"How's it going?"

"I don't know, he suffered heavy injuries, especially the impact of the explosion on the head at close range, although we have tried to save him, but the specific recovery time is ......"

"Ha, huh, ha, huh~"

In a trance, Brock Rumlow heard a faint conversation in his ears, and he opened his eyes, and the chaotic consciousness in his brain began to return.

"Sir, he's awake!"

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

“…… The physical condition is basically stable, however, it is still best not to have too long a conversation, and the injured person needs to rest. Stepping forward to do some basic physical examination of Brock Rumlow, the doctor in charge lowered his head and silently muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then turned to the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. behind him.

Sensing the shape of the doctor's mouth, Brock Rumlow's original trance consciousness immediately shook, and it was obvious that this doctor was also a member of Hydra.

"Thank you."

Unaware of what was happening under his nose, Nick Fury watched the doctor leave, and then turned to look at Brock Rumlow, who had awakened from his hospital bed.

"Tell me, agent, what happened to you when you boarded the ship?"

"What about the rest of the troops?"

In the face of the inquiry, Brock Rumlow subconsciously opened his mouth and asked rhetorically.

“……”

"yes, I see."

Although Nick Fury did not answer directly, his reaction spoke for itself.

After bowing his head and being silent for a moment, Brock Rumlow raised his head and pulled at his scarred face, recalling, "After boarding the ship, we will ......"

……

"Bow, no anomalies!"

"Deck, no anomalies!"

“…… No anomalies! ”

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

Members of the special forces searched the ship, but unexpectedly found nothing.

Frowning, Brock Rumlow did not let his guard down because of the results of the search, on the contrary, he began to arrange for his subordinates to carry out a more rigorous search.

"Captain, there's a situation!"

Sure enough, during the ensuing search, the team members discovered a secret entrance to the ship.

The entrance does not look deep, and the structure should be the inner deck of the Unicom sailboat, but the interior is pitch black, and when the lid is opened, a strong fishy smell comes to the face, even the trained special forces members can't help frowning, and even have a faint disgusting look.

“……”

Suppressing the reaction of vomiting, the two team members did not hesitate to raise their guns and go to the deck.

Squeak, squeak.

However, before they could step inside, a sound of footsteps passed through the entrance.

The moment the footsteps sounded, the members of the special forces team instinctively raised their guns in their hands.

Brock Rumlow held his breath and stared at the dark entrance in front of him, although he already knew that this mission was full of danger when he accepted the order to board the ship, however, the pupils in his eyes subconsciously contracted when he saw the sound face from the shadow of the entrance.

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

Bang, bang –

If the cathartic bullet sprayed out with a brilliant tongue of fire, as Brock Rumlow fired, the other members of the special forces also seemed to pull the trigger of the submachine gun. A large number of bullets were fired, hitting the tall figure in the shadow accurately, but these bullets did not have the effect that everyone expected.

A sharp roar erupted from his mouth, and two slender octopus-like objects shot out of the shadows from the figure's face. The speed of these tentacles was so fast that the two team members standing at the front didn't have time to dodge before they were firmly wrapped around their necks.

In the next moment, the amazing power transmitted from the tentacles caused the faces of the two members to change color instantly.

"Shoot, shoot!"

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

Waving their tentacles, the two members of the entangled squad swung like toys, and in the face of such terrifying power, the fragile necks of the two special forces members simply could not withstand such damage, and they didn't even have time to scream, they each bent into a twisted shape and lost their voice.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the two elite soldiers under his command were so easily killed, Brock Rumlow cursed secretly, but he didn't dare to stop the movements of his hands.

However, these firearms and bullets, which are powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, obviously do not help the task of the special forces.

Bang, bang-

Letting go of the tentacles, he casually threw the two corpses on the deck, and the tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

“！！！”

Although he had seen it vaguely in the shadows, Brock Rumlow couldn't help but show a shocked expression when he saw each other's appearance so clearly on the deck.

Although the body still retains the shape of a human, he is dressed in a retro dress that only a medieval captain would have, and his face is like an octopus, and his face is covered with tentacles like an octopus, constantly writhing like a living thing.

The appearance of the figures on the ship has obviously exceeded the expectations of Brock Rumlow and others, even if they have seen the alien legion of the New York War, but seeing this monster like a sea creature in front of them still makes them panic unconsciously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Flying Dutchman, I haven't met a guest on board for too long."

In a panic, the monster on the opposite side stopped its steps, took off the captain's hat that was already covered with shells, and revealed a strange dark brown head like an octopus: "I am the captain of this ship, David Jones." Bowing his head and saying hello, the monster named David Jones put his hat back on, his small eyes swept over the crowd in front of him: "Alright, the greeting is over, and now it's time to plunder, and you are quite lucky to be a guest on board the 'Flying Dutchman', because I will give you eternal life at the cost of always working for me!" ”

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

And Brock Rumlow did not hesitate to shout at the rest of the team: "Shoot!" ”