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15: Jagdhund

15: Jagdhund

Screams, gunshots, and roars, Hydra's main base in Salzburg descended into a rampant chaos.

John held his revolver and fired six times in different directions, as if the bullets were guided, each one hitting the intended target perfectly, some at almost impossible angles.

Without his shield, he had started to rely heavily on weapons to reach long-distance targets, thanks to which his proficiency with them had improved significantly.

"Left flank," he said, making one of the men following him aim in that direction and quickly attack upon seeing a group of Hydra soldiers approaching.

He reloaded his weapon effortlessly and inspected the area in detail. The battlefield was large; Hydra's main base in Salzburg was no joke. Fortunately, he had a trump card in the form of a shape-shifting brat.

Well, he wouldn't call her that out loud, or he'd have to make it up to her somehow. She might be a consummate assassin now, but she was still quite childish in some ways.

Weren't women supposed to mature earlier or some shit like that?

He shook his head; it wasn't the time for idle thoughts. He aimed his weapon and fired three more times, bringing down several Hydra soldiers.

"Whoa!" one of the prisoners exclaimed upon seeing the display of marksmanship and gave him a thumbs up. John fired again, causing an energy projectile to explode in the air prematurely and saving the soldier, who almost fell backward from the shockwave.

"Pay more attention, soldier, or you'll become fertilizer!" he shouted for everyone around to hear.

He could afford to be a bit distracted if he wanted to; these men did not have that privilege.

"Come on, get up," the familiar yet unknown voice caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man he thought didn't exist.

Steve Rogers, not skinny, not short, and certainly not sick.

In fact, he stood almost 1.8 meters tall, and even having been poorly nourished, his figure still held up, a strong man, a soldier without a doubt.

If he had known he'd find him here, he would have skipped Italy altogether.

Well, maybe not; he had gained a lot in Italy after all.

"Hey, you, I need everyone to gather in the north, this place will soon blow to pieces," he said, grabbing Steve by the shoulder. The man blinked in confusion for a half-second until John pointed north.

Steve nodded and gripped his weapon tighter, then began directing his companions and all the other prisoners he found with him towards the north.

John smiled and raised his left arm. There was a caw, and a dark bird descended from the skies, landing on his hand.

"How is it?" he asked, and Raven responded, still in her bird form.

"I found the place you mentioned, there was no one there, but I did find several maps, I've taken them all."

Relying on his meta-knowledge was something John had gradually begun to dismiss. While some things remained the same, many others were drastically different.

Although Hydra's base in Salzburg was where he knew it would be, that didn't guarantee that the other bases in his memory would also be there. At the same time, he didn't remember the exact location of some bases because he hadn't paid enough attention at the time, so he decided to play it safe.

Once Raven created chaos in the base with explosives, her second task was to find the maps with the exact locations of Hydra's bases.

If she could kill Zola, it would be much better.