On the deck of the Remuria Asterisk.

Several thick ropes fell from the sky, and the loaded elite S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives slid down the ropes, but long before they could slip, Captain America Steve had already jumped out of the plane into the sea, and then climbed up to the deck along the hull of the cabin in a matter of seconds with superhuman strength and the indestructible vibranium shield in his hand.

After more scientific recovery training in modern times, Steve's physical function not only returned to its previous peak, but even improved on this basis, with just a simple horizontal kick, these so-called top mercenaries on the deck were kicked out by Steve seven or eight meters away.

By the time the S.H.I.E.L.D. commandos slid onto the deck, Steve had cleared the deck.

The sound of the mercenaries snorting and flesh clashing was obscured by the massive wind and waves, and Steve pulled his shield from a ballistic steel plate from an unconscious pirate, and turned his head to look at the leader of the strike team, Brock Rumlow, and his teammates.

Brock Rumlow nodded, beckoning his team to hook the hook around their waists to the deck railing, and then prepared their guns and slid down the hull of the cabin.

"I'll go to the engine room, don't forget your mission."

A fluttering voice came from the side, and Steve glanced at Natasha and frowned slightly: "Be careful, most of the scientists are innocent." ”

Natasha didn't speak, she just smiled and simply turned and walked in the direction of the engine room.

Steve sighed, took off his shield from his back, and ran towards the stern.

In the galley of the cabin, a group of hostages with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on their uniforms were tied to the oval table in the galley, accompanied by several heavily armed mercenaries warily pointing guns at the hostages.

A brown-haired mercenary with a rifle shouted in an exasperated accent with a thick hairy accent: "Damn S.H.I.E.L.D., I told Bartók a long time ago, if you want those bastards to pay, you have to kill a few people first!" ”

"Duland, be patient, that's S.H.I.E.L.D. after all."

"What about S.H.I.E.L.D.? Tell Bartlock that if S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't going to negotiate in two minutes, then don't blame me for killing a few hostages first! ”

As Durand yelled angrily, spit splattered out of his mouth.

The mercenary standing in front of him frowned, and an urge rose in his heart to kill Durand with one shot, but thinking of the binding of this operation, he still wiped the saliva on his face without changing his face, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

That's 1.5 billion dollars!

Who is going to be unable to get by?

In the corner of the kitchen, a fair-skinned, bald-headed, elegant man with glasses frowned, staring at the back of the mercenary who walked out of the kitchen, his eyes full of disgust.

These mercenaries, who fight purely for money, are the existence that Jasper Sitwell hates the most.

"Damn war hyenas, you don't know what kind of existence you've provoked......"

Looking at the brown-haired mercenary with an angry face, Sitwell couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

As the minutes ticked by, the brown-haired mercenary named Durand became more and more irritable, his fierce eyes scanning the cabin left and right, as if trying to find a suitable hostage as a deterrent to kill.

All the hostages who stared at him bowed their heads, and Sitwell was no exception, he didn't intend to throw his life on such a comical kidnapping.

But the moment he looked down, a black dot suddenly appeared on the glass of the cabin facing Sitwell.

Sitwell was slightly stunned, quietly observed with his own peripheral vision, and then quickly determined the identity of the black dot.

That's a bugging!

Sitwell's eyes lit up suddenly, he could be sure that this must be the rescuers of S.H.I.E.L.D. have arrived!

Thinking of this, Sitwell raised his head and looked straight at the mercenaries who were patrolling back and forth in the kitchen, and his unbridled gaze quickly attracted the mercenary with a violent face written on it.

Bang –

Sitwell's face was suddenly hit with a rifle butt, and the irascible Durand slammed Sitwell's face with the muzzle of the gun, and the spit star sprayed Sitwell's face: "Do you want to eat a bullet?" Take another look and I'll give you a taste! ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

Sitwell, who was slapped in the face at gunpoint, whined a few words vaguely.

Durand frowned, removed his gun, and looked at Sitwell viciously.

"What did you just say?"

Sitwell frowned, opened his mouth, moved his cheeks red from the muzzle twice, and then looked at the impatient Durand and said, "I said ......"

Phew-

The silenced armor-piercing projectile pierced through the glass of the cabin and struck Durand in the head with precision, blooming a brilliant flower of blood on his temple.

“…… S.H.I.E.L.D. never negotiates. ”

Sitwell finished the rest with a calm face, but Durand couldn't hear it anymore.

Duland's body fell hard, and the mercenaries on patrol quickly became alert, spotted bullet holes in the cabin glass, and quickly searched for the sniper's dead spot outside the window.

Just as they were looking out the window vigilantly, the hatch of the galley was kicked open, and the mercenary facing the hatch shot at the door without thinking, but the bullets rained down only a corpse hanging from the door frame.

It's the mercenary who was ordered out by Durand just now!

A black mercenary who was using hostages as cover shrank his pupils, and he quickly stopped firing, and just as he was about to say a halt, a bullet hole appeared in the wall behind him.

Woooo

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special armor-piercing bullets easily pierced through the bulkheads, killing the mercenaries in the galley one by one.

All the mercenaries fell in pools of blood, emblazoned with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo and. The commando with the word quickly walked in with a rifle and began to untie the hostages in the kitchen.

"Why is it so slow?"

Sitwell's face was calm, even a little dissatisfied, but those young researchers were all excited and excited, they had been under layers of protection since the beginning of their tenure, and it was the first time they had encountered something as thrilling as this.

Sitwell glanced at the scientists around him, then approached the leader of the strike team, Brock Rumlow, and whispered in his ear, "Protect me to the control room, I need to make sure these damn mercenaries haven't destroyed our data drives." ”

Brock Rumlow looked moved when he heard this, and nodded.

The two quickly walked out of the chaotic kitchen.

As soon as he escorted Sitwell up the stairs, the hatch at the end of the stairs was slammed open, and a stout man in a dark red combat uniform flew down the stairs with the hatch and slammed into Sitville and Rumlow.

The three of them suddenly rolled into a ball.

Steve, who was carrying a shield on his back, appeared at the hatch and was shocked when he saw this scene, and hurriedly climbed over the railing and jumped down the stairs, but the three people who were rolling together had already fallen down the stairs together.

Sitwell, who was a civilian, suddenly rolled on the ground in pain, and Rumlow gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, and just as he was about to pick up his gun, he was kicked in the head by the stout man in the dark red combat suit.

Rumlow's eyes rolled, and he fainted without snorting.

The stout man smiled wickedly and turned his head to look at Sitwell, who was rolling on the ground.

"Bartók!"

Steve yelled, quickly removed his shield with his right hand, and flung it towards Bartók.

Bartók's face changed, and he quickly dodged the shield sideways, then turned around and swept out a high whip leg, and met Steve with a hideous smile.

Seeing the two people fighting, Sitwell's face was distorted, one hand covering his lower ribs, and the other hand crawling outward, trying to get out of the battlefield between the two.

But before he could climb far, a heavy muffled grunt sounded from behind him.

Sitwell had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he quickly turned his head, only to see a dark red figure flying into the air, and then flying towards him in a rounded arc.

Sitwell's eyes widened: "! ”

Click-

Bartók's body slammed into Sitwell's body, and a crisp bone cracking sound sounded from his lower back, and Sitwell suddenly let out a scream, and the severe pain swept through his body like a tide, and Sitwell, who couldn't bear it, turned black in front of his eyes and quickly passed out.

Not only him, but Bartók, who was kicked by Steve, also broke several bones.

Looking at Bartoc, who was struggling to get up, Steve pulled the corners of his mouth, walked over and punched him twice, and only after he was really unconscious did he drag out Sitwell, who was already unknown from under him.

"Natasha, report to the mission."

"Mission accomplished, heading to the deck."

"Inform Fury to arrange a helicopter, and the deck will meet in two minutes."

Steve whispered to the headset as he removed his shield from the wall, and then carried the unconscious Rumlow, Bartók, and Sitwell on top of each other on his shoulders, and carried them up the stairs.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

Steve stopped, picked a grenade from Bartók's waist, pulled the tab, and dropped the stairs.

"Bang-"

A huge roar rang out, and the raging flames engulfed the traces of the fight, and at the same time alarmed the commandos who had just evacuated with the hostages, and everyone quickly looked for cover, and battled the air with a vigilant look.