly more "pragmatic" Eastern lad.

“A job that will allow you to fully utilize your ‘specialties’,” Dugan said with a meaningful smile. “A job that will allow you to kill to your heart’s content. Come with me, we’ll talk on the way.”

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Logan's agreement.

Logan frowned, looking annoyed, clearly not wanting to move.

Chu Hang quickly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Logan, think about it. We're pretty good fighters now, but what if we run into some tough nut to crack one day? What if we're surrounded by hundreds of guns or tanks? Even with your self-healing abilities, you'd be turned into mincemeat. With them, they're practically elite regular troops. Their equipment, intelligence, and logistics are far superior to ours. Besides, judging from what he's saying, there are plenty of tough nuts to crack. Wouldn't that be more satisfying than killing these ordinary soldiers you're killing now?"

Logan listened and fell silent. Though wild by nature, he wasn't stupid. What Chu Hang said was indeed the truth. He and Chu Hang were formidable on the battlefield, but ultimately, they were outnumbered and outmatched. He licked his lips, tossed the empty can on the ground, stood up, and said in a muffled voice, "Then let's go see. If it's not as interesting as you say, I'll turn around and leave."

"Alright!" Chu Hang was overjoyed and quickly followed Du Gen's footsteps.

They were led to a military truck covered with a thick tarpaulin. The truck bed was pitch black; they couldn't see anything. The truck started, jolting along for what seemed like an eternity, and they had no idea how long it had been or where it was headed.

Logan leaned against the carriage wall, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Chu Hang, however, couldn't sleep; he was incredibly excited. He knew he had officially stepped into the main storyline of the Marvel universe. Next, he would meet Captain America, Bucky, and all the characters he'd only ever seen in the movies.

He couldn't help but think how fucking amazing this feeling was. Just a few weeks ago, he was a corporate slave working overtime until late every night for a few thousand dollars a month. Now, he was sitting in a truck heading to a secret base, about to become a member of a legendary squad. And his greatest asset was his still-cooling-down copying ability and the "spoilers" in his head.

After an unknown amount of time, the truck finally stopped.

The canvas was lifted, and the blinding light made Chu Hang instinctively squint. They were led into a huge underground base. This place was a completely different world from the battlefield outside, filled with the sounds of gunfire. It was brightly lit, and there were busy soldiers and researchers in white coats everywhere. The air was filled with the mixed smell of engine oil and disinfectant.

Dugan led them into a briefing room. Several people were already sitting inside, all crookedly dressed and looking more like ordinary soldiers than actual soldiers. There was a young Black man playing the harmonica, a bespectacled-looking Asian man who appeared refined, and a Frenchman smoking a pipe.

Chu Hang knew in his heart that these were the initial members of the Roaring Commando Team.

Dugan walked to the front of the room, cleared his throat, and said, "Welcome to our two new members. I know you're all wondering why we've gathered you 'elites,' or rather 'freaks,' from different units here."

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Chu Hang and Logan: "Because the enemy we are facing is not an ordinary German soldier."

He made a gesture, and the orderly behind him immediately pulled down the projection screen in the room and turned on the projector.

The sound of the film reel turning rang out, and a beam of light shone on the screen.

The scene opens with a huge banner emblazoned with a red skull and six octopus tentacles. Beneath the banner stand thousands of fanatical soldiers, arms raised and chanting a single word in unison.

"Long live Hydra!"

Chu Hang's heart skipped a beat. It's here, it's finally here.

Dugan's voice grew serious: "This is our true enemy—Hydra. Germany's Deep Science Strategic Force, led by a man named Johann Schmidt, also known as the 'Red Skull.' Their technology far surpasses our current understanding. The energy weapons they use can turn a person to ashes in an instant."

The screen began playing some blurry combat footage. Chu Hang saw that the Hydra soldiers in black uniforms were holding futuristic-looking blue energy guns. Beams of blue light shot out, and the American soldiers were instantly vaporized like paper, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive. Even Logan, who had always been nonchalant, frowned deeply. He wasn't afraid of death, but he hated dying without being able to fight back.

“Conventional tactics and weapons have limited effectiveness against them,” Dugan continued. “Therefore, we need a special team. A squad that can use unconventional methods to penetrate deep behind enemy lines and conduct precision strikes against Hydra. And you are the most ‘unconventional’ soldiers I’ve selected from various war zones.”

His words elicited thoughtful expressions from the people present. Each of them, more or less, was different from the others, which made them seem out of place in their original units. Now, their "difference" had become the reason for their selection.

"Our mission is to bite off every tentacle of Hydra like a pack of mad dogs. That's why this team is called the 'Roaring Commando'."

After Dugan finished speaking, he turned off the projector. But instead of turning on the lights, he changed to a new roll of film.

"Of course, we're not without good news either," he said, trying to sound casual. "In order to fight Hydra, we've also come up with some 'good stuff' on our side."

New images appeared on the screen.

This time, the style changed abruptly. Exhilarating music filled the air, and a man wearing a blue, white, and red bodysuit with a white star painted on his chest, holding a pot-lid-shaped shield, appeared on stage. Behind him was a row of scantily clad blonde beauties, singing and dancing.

“This is…” Logan said with a look of disgust, “a circus clown?”

Chu Hang almost burst out laughing. He knew this was Captain America's earliest design, specifically for touring and selling war bonds. The outfit was undeniably outdated, brimming with the spirit of the era.

On screen, the man begins his performance. He punches through a sandbag painted with Hitler's image, easily lifts several beautiful women, and then somersaults on stage with unbelievable agility. The entire propaganda film is extremely exaggerated and provocative, brimming with a sense of individual heroism.

“Steve Rogers, whom you are about to meet, is Captain America,” Dugan introduced. “He is the only successful product of our ‘Super Soldier’ program. His strength, speed, and reflexes have reached the limits of what humans can imagine. He is our trump card in the fight against Hydra.”

Everyone in the room was stunned. While they weren't impressed by the comical costume, Rogers' superhuman abilities on screen were undeniably real. It wasn't special effects; it was genuine power.

Chu Hang's eyes were fixed on the figure on the screen, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

The self-healing factor only kept him alive. But he didn't want to be just an unkillable punching bag; he wanted to possess true power!

And the Captain America in front of him is the most ideal target for replication that he can currently access!

Super Soldier Serum! If he could replicate this ability, his physical attributes would experience a comprehensive and explosive increase. Combined with Wolverine's healing factor, he'd be a one-stop shop for offense and defense, incredibly resilient and capable of both offense and defense! His chances of survival on the battlefield would increase exponentially!

"I must get my hands on it!" Chu Hang vowed silently to himself, his eyes filled with longing.

The promotional video finished playing, and the lights in the room came on.