Rogers was depressed.

  He was with Luke these days.

  He watched as the other party mingled with the politicians.

  The game was complex and full of calculations, and there were also mutual probings with organizations such as Hydra and Leviathan.

  The female agents from the Red Room, like a beauty pageant, took turns trying to attract Luke.

  This made Captain America deeply feel that the world was sinister, people's hearts were changeable and there were too many schemes, and he began to miss the simple life in Brooklyn before.

  Although they couldn't fill their stomachs at that time, and they had to make a living every day, everyone was very happy.

  Rogers, who was in a bad mood, once told Luke about it.

  The latter called his psychological condition a post-veteran's disease caused by over-eating and idleness.

  Simply put, it means living a rich and financially free life.

  Suddenly losing his goal, resulting in a sense of loss.

  It was easy to solve, he just needed to work harder.

  The best way to spend his energy and time was to devote himself to work.

  Rogers felt it was very reasonable, so he took up his shield again, put on his uniform, and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

  He didn't realize in the slightest that he was being fooled, nor did he take the initiative to ask questions about his salary.

  This honest effort was worthy of Captain America's name.

  In this way, Rogers began the long journey of 'looking for Bucky'.

  'Luke always says I should wait. But how long should I wait?'

  Rogers wondered as he sighed with the sunny face of the plain, curly-haired man.

  As long as he remembered, his good friend Bucky fell into Hydra's hands…


  He was being treated as a stallion and breeding machine by those damned bastards.

  He felt a twinge of discomfort inside!

  'For every second delayed, Bucky will suffer another second of torment.'

  Rogers walked aimlessly in the Kremlin.

  He had a pass, so he wasn't stopped by the guards.

  Dong! Dong! Dong!

  The bell of the Savior Tower made a loud noise, which pulled Rogers back from his aimless thoughts.

  'No! We have to find a way to locate Bucky as soon as possible!'

  Captain America's head was full of images of smooth white bosoms pressed against his best friend's body.

  In the face of such inhuman treatment, Bucky, if awake, would surely suffer.

  With this in mind, Rogers was determined to act alone and try 'saving private Bucky' again.

  He was already a mature super soldier, so he had no reason to follow behind Luke and wait for the other party to solve the problem.

  'I can do it.'

  Inner anxiety, coupled with long-standing doubts —— that was the huge gap between two super soldiers.

  Various reasons prompted Rogers to violate the rules of a soldier.

  He was ready to break away from the team and save his best friend on his own.

  "I'm sorry, Luke."

  Rogers strode out of the Kremlin with guilt.

  He didn't distrust Superman's ability.

  Captain America trusted Luke completely.

  They fought side by side and forged a deep mutual friendship that was beyond doubt.

  Besides, in every crisis, every time they met a strong enemy…


  It was Luke who stood in front of everyone and shouldered the responsibility and obligation of being a hero.

  This was undoubtedly admirable and worthy of respect.

  Superman was a well-deserved beacon of light on the earth, illuminating the world —— if Luke himself knew that his image, in the eyes of Captain America, was so great, he would probably laugh out loud.

  'Just thinking about Bucky's condition, and continuing to wait, feels like torture.'

  His best friend had always preferred to get rid of the problem once and for all.

  Therefore, before catching Hydra and Leviathan, he wouldn't act rashly.

  'Time to find that guy.'

  Rogers started the Volga. The last time Rogers infiltrated Moscow, he didn't get away with nothing.

  Howling Commandos penetrated the Soviet Union's underground Brotherhood and gained access to some information.

  There was still a period of time before the emergence of oligarchs and the chaos with the gangsters. It was after the dramatic changes in Eastern Europe and the collapse of the Soviet Union.

  In the present Soviet Union, there were no gangs and no oligarchs in the true sense.

  As for the Brotherhood that Rogers hooked up with, it was actually a much older organization.

  Like Leviathan, they had political background and power.

  Right now, the Minister of the Soviet Union, Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria, was one of them.

  The Brotherhood had a long history and had mastered the special skills of training assassins and collecting intelligence.

  Not only in the Soviet Union but also in North America and all over Europe.

  Captain America sneaked into Moscow last time and accidentally saved a girl named Galina Voronina.

  After a series of complicated things, he won the favor of the Brotherhood.

  'I hope they can help me.'

  Captain America didn't really want to deal with the Brotherhood. Those people, like machines, regarded life as a trivial thing, which made him somewhat resistant.

  In addition, Rogers promised to keep it a secret.

  For the sake of keeping his promise, he didn't explain it in his report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

  The Volga car sped along, kicked up the wind and snow, drove out of the city, and stopped at a nearby factory.

  "Who is it?"

  Before he entered, a few burly bruisers leaned over.

  Their eyes were alert, with a strong sense of vigilance.

  "I'm looking for Banks!"

  Rogers got out of the car and took off his glasses.

  After that, he took out a special token —— a badge with a red five-pointed star embedded on it.

  Not long after, a bearded, middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes came out.

  He was dressed in work clothes and smelled like motor oil.

  "Rogers… Captain America."

  The man named Banks smiled and wiped his hands on his already dirty work clothes.

  "Is it for Barnes?"

  Rogers nodded. In his opinion, the Brotherhood was as knowledgeable as Luke.

  In terms of intelligence channels, they weren't much worse than huge organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

  "You're really lucky."

  Banks bowed his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Because of the confrontation between the two superpowers, the situation has always been tense and delicate."

  "In Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, and Romania, there were several assassinations during this period."

  "The victims are all high-level; the murderer is …"

  Banks glanced at Captain America and faintly said, "For the sake of saving Voronina, I won't charge you this time."

  "The murderer is the 'Winter Soldier'. The outside world knows nothing about which organization he belongs to and what his origin is."

  "However, no matter how clever the beast passes through the jungle, it will leave traces."

  "After an investigation by the Brotherhood, he should be the James Buchanan Barnes you are looking for."

  Banks took a picture from the pocket of his work clothes, obviously already prepared.

  Rogers took it. The figure in the photo was very blurry.

  They were wearing a half-face mask, riding on a military motorcycle.

  He didn't know why, when he saw those cold eyes, he felt they were very familiar.

  "Bucky…"

  Rogers carefully put the photo away and turned to ask, "So, how do I find him?"

  Banks raised an eyebrow but didn't answer.

  His meaning was self-evident. The free information ended here.

  "What do you want?"

  Rogers was also very direct. He knew that the Brotherhood sold intelligence in various ways.

  People could buy it with money or exchange something.

  "I don't want money."

  Banks smiled heartily and whispered, "I want Hydra to get the hell out of the Soviet Union!"

  "As it happens, I was thinking the same thing."

  Rogers understood.

  There was an irreconcilable and violent conflict between the Brotherhood and Hydra.

  "Winter Soldier would go to Minsk to debrief after completing his mission."

  Banks, who got the reply, told him about Bucky's whereabouts.

  "It was an abandoned collective farm. It's heavily guarded and difficult to approach."

  Holding back the joy in his heart, Captain America thanked Banks and sat back in the Volga car.

  'Should I tell Luke?'

  Rogers hesitated. He didn't know whether Luke would let him go or stay put and continue to wait.

  'This is a rare opportunity!'

  …