Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

On-site inspection was no longer necessary. With the power of the explosion, the steel submarine was torn apart. Fred and the 'serum' he carried were torn to pieces.

Because of Lincoln's benevolent act, the Strategic Science Corps' current operation failed.

Erkins, who created the super soldier serum, died, the submersible with a technological level beyond its time was bombed, the super soldier serum is gone, and there are no scumbag Hydra agents left.

Except for the pattern that Lincoln painted with red paint that Steve noted, the U.S. military found nothing.

In fact, it was not that they found nothing. With that icon, they had reason to determine that Hydra had more conspiracies and used it to attack.

But according to their personalities, they will most likely not do this, at least not in a big way.

After all, their allies bleed and eat their own flesh is their usual style.

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"You are assigned to the 107th Infantry Regiment. Grab your gun, soldier!"

Lincoln:???

To be honest, although Lincoln already had the idea in his mind that he was not doing enough work, but the 107th Infantry Regiment... isn't that the unit where Steve's friend Bucky is?

By the way, shouldn't this unit have left for Europe a long time ago? Why is he still assigned to this team now? Is it possible that too many people have died and need to be replaced?

With no way of knowing the military's deployment ideas, he boarded the troop transport ship with his head full of confusion. After a lot of turbulence, he successfully arrived on the European battlefield on the other side of the ocean.

The World War II that Lincoln learned from the history books is different from the World War II in this world where superheroes exist, at least in terms of analysis of the battle situation.

After all, there is such a thing as Hydra in this world. If it can be the same, it will be a ghost.

The reality was just as Lincoln had guessed. The 107th Infantry Regiment lost a lot of men in a sudden battle. In order to make up for it, new troops from the rear were sent over, including Lincoln.

So Bucky looked at Lincoln who was speechless and smiled happily: "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect to see you here either." Lincoln nodded helplessly, expressing his emotion about the impermanence of the world.

The conversation between Bucky and Lincoln aroused the curiosity of several other people in the barracks, and they couldn't help but gathered around: "Bucky, do you know him?"

"Of course!" Bucky smiled: "He once did me a big favor and persuaded a friend of mine who could spend a whole day with the enemy."

As he spoke, he winked at Lincoln and said, "That's right."

Lincoln knew Bucky's good intentions and could only nod in agreement: "That's right."

With Bucky's guarantee, there was no harsh words or exclusion among the 107th Infantry Regiment.

In a situation where he could pick up a gun and fight on the battlefield at any time, ostracizing his comrades was really a foolish act that was so confusing that even though Lincoln's identity and background were somewhat unsociable.

After a brief introduction and acquaintance, Bucky pulled Lincoln aside and asked with some curiosity: "Have you seen Steve recently? I haven't received a letter from him for a while."

"Maybe it's because of the confidentiality regulations." Lincoln said casually: "I saw him before coming here. You wouldn't imagine how he has changed."

Upon hearing this, Bucky suddenly became interested: "Can you tell me about it?"

"He is taller now." Lincoln gestured: "It should be about the same as you, and he has become much stronger."

"Wait a minute, he's gotten taller? He's gotten stronger?" Bucky blinked: "Although I don't read much, Steve should have passed the developmental stage. Aren't you mistaken?"

Lincoln shook his head, with a smile on his face: "You might still see him. You will be very surprised then. Then you will know that what I said is true."

Bucky looked at Lincoln intently, trying to find the details of the joke on his face, but ultimately found nothing.

There was a trace of suspicion in his eyes, and he tried to imagine what his friend would look like after he became taller and stronger, but suddenly, he smiled. He felt that maybe he was under too much pressure to believe what Lincoln said.

Compared to Steve getting taller and stronger, he thinks the possibility of magic in the world is higher.

The conversation between Bucky and Lincoln came to an end for the time being. The veteran finished wiping his gun and walked over to Lincoln: "Hey, newcomer, what are your special skills?"

"Special skill?" Lincoln glanced at him but said nothing.

The veteran laughed and pointed at the people in the barracks: "Each of us has a unique skill. My marksmanship is good, Jack is good at long distances, and although Bucky's marksmanship is not very accurate, he is good at fighting. What about you, a newcomer?

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"Emmm..." Lincoln pondered for a moment, and then a bright smile filled his face: "To be honest, I am good at explosions. As long as you give me the materials, I can show you what real art is!"

Blasting, this is a rare technology that Lincoln has completely mastered.

When he used his super brain to learn all the languages ​​​​in the world, he also understood and calculated the art of explosion. His superhuman intelligence allowed him to instantly learn this craft to a level beyond this era.

As long as he has enough materials, he can even make a nuclear bomb with his hands!

Lincoln's words made veteran Dugan silent for a moment, and then he patted Lincoln on the shoulder: "I hope what you said is right, maybe we will need you next."

As new soldiers were replenished and after a brief rest, a new battle began again.

As a regiment that went deep into the interior of Europe, the 107th Infantry Regiment had to face a lot of battles, but most of them were conventional battles that were not used at all, and there was no place for Lincoln to display his extraordinary explosive skills.

However, his marksmanship has been greatly improved.

With sufficient bullet attacks, various humanoid targets, and strong physical and mental qualities, he became a famous sharpshooter in the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Whether it is a pistol, a rifle or any other firearm, taking a life with one bullet is his basic operation. The God of Death has also become his nickname. In comparison, his explosive ability is even more obscured.

Snipers are such valuable talents. Precision and lethality are synonymous with them. In comparison, blasting seems like a reckless act.

How can one be allowed to do reckless things? This is not good and does not make the best use of the resources.

So, when the other infantrymen of the 107th Infantry Regiment were charging on the battlefield with their guns on their shoulders, Lincoln only needed to hold the position behind with his sniper rifle, and then pull the trigger twice from time to time to take away the two unlucky guys.

Relying on the protection of his steel body and biological force field, he didn't even bother to change positions.

As long as the opponent doesn't drop a nuclear bomb, you can attack him casually, and if he loses a hair, he loses.

As for whether his abnormality will be seen by others...how many people would stand next to an exposed sniper? That is not going to the toilet with a lantern - seeking death.

The current situation is not what Lincoln originally imagined, but by chance, his idea of ​​​​hiding behind and fishing has been achieved.