A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 271 The Unlucky Sitwell

On the deck of the Star Lemuria.

Several thick ropes hang down from the sky, and the elite S.H.I.E.L.D. commandos with live ammunition slide down the ropes, but before they slip, Captain America Steve has jumped from the plane into the sea , and then with the help of superhuman strength and the indestructible vibrating gold shield in his hand, he climbed up the deck along the hull of the cabin in just a few seconds.

After modern and more scientific recovery training, Steve's physical function has not only returned to the peak of the past, but even improved on this basis. With just a simple horizontal kick, these so-called top mercenaries on the deck were defeated by history. Tiff kicked seven or eight meters away.

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

The huge wind and waves covered the mercenary's muffled groans and the sound of physical collisions. Steve pulled out a shield inlaid on bulletproof steel plates from a comatose pirate, and turned his head to look at Brock Rum, the captain of the assault team. Luo and the team.

Brock Rumlow nodded, and beckoned his team members to hang the hooks around their waists on the deck rails, and then prepared the guns and slid down the hull of the cabin.

"I'm going to the engine room, don't forget your mission."

A light voice came from beside him, Steve glanced at Natasha and frowned slightly: "Be careful, most of the researchers are innocent."

Natasha didn't speak, she just smiled, turned around and walked towards the engine room.

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

In the kitchen 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 kitchen, and there were several heavily armed mercenaries vigilantly pointing guns at the hostages.

A brown-haired mercenary holding a rifle shouted angrily in a thick Mao accent: "Damn S.H.I.E.L.D., I told Bartok a long time ago that if you want those bastards to pay, you have to kill a few people first." Show them personally!"

"Durand, be patient, it's SHIELD after all."

"So what about S.H.I.E.L.D.? Tell Bartok, if S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't plan to negotiate after 2 minutes, then don't blame me for killing a few hostages first!"

As Durand roared angrily, saliva sprayed from his mouth.

The mercenary standing in front of him frowned, feeling an urge to kill Durand with a single shot, but thinking of the gold bondage of this operation, he still wiped the spittle on his face without changing his expression, Turn around and walk out of the kitchen.

That's 15 billion US dollars!
Who can't get along with money?

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

These mercenaries who fought purely for money were what Jasper Sitwell hated the most.

"Damn war hyenas, you have no idea what kind of existence you have provoked..."

Looking at the angry brown-haired mercenary, Sitwell couldn't help but sneered.

Time passed by, and the brown-haired mercenary named Durand became more and more irritable. His fierce eyes scanned the cabin left and right, as if he wanted to find a suitable hostage to kill as a deterrent.

All the hostages who looked at him lowered their heads, and Sitwell was no exception. He didn't intend to lose his life on such a ridiculous kidnapping case.

But the moment he lowered his head, a black spot suddenly appeared on the glass of the cabin facing Sitwell.

Sitwell was slightly taken aback, quietly observed with his peripheral vision, and then quickly confirmed the identity of the black spot.

That's a bug!

Sitwell's eyes lit up immediately, and he was sure that the rescuers from S.H.I.E.L.D. must have arrived!
Thinking of this, Sitwell raised his head and looked straight at the mercenaries patrolling back and forth in the kitchen. His unscrupulous gaze quickly attracted the mercenary with the irascible expression on his face.

bang——

Sitwell was hit by the butt of a gun in the face, and the irritable Durand slammed Sitwell's face with the muzzle of the gun, and sprayed Sitwell with spit: "Do you want to eat a bullet? Take a random look, and I'll let you have a good taste!"

"Woooooooo..."

Sitwell, who was punched in the face by the gun, murmured a few words indistinctly.

Durand frowned suddenly, removed the muzzle of the gun, and looked at Sitwell viciously.

"What did you say?"

Sitwell frowned, opened his mouth, moved his cheeks that were flushed by the muzzle of the gun twice, then looked at the impatient Durand and said, "I said..."

call out--

The silenced armor-piercing bullet passed through the glass on the cabin, and hit Durand's head precisely, blooming a brilliant flower of blood on his temple.

"...SHIELD never negotiates."

Sitwell finished speaking calmly, but Durand could no longer hear him.

Durand's body fell heavily, and the patrolling mercenaries quickly became vigilant. After discovering the bullet holes on the glass of the cabin, they quickly searched for the blind spot of the sniper outside the window.

Just as they were looking out the window vigilantly, the hatch of the kitchen was kicked open, and the mercenaries who were facing the hatch shot at the door without thinking, but what was covered by the bullet rain was only a The corpse on the door frame.

It's the mercenary sent out by Durand just now!
A black mercenary who used the hostages as a cover shrank his pupils, and he stopped firing immediately. Just when he was about to stop, a bullet hole appeared on the wall behind him.

shhhhh--

The armor-piercing bullets specially made by S.H.I.E.L.D. easily penetrated the bulkhead and killed the mercenaries in the kitchen one by one.

All the mercenaries fell into a pool of blood, and the commandos with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo and STRIKE on their bodies quickly walked in with their rifles in hand, and began to untie the hostages in the kitchen.

"Why so slow?"

Sitwell's face was calm, even a little dissatisfied, but those young scientific researchers were all excited and excited. They have been under layers of protection since they took office. It is really the first time that such a thrilling thing like now encounter.

Sitwell glanced at the surrounding scientific researchers, then approached Brock Rumlow, the captain of the assault team, and whispered in his ear: "Protect me and go to the control room, I need to make sure that these damned mercenaries have not destroyed Our data drives."

Brock Rumlow nodded when he heard that.

The two quickly walked out of the chaotic kitchen.

Just as he was protecting Sitwell up the stairs, the cabin door at the end of the stairs was knocked open, and a burly man in a dark red combat uniform flew down the stairs with the cabin door, hitting Sitwell and Lang heavily. On Mlo.

The three immediately rolled into a ball.

Steve, who was carrying a shield, appeared at the cabin door. He was shocked when he saw this scene. He quickly jumped over the stairs while supporting the railing, but the three of them who rolled into a ball had already fallen down the stairs together.

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

Rumlow rolled his eyes, and passed out without even humming.

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

"Bartok!"

With a roar, Steve quickly took off the shield with his right hand and threw it towards Bartok.

When the sound of breaking through the air came, Bartok's complexion changed, and he quickly avoided the shield by turning sideways, then turned around and swung a high whip kick, and greeted Steve who followed with a ferocious smile.

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

But before he had climbed far, a heavy muffled groan sounded from behind.

An ominous premonition rose in Sitwell's heart, and he turned his head quickly, only to see a dark red figure flying into the air, and then flying towards him in a round arc.

Sitwell's eyes widened: "Fuck!"

click-

Bartok's body slammed heavily on Sitwell's body, and the clear sound of bone cracking sounded from his back. Sitwell let out a scream immediately, and the severe pain swept his whole body like a tide. Tweer's eyes darkened, and he quickly passed out.

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

Looking at Bartok who was struggling to get up, Steve pulled the corner of his mouth, walked over and punched him twice, and only after he was truly unconscious, he dragged out Sitwell, who was already alive or dead, from under him.

"Natasha, report the mission."

"Mission complete, heading to the deck."

"Notify Fury to arrange a helicopter, and the deck will meet in 2 minutes."

While talking to the headset in a low voice, Steve took off his shield from the wall, and then put Rumlow, Bartok, and Sitwell, who were unconscious on the ground, on their shoulders, that's all. Carried three people up the stairs.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot."

Steve stopped, took a grenade from Bartok's waist, pulled the ring and dropped it down the stairs.

"Bam—"

There was a huge roar, and the turbulent flames engulfed the traces of the fight just now, and at the same time alarmed the commandos who had just evacuated with the hostages. Everyone quickly searched for cover, fighting wits and courage against the air with vigilant expressions.

(End of this chapter)