Without giving Mercer a chance to think too much, the opponent's attacks quickly followed.

He held a dagger that shone coldly in the moonlight with his other hand. He was very close to Mercer, and the dagger pierced his abdomen.

This fighting method has the feeling of a dead soldier, being so close to the target. The disadvantage is that if the opponent can react and attack, it will cause great harm to the attacker.

The advantage is that you won't miss when you start this way, and if you are close, it will be difficult for the opponent to attack.

Unless the opponent knows how to punch, he can burst out a powerful attack at a very short distance.

When the dagger was pierced, the man already had the idea of ​​completing the task. He was about to hear the other person's scream when he was pierced by him, but he heard a clear crack.

The man was startled and looked down. The moonlight fell on the blade, and he saw the sharp blade stabbing a piece of black armor.

The huge force directly curled the sharp tip of the knife, and the man felt his palm numb.

"how so?!"

The man hesitated. In such a short few seconds, Mercer's attack had arrived.

He kicked the opponent's knee twice quickly with his right leg. The huge force directly shattered the opponent's knee, and a dull cry of pain came from the opponent's mouth.

Mercer released the opponent's fist, reached out to turn on the light, and said calmly.

"Hydra is really determined to not give up. It even sent a killer to my house."

As soon as the light was turned on and he saw the face of the visitor, Mercer was stunned.

The attacker was a man, with a black mask covering the lower half of his face, but his blue-green eyes, which were the same as his own, were clearly visible, and Mercer immediately recognized the man in front of him.

"Steve Rogers?"

Upon hearing this name, the man's body visibly froze, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Who is Steve Rogers?"

As he spoke, he struggled to stand up, but Mercer kicked his knees to pieces, leaving him with no strength to support his legs.

It would be okay if he gave up on his two calves and forced himself to stand up.

It's just that this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

Mercer was also surprised that the person who attacked him was actually Steve Rogers, the man who was supposed to be Captain America in his memory.

It seems that his position has been switched with that of Bucky, the Winter Soldier.

After Mercer saw how he was dressed, he immediately understood this guy's current situation.

His friend Bucky should have died, and on the train that was supposed to be Buzz falling off the mountain, it became Steve Rogers falling off the mountain.

And he was also found by Hydra people, who transformed him into the Winter Soldier. He was frozen to this day and is now sent out to kill Mercer.

Although the Winter Soldier has an enhanced human physique, it is only weaker than Carter's Captain America serum.

But compared to Mercer, it was like an ant compared to an elephant, not on the same level at all.

Mercer dodged behind Rogers and struck the latter on the neck with his knife.

Rogers still wanted to resist, but he couldn't resist Mercer's hand knife. He fainted under this palm.

Looking at the man who fell to the ground, Mercer was silent for a moment and scratched his head. What should he do with such a big guy?

Throw it out?

That certainly won't work.

"Forget it, let's just leave it here first."

Mercer didn't know how to solve it, so he just stepped over him and walked towards the hall.

After taking a few steps, Mercer suddenly turned back, looked at the man lying on the ground, and sighed softly.

"Forget it, let me help you once."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a black light substance the size of his thumb bulged in his palm, jumped up and down Rogers' body, and then integrated into his body.

After doing this, Mercer really left, leaving Rogers lying here alone.

After all, he couldn't let the fried chicken get cold.

After finding a movie he liked on TV, Mercer ate fried chicken with relish and had a sip of Coke from time to time. Such a simple life was what he wanted.

After an unknown amount of time, Rogers' eyelids trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at this unfamiliar environment, his eyes were full of confusion.

"It smells so good..."

A scent of fragrance tickled his nostrils, and Rogers struggled to stand up. His eyes suddenly stopped on his knees, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

In his memory, he remembered that his knees were kicked to bits. He didn't pay attention when he struggled to stand up. He only remembered it when he stood up.

Rogers touched his knee. It was intact, and it didn't look like it had been kicked to pieces.

He didn't know that the reason why his knee was healed was because the black light substance released by Mercer helped him repair his knee.

Originally, Mercer didn't want to do this, but he also wanted to see if his black light substance could not only heal himself, but also heal the existence of others.

If it could be done, it would be a surgical-like medical ability. Mercer would be able to treat any surgical injuries of people around him.

Now it seems that he can indeed do this, and Rogers has been cured.

Rogers walked through the entrance hall and looked toward the hall.

There, a boy was sitting on the sofa, drinking Coke and eating fried chicken with relish.

The aroma Rogers just smelled came from the fried chicken in the boy's hand.

Mercer looked at Rogers who was standing by the entrance and saw that the latter had a confused look on his face. He waved his hand towards the latter and said, "Want to have something to eat?"

He was about to refuse, but Rogers' stomach made a growling sound. This was the first time he smelled such a fragrant smell, and he couldn't help it.

After a brief hesitation, he nodded, walked over and sat next to Mercer, looked at the gloves on Mercer's hands, and then picked up a pair of plastic gloves and put them on in the same manner.

When he ate the fried chicken, Rogers' eyes lit up. He was shocked by the taste of the fried chicken in his hands and immediately started eating regardless of the image.

Seeing the man next to him devouring his food, Mercer was not surprised.

After all, at the time when he was captured, this kind of fried chicken had not yet appeared. For people of that era, this fried chicken was extremely delicious.

Seeing Rogers eating so quickly, Mercer started eating not to be outdone, and the two of them quickly swept away the fried chicken on the table.

After eating with satisfaction, Rogers took the initiative to collect the garbage.

Mercer didn't stop him either. After he finished cleaning up, he said, "Come sit here and let's talk."

Rogers came silently and sat next to Mercer.

"How many things do you remember?" Mercer asked.

He wanted to know when Rogers in this world was captured and who transformed him into the Winter Soldier.

This world has been different from the Marvel world Mercer remembered since Carter became Captain America.

The reason why he didn't tell Rogers to get out directly was because he wanted to get some useful information out of the other party's mouth.

Hearing this, Rogers covered his head in pain. He felt that there were many things in his head that were contradicting his own thoughts.

"Is the brainwashing thing working again?"

Seeing the other party's painful look, Mercer frowned. Was Rogers' sobriety just now stimulated by his words?

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