Marvel: Unlimited Possession

"how is the situation?"

"I don't know, he was seriously injured, especially his head was hit by an explosion at close range. Although we have tried our best to rescue him, the specific recovery time is also..."

"Ha, huh, huh, huh~"

In a trance, Brock Rumlow heard vague chatter in his ears, 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 next to him.

"...The physical condition is basically stable, but try not to have too long conversations, the injured need to rest." He stepped forward to perform some basic physical examinations on Brock Rumlow, and the doctor in charge bowed his head slightly. Zha said silently in his mouth, then turned his head and said to the director of SHIELD behind him.

When he noticed the doctor's mouth shape, Brock Rumlow's original trance consciousness immediately shook. Obviously, this doctor is also a member of Hydra.

"thanks."

Not knowing what happened under the eyes, Nick Fury watched the doctor leave, and then turned to look at Brock Rumlow who was awake on the hospital bed.

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

"What about the rest of the force?"

Faced with the question, Brock Rumlow subconsciously asked a question.

"..."

"Really, I understand."

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

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

...

"The bow, nothing abnormal!"

"Deck, nothing abnormal!"

"……No abnormality!"

On the surface, they are all members of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Rapid Response Special Forces, but in fact they are all spies from the Hydra branch infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course, no matter what kind of identity they are, it does not hinder their strength. After all, whether it is S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, as a special organization, they do not support idlers.

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

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

"Captain, there is a situation!"

Sure enough, during the ensuing search, members of the team 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 dark. When the lid is opened, a strong fishy smell blows out, even the well-trained members of the special forces can't help but wrinkle. He raised his brows, and even looked vaguely nauseated.

"..."

Suppressing the vomiting reaction, the two team members raised their guns without hesitation and were about to walk into the deck.

Squeak, Squeak.

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

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

Brock Rumlow held his breath and stared at the dark entrance in front of him, although he knew that this mission was full of dangers when he was ordered to board the ship. However, when he saw it with his own eyes. The moment the voice face appeared from the shadow of the entrance, the pupils in his eyes contracted subconsciously.

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

bang, bang—

If the cathartic bullets are sprayed out with brilliant flames, with Brock Rumlow's firing, other members of the special forces seem to have pulled the trigger of their submachine guns. A large number of bullets were fired, hitting the tall figure in the shadow without error, but the bullets fired did not produce the effect that everyone expected.

A sharp roar came out of his mouth, and two slender objects like octopus tentacles shot out from the shadows from the face of the figure. The speed of these tentacles is extremely fast, and the two team members standing at the front have no time to dodge, and they are firmly wrapped around their necks.

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

"Shoot, shoot!"

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

Waving their tentacles, they swayed the entangled members of the two squads like toys. Facing such a terrifying force, the fragile necks of the two members of the special forces could not bear such damage at all. They didn't even have time to scream. Each bent into a twisted shape and lost its voice.

"Damn!"

Seeing that the two elite soldiers under his hands were so easily killed, Brock Rumlow scolded secretly, but did not dare to stop the movements in his hands.

However, these powerful firearms and bullets in the eyes of ordinary people~www.wuxiahere.com~ are obviously not helpful for the mission of the special forces.

bang, bang—

He released his tentacles and threw the two corpses on the deck at will, and the tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

"!!!"

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

Although the body still retains the shape of a human, wearing a retro dress that only medieval captains have, his face looks like an octopus, and his face is covered with octopus-like tentacles, constantly twisting like a living thing.

The appearance of the figure on the ship has obviously exceeded the expectations of Brock Rumlow and others. Even if they have seen the alien army in the New York War, but seeing this sea creature-like monster in front of them, let them Involuntarily, I panicked.

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

In panic, the monster on the opposite side stopped his steps, took off the captain's hat that had been covered with shells, and revealed a dark brown head like an octopus: "I'm David Jones, the captain of this ship." He bowed his head. After saying hello, the monster named Davy Jones put on his hat again, and his small eyes swept over the people in front of him: "Okay, the greeting is over, then, it's time to plunder, as a board" Guests of the Flying Dutchman, you are quite lucky, for I will give you eternal life, at the cost of always working for me!"

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

And Brock Rumlow shouted to the remaining team members without hesitation: "Shoot!"