Chapter 101: The Advantage Is Mine—I Can Turn the Tables and Kill! 【Esteemed Readers, Please Support the First Subscription】

Everything proceeded according to Roald’s plan.

Hill returned to the commandeered mothership with the controlled Pierce, openly revealing her whereabouts without the slightest attempt to conceal them.

It was almost as if she were about to tell Nick Fury she was waiting for him there.

During this time, Nick Fury and Rogers were also making preparations. Through various channels, they had gathered intelligence on the Purple Man’s location, expanded their forces, and devised a plan.

As Nick Fury had anticipated, the battle against Hydra would be decided on the mothership under Hill’s control—that was the main battlefield.

If Fury lost, S.H.I.E.L.D. would cease to exist; Hydra, under Hill’s command, would completely seize control, trampling over his corpse to become a new force parading under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s guise, then stepping onto the public stage.

If Hydra lost, Fury and Rogers would still face dire circumstances. Even in victory, nothing would change—the organization had long been infiltrated and hollowed out by Hydra, yielding no substantive results.

From the very start, there was only one true winner in this conflict: Roald.

Inside the safe house, Nick Fury and Rogers analyzed continuously.

They debated where to breach and how to execute the plan. Although the new Avengers team was elite, they were still outnumbered. Even with the Purple Man’s abilities, success required a meticulous plan, executed flawlessly.

Simultaneously, while executing the decapitation strike, they had to anticipate Hill’s desperate gambits—whether she would use the mothership to indiscriminately bomb and sweep the city center, or crash the ship into the Capitol or other vital buildings. Such scenarios were possible and had to be accounted for.

“Rogers, I think our manpower is still insufficient.”

Nick Fury stood and looked at Rogers.

Their side was at a comprehensive disadvantage in this operation.

Moon Knight, Spider-Woman, Blade, Falcon, Bucky, Rogers’ new Avengers team, and a few members of the Defenders monitoring the Purple Man all turned their attention to Rogers.

Though trust among them was still shallow, upon learning that Hydra might use the mothership to ram the Capitol or create a disaster, Matt had resolutely decided to help Rogers, agreeing to participate in the mission.

In his own words, they weren’t helping Rogers out of loyalty but for the sake of countless ordinary people.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy, almost oppressive.

Standing in the center, Rogers looked around at everyone.

“Everyone, when the Howling Commandos faced insufficient numbers, I still led us to victory.”

“We are indeed short-handed, but that is no reason to retreat. The enemy’s plan is steadily advancing, and time is of the essence. We have little time to prepare and must infiltrate before the mothership takes off; otherwise, we stand no chance.”

“Hydra has many members, but the mothership is vast, and their forces are scattered. Our task is to seize control of their command center swiftly, then use their own command system against them. In localized combat and infiltration, we hold absolute strength.”

Everyone nodded instinctively.

They were all elites, renowned street heroes who believed firmly in their own power.

To them, the Hydra soldiers on the mothership were merely slightly more skilled ordinary men.

Dealing with such Hydra operatives was well within their capabilities; the only pressure was numerical disadvantage.

But that was not an insurmountable obstacle; once the enemy’s leadership was controlled, the issue of numbers would resolve itself.

Therefore, everyone wore a relaxed expression, giving little heed to Rogers’ caution.

“Bucky, I want to know—how many secret passages on the mothership can you recall?”

Bucky remained silent for a moment, clearly reluctant.

His expression stayed cold, but he still handed over the carefully drawn infiltration route to Rogers.

The map was genuine—truly authentic.

It assured Rogers that he and the team would be led straight into Hill’s trap.

“Looks like you did well,” Rogers said, spreading the map on the table as everyone gathered around.

Seeing Bucky’s completed drawing, Rogers felt somewhat reassured after analyzing the route.

“Everyone, relying on Bucky’s identity, I believe we can pose as a special ops team accompanying him to enter the mothership.”

After carefully reviewing the marked locations on the map, Rogers looked back at the group.

“You might not believe this, but this is yet another advantage—a knowledge of the enemy’s internal intelligence, which facilitates our infiltration.”

Everyone glanced at Bucky, then at Rogers.

“He’s the friend who served with you at the same time?” Falcon asked curiously.

Eyes widened all around.

They all knew the captain’s age but hadn’t realized Bucky and Rogers were contemporaries.

“I think we have gained another super soldier—a new advantage,” Falcon said, extending a friendly hand to Bucky before turning to Rogers.

“Yes, this is yet another huge advantage!” Rogers agreed.

Folding the map, Rogers faced the group again.

“Everyone, I know this battle will be tough, so I want to call on your strength—or rather, this country needs your strength. And we have only one option: success!”

At Rogers’ words, gentle smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, including the controlled Purple Man.

Nick Fury remained silent. His long experience as an agent made him wary of how smoothly things were going.

“Of course, we have only one choice: success!”

Bucky’s voice was cold. He couldn’t understand, and was deeply puzzled by the confidence in the room.

Then, using telepathic connection, he contacted Hill—and inadvertently exposed their location.

After finalizing the plan, Rogers led the new Avengers team on their mission, while Nick Fury coordinated from the rear.

This time, everyone was disguised, transformed into a fully armed special ops team following Bucky.

All those trailing Bucky wore masks, and except for necessary weapons, they were clad head to toe in Hydra operative uniforms.

This served both to prevent recognition and to shield them from the Purple Man’s powers.

Entering the mothership controlled by Hill went smoothly.

The Purple Man constantly emitted his hormones, influencing the Hydra operatives along the path.

The team moved naturally, with Bucky leading with his shield, Rogers as his deputy close behind, the Blade warrior watching over the Purple Man, and Moon Knight scanning their surroundings.

Falcon and Spider-Woman, who possessed climbing abilities, stayed outside as support for any sudden emergencies.

Like any regular Hydra operatives on the mothership, the group followed Bucky effortlessly. When greeted with nods from other agents, they returned the gestures.

Rogers and his team didn’t notice it themselves, but to the many ghosts watching unseen, they stood out starkly.

These ghosts behaved normally only because of Hill’s orders.

Pair after pair of hollow eyes observed Rogers and the others from unseen angles.

The air grew dense.

A chill began to prickle everyone’s senses.

The Purple Man was the first to sense something wrong.

His hormones emitted outward, but there was no response.

All living beings emit hormonal feedback; if there was none, that meant…

His steps faltered.

Cold sweat soaked his back.

A terrifying possibility struck him.

The operatives around them were all lifeless.

This realization sent shivers down his spine.

Suppressing his fear, the seasoned agent quickly composed himself, resumed walking, and immediately signaled to Rogers.

“Zebediah, keep moving—we have no way back!”

Rogers’ cold voice came through the comms.

“Yes, Captain!”