Infinite Possession of Beauty

"How is it going?"

"I don't know, he suffered heavy injuries, especially his head was hit by an explosion at close range. Although we have tried to rescue him, the specific time to wake up is..."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha~"

In a daze, Brock Rumlow heard vague talk in his ears, he opened his eyes, and the confusion in his brain began to return.

"Sir, he is awake!"

Natasha noticed the situation of Brock Rumlow on the bed, and quickly reminded Nick Fury beside her.

"...The physical condition is basically stable, but try not to talk for too long. The injured need to rest." Stepped forward to perform some basic physical examinations on Brock Rumlow, the doctor in charge bowed his head slightly. Cha De said silently in his mouth, then turned his head and said to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau behind him.

Perceiving the shape of the doctor's mouth, Brock Rumlow's originally tranceful consciousness immediately lifted, apparently this doctor is also a member of Hydra.

"Thank you."

Not knowing what was happening under his nose, Nick Fury watched the doctor leave before turning his head to look at Brock Rumlow who was awake in the hospital bed.

"Tell me, Agent, what happened to you after you boarded the ship?"

"Where are the other members of the army?"

Facing the questioning, Brock Rumlow asked subconsciously.

"..."

"Really, I understand."

Although Nick Fury did not answer positively, his reaction has fully explained everything.

After lowering his head and being silent, Brock Rumlow raised his head to pull his scarred face, recalling: "After boarding the ship, we just..."

...

"The bow, nothing unusual!"

"Deck, nothing unusual!"

"……No abnormality!"

On the surface, they are all members of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rapid response special forces, but in reality they are all spies who infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. by the Hydra branch.Of course, no matter what kind of status they are, it doesn't affect their strength. After all, whether it is S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, as a special organization, they don't support idlers.

The members of the special forces searched the ship, but unexpectedly did not gain anything.

Frowning his brows, Brock Rumlow did not relax his vigilance because of the search results. Instead, he began to arrange for his subordinates to conduct a more rigorous search.

"Captain, there is a situation!"

Sure enough, during the next search, members of the team discovered a secret entrance on the ship.

The entrance does not look deep. The structure should be the inner deck of a connected sailing ship, but the interior is completely dark. Open the lid and a strong smell of fish rushes out, even the trained special forces members can’t help but wrinkle. He frowned, and even looked vaguely nauseous.

"..."

Suppressing the vomiting reaction, the two team members raised their guns and walked into the deck without hesitation.

Squeak, Squeak.

However, before they could walk in, a sound of footsteps passed through the entrance.

The moment the footsteps sounded, the members of the special forces squad instinctively raised their guns.

Brock Rumlow held his breath and stared at the dark entrance before him. Although he knew that this mission was full of danger when he accepted the order to board the ship. However, when he saw it with his own eyes At the moment when the voice face appeared from the shadow of the entrance, the pupils in his eyes still contracted subconsciously.

At the same time, he subconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand.

Bang, bang—

If the vented bullets spurted out with brilliant tongues of flame, as Brock Rumlow shot, other members of the special forces seemed to have pulled the trigger of the submachine gun.A large number of bullets shot out, accurately hitting the tall figure in the shadow, but the bullets fired did not produce the effect that everyone expected.

There was a sharp roar from the mouth, and two slender octopus-like tentacles shot out from the shadow on the face of the figure.The speed of these tentacles was extremely fast, and the two team members standing in the front had no time to dodge, so they were firmly wrapped around their necks.

In the next moment, the amazing power transmitted from the tentacles made the faces of the two members suddenly change color.

"Shoot, shoot!"

Seeing this scene, Brock Rumlow hurriedly pointed his submachine gun at the shadow and shouted loudly.

Waving their tentacles, they waved the two team members who were entangled like toys. In the face of such a terrifying force, the fragile necks of the two special forces members could not withstand such injuries. They did not even have time to scream. Each was bent into a twisted shape, losing its sound.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the two elite soldiers under his hand were so easily taken their lives, Brock Rumlow cursed secretly, but did not dare to stop the movement of his hands.

However, these guns and bullets, which are so powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, are obviously not helpful to the tasks of special forces.

Bang, bang—

Loosing the tentacles, and randomly tossing the two bodies on the deck, the tall figure also stepped out of the shadow.

"!!!"

Although he had seen it vaguely in the shadows, Brock Rumlow couldn't help showing a shocked expression when he saw the opponent so clearly on the deck.

Although the body still retains the human shape, dressed in a retro outfit that a medieval captain would have, his face looks like an octopus, and his face is full of octopus-like tentacles, constantly twisting like a living thing.

The appearance of the figure that appeared on the ship obviously exceeded the expectations of Brock Rumlow and others. Even if they had seen the alien army in the New York War, they still saw this monster like a sea creature in front of them. Panicked unconsciously inside.

"Everyone, welcome you to the Flying Dutchman. It's been too long since I met a guest on the ship."

In a panic, the monster on the opposite side stopped his footsteps, took off the captain's cap that was already covered with shells, and revealed a dark brown head like an octopus: "I am the captain of this ship, David Jones." After saying hello, the monster named David Jones put on his hat again, and his small eyes scanned the crowd in front of him: "Okay, the greeting is over. Next, it's time to plunder, as boarding' Guests of the Flying Dutchman, you are quite lucky, because I will give you eternal life at the cost of always working for me!"

As David Jones's voice fell, his face shot out a large number of tentacles again.

And Brock Rumlow did not hesitate to shout at the remaining team members: "Shoot!"