Rumlow opened the photo of the pirate leader with a note on his past resume. "This man is called George Batchok, the ace agent of the French Foreign Security Agency in Western Europe, but he has been retired for a long time. Now he is the most wanted man of Interpol, Aegis, and he is a class B dangerous person."
Interpol’s wanted list is not important, but it’s not easy to climb the list of local dangerous people in Aegis. You know, small characters like the evil six, the poisoned scorpion, the chameleon, which is also class B, and the rhinoceros can rank behind the class.
"He carried out 36 successful assassinations before being dismissed by the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Imil expressed surprise at this data, saying that Batchok was very lucky. 36 This assassination was not interfered by a nosy superhero.
Rumlow nodded and said, "This guy is fierce and cruel, and his jumping ability is several times higher than that of ordinary people. Be careful of his attack."
"I don’t care how high he can jump and how hard he kicks. Let’s talk about saving hostages first." Imil interrupted Rumlow and introduced Rumlow. He took a deep breath and opened the folder according to his unhappiness. "Most of the hijackers are technicians. One person has the status of an officer, that is, Jasper Sitwell. Everyone was pirates in the kitchen."
"Sitwell, what’s he doing on the launch ship?" Captain America took care of his own equipment and ordered, "All right, I’ll clean the deck. Imil will take care of Batchok Natasha. You remove the engine group and wait for me to instruct Rumlow. You lead other special warfare players to clean the stern and determine the position of the hostages. Are there any questions about taking them to the lifeboat?"
Rumlow nodded and said that there was no problem on his side, but he was worried. "Can he solve Rumlow by the consultant alone?" I can send two special team members to help. "
Imil didn’t speak. He didn’t like this man very much. He always felt that Rumlo smelled disgusting. Captain America was Imil. "Don’t worry, unless Batchok suddenly becomes a dragon or a devil, he is definitely no match for Imil. If there are no other problems, let’s start!"
"Is the command heard? Start action! " Rumlow repeated Captain America’s order, and then began to pack his equipment and carry a parachute. They could start descending at any time when the fighter plane slowed down.
Even now, it is extremely dangerous to drop the war. Even if it falls to the plain in sunny days, it will encounter many dangers, not to mention the hurricane-like weather in the Indian Ocean.
Cold and warm air currents hedge to increase the sea wave sweeping. If it weren’t for the special team members, everyone would be equivalent to half a super soldier. Rumlow wouldn’t dare to lead them in this weather.
"We have arrived at the investment zone, captain." The fighter special warfare player woke up on the communication channel, and the captain of the United States responded. Then he jumped from the belly of the cabin with his shield on his back. Before everyone was stunned, Imil followed suit and jumped to be continued.
Chapter DiErLiuJiu Rescue hostages
Everyone in the cabin was stunned. A special warfare team member went to the hatch and looked at it. "Did the captain and the young man bring parachutes?"
I didn’t feel anything when I saw Captain America’s skill in the video before, but I was shocked when I took a look at the stormy feet and then at Captain America’s agile special team members.
Especially let them think impassability is captain America, even if Imil, a young man, jumped like this without any protection. Is this a death wish?
"No, I don’t think they did." Rumlow’s face rarely smiled. It seems that Imil, a young man, has his own imagination.
He quietly sighed and shook his head. What is the hard training of these special teams?
No wonder superheroes are in a hurry to push the registration bill to put these people in the hands of the government.
Captain America changed his posture when he was approaching the sea surface, and his feet tightly protected his vital parts and prepared his own buffer platform for seawater.
And Imil will be much more natural and unrestrained, and his yin force has improved a lot. If he floats on his own, he will definitely not be able to fly to the height of the fighter, but if he falls slowly, there will be no problem.
No matter how heavy the wind and rain outside, it is impossible to affect a strip of soul. Imil quietly landed on the Lemuria Star deck platform and disappeared by the way.
Judging from the intelligence, Batchok will be in the cockpit and Imil will float directly through the wall from the deck to the cockpit door.
There are two duty mercenaries at the door who can’t feel Imil’s invasion, but Imil is too lazy to leave them. With a wave of his hand, each of them has a gray-black yin force, and when they are soft, they fall into a terrible nightmare.
To deal with this, wannabe roots don’t need Imil Zun to manipulate dreams. Their own fears are enough to defeat them.
This has nothing to do with strength. All weak-hearted people are vulnerable to Imil’s yin force.
A patrol mercenary walked by with a gun and saw his two companions fall to the ground and end up with guns. He was about to drink as a warning. He reacted quickly, but unfortunately, before he opened his mouth, five sharp blades popped out of Imil’s hand and cut his throat.
The patrol mercenary covered his cut throat, and an airflow circled in the throat and then fell to the ground. Imil put away the blade of the finger tip and picked up the phone and made a deep voice in his mouth. "The cockpit has been cleaned, and I’m going to solve Batchok now."
"Received before the deck has been controlled!" Captain America’s answer is also crisp and neat, and it seems that it is going well.
Imil nodded slowly to close the cockpit door and went in. Even the metal doors couldn’t stop the ghost from crossing the cockpit. Jock hasn’t noticed the difference yet.
It was S.H.I.E.L.D.’ s delay in giving a reply that made him a little impatient. "I don’t like waiting to call Durand and make him ready to ask for ransom at any time. As soon as we get it, we will blow up the ship and never leave it alive for S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Yes, sir!" A mercenary who followed Batchok answered, and then he was going to pick up the cabin communication. He reached out from the dark corner and held down the picked-up words. "If I were you, I could start praying now."
"Well, who are you?" Before the mercenary’s brain could react, the pistol fired a shuttle bullet at Imil’s position. It seems that Rumlow is right. This group of mercenaries is indeed well trained.
Imil came out of the darkness, and the horizontal missile root couldn’t hit his virtual body. "You are waiting for the reply from SHIELD and I am the reply from SHIELD!"
Two dark green jack-o’-lanterns lit up in his eyes. The mercenary screamed, and then he fell into the horrible dreamland created by Imil.
The sound here has already alarmed Batchok. He jumped up from his seat and came to Imil. He sneered and said, "Who are you? Mutant or mutant? "
Imil narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "I’m here to solve your problem."
"Damn it, you killed me and I want them to take revenge!" Batchok stared at this black-haired wind with a faint ghost light in his eyes. The young man’s heart seemed to be somewhat wary. He didn’t dare to neglect his hand, but he killed and made a kick to Imil’s other.
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Just as Imil was arrogant and rushed into the cockpit to fight Batchok one-on-one, Rumlo and others all fell to the Lemuria asterisk. Captain America received the message from Imil and whispered to the other companions, "Natasha, come back. How are you?"
Natasha got rid of the power cabin mercenaries and jumped down the cabin. She waited for a suitable opportunity, and then her figure flashed out. Her wrist phone replied, "Captain needs to wait a while."
While jumping up from the ground with two slender sexy thighs, he sat on the shoulders of a patrol mercenary who tried to resist, but Natasha let out a blue stream of wristbands and immediately let him lie down.
"Hey, who are you?" Two other mercenaries came running. Natasha leaned down and quickly approached one of them. First, she knocked off the weapon in his hand, and then she broke the leg bones of the unlucky guy smartly.
Natasha moved so fast that before another mercenary could strike back, she had skid up from the ground, stretched out her hand and grasped the mercenary’s arm, and then gave him a hard twist to hand over his pistol.
This made the mercenary even more annoyed that he was going to pounce on Natasha with open arms. He denied that he could not cope with a beautiful girl who looked sexy and hot.
In the Marvel Comics world, don’t be careless because of your opponent’s gender or physique. Natasha taught the mercenary a good lesson on her own body. She took the opportunity to recoil into the mercenary’s arms and then slammed her head against his other face.
Before the mercenary came back from Bilianggu’s sour taste, Natasha put her hands around her neck and threw her back to the ground.
Natasha slapped her right hand on the ground and replied in her wrist watch, "Take it in the engine room." The mercenary groaned and sang for a while, but she was greeted by Natasha’s merciless wrench in her face. This round of engine room was completely quiet to be continued.
Chapter Erqi Missed
"The special team is in place!" Agent Sitwell and a group of S.H.I.E.L.E.L.D. civilians were bundled and thrown in the ship’s kitchen. His eyes were sharp and he saw the helmet of the special team passing by the window.
The mercenary guarding them anxiously walked up and down in front of these hostages, and the communication between the kitchen and Batchok was interrupted.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to be a hero?" The mercenary leader stared fiercely and kept looking at him. S.H.I.E.L.E.L.D. personnel then said, "Come on, we’ve waited long enough."
He knocked on the iron door of the kitchen and shouted at the guard mercenary outside, "Hey, find someone to contact Bachoc for two minutes, and then I’ll start dealing with the hostages!"
Dealing with hostages is nothing more than killing the living.
The mercenary guard outside the door heard the leader’s order and immediately replied, "Okay, I’ll go find him!" "
"You don’t have a chance to meet Batchok in hell." As soon as the mercenary turned around, he saw Rumlo knock on his head with a gun. The powerful current instantly paralyzed every cell root of his body and was made by Rumlo without warning.
Rumlo, a mercenary with a paralyzed body, wouldn’t let him fall to the ground and disturb the other guards in the kitchen. The mercenary leader was a little suspicious and looked back. If he didn’t hear the suspicious sound, he could be overwhelmed and announced, "The last two minutes!"
"The kitchen door is locked, Batchok. These hands are professional soldiers who retired from the elite troops." Rumlow judged a form and then asked the special warfare players who followed him to find the blasting guy from the equipment and get ready now, just wait for Captain America to arrive.
A mercenary in charge of communication came to their leader and wrote, "The S.H.I.E.L.D. line remained silent and our communication with Batchok was interrupted."
The leader frowned and said, "Forget it. Let’s start dealing with the hostages before Batchok replies!"
"Which one of you wants to die first?" The leader walked up to another skinhead agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and pulled him up from the ground and put the gun on his head. "Do you want to die?"