"Little uncle, your English name is Blade Master, what is it in Chinese, Juggernaut?"
"Little uncle, is the Hulk really that green?"
"Little Master Uncle..."
While Lin Yi was dealing with the brat at home expressionlessly, a Quinjet fighter plane passed through the stratus clouds over the Indian Ocean, and Captain America Steve and Natasha in new-style battle suits stood behind the fighter plane cabin, surrounded by five commando members of SHIELD elite agents with STRIKE printed on their bodies.
At this moment, the captain of the elite commando team was pointing at the large screen on the back cabin wall, reporting the mission information to Steve in detail.
"The target is a mobile satellite launch pad, Star Lemuria. 93 minutes ago, before the pirates boarded the ship, they were launching the last satellite."
"How much ransom do they want?"
"A billion dollars."
"Why did he dare to ask for so much?"
"Because it's a S.H.I.E.L.D. ship."
"..."
Under the watchful eyes of several members of the elite commando commando, Steve twitched the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, then took the shield hanging behind his hand, looked at the captain and said in a low voice, "How many people are there?"
"25, all top-level mercenaries, headed by Georges Bartok, former officer of the Operations Department of the External Security Service, the most wanted criminal on the Interpol Red Notice, who carried out 36 assassination missions before being dismissed by France, That's what the guy is good at."
"What about the hostages?"
"Most are technicians, only one official, Jasper Sitwell."
Looking at the elegant bald man wearing glasses on the big screen, Steve turned his head and looked at Natasha, then nodded lightly: "OK, as we arranged before, I will be responsible for sweeping the deck , find Bartok, Natasha shuts off the engine and waits for orders, Rumlow, you are in charge of the stern, find the hostages, take them to the lifeboats, that's it, start moving!"
"STRIKE, do you hear me? Get moving!"
With Captain Brock Rumlow yelling, all the commandos moved into action.
Looking at the backs of Brock Rumlow and the commandos, Steve and Natasha looked at each other, with mysterious smiles on their faces.
The Great Purge...has begun!
Chapter 2 Seventy 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.
嘭
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..."
咻
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.
shhhhhh
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.
Chapter 271 The cleaning begins
When he woke up again, Sitwell's appearance had changed drastically.
"This is... where?"
Sitwell looked blankly at the cold metal door ahead.
In the next second, severe pain flooded into my mind like a tide, and Sitwell's eyes gradually recovered, and the memories before coma also came to mind.
"woke up?"
A familiar voice came from above, and Sitwell was slightly taken aback. Before he had any reaction, the bed under him began to rise slowly, and the ceiling also opened and closed slowly, and incandescent lights sprinkled from the opening and closing. Coming down, Sitwell closed his eyes subconsciously.
By the time Sitwell adjusted to the light, he had followed the bed elevator to the ceiling.
The bed above the waist was automatically lifted, forcing Sitwell to straighten his waist, and the eyes wearing glasses could see the whole picture of this place—this is a closed room made entirely of steel and metal, and the room is extremely furnished. It was simple, except for the bed under him, there was only a metal table and a few chairs left.
At this moment, a black bald man in a black windbreaker was sitting behind the iron table, and his only one eye was calmly looking at Sitwell who was sitting up.
"Nick Fury?"
Sitwell was slightly taken aback. Just when he was about to move, he suddenly found that he was still wearing a set of strong and flexible straitjackets. opened the mouth.
"Director, what's going on?"
"Bartok detonated a high-explosive grenade before he fell into a coma, seriously injuring you and Rumlow. Steve disobeyed my orders in order to save you, and called a helicopter to send you to the nearest S.H.I.E.L.D. In the room—this is what I said to the outside world, what do you think, can it be delayed for two days?"
Hearing Nick Fury's faint words, Sitwell was a little panicked.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"Sitwell, you have been in a coma for two days. In this regard, I may have to apologize to you on behalf of the captain... To be honest, not only the captain, but even I didn't expect your body to be so fragile. S.H.I.E.L.D. civilian staff also need to strengthen their physical exercise..."
Nick Fury spoke to himself, seemingly not answering Sitwell's question at all.
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