Marvel: Unlimited Possession Chapter 222: David Jones

"How's it going?"

"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, hu, hu, hu~"

In a trance, Brock Rumlow heard vague chatter in his ears, opened his eyes, and the chaotic consciousness in his brain began to return.

"Sir, he's awake!"

Natasha noticed the condition of Brock Rumlow on the hospital bed, and hurriedly reminded Nick Fury next to her.

"...The physical condition is basically stable, but try not to have too long conversations, the injured need to rest." He stepped forward and performed some basic physical examinations on Brock Rumlow. The doctor in charge He lowered his head and muttered a sentence in his mouth, and then turned his head and said to the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. behind him.

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

"Thank you."

Not knowing what was happening under his nose, Nick Fury watched the doctor leave before turning to look at Brock Rumlow who was awake on the hospital bed.

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

"What about the rest of the unit?"

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

“…”

"Yes, I see."

Nick Fury didn't answer directly, but his reaction speaks volumes.

He lowered his head and was silent for a while, and then Brock Rumlow raised his head and pulled his scarred face, recalling: "After boarding the ship, we..."

……

"The bow, no anomalies!"

"Deck, no anomalies!"

"...no exception!"

On the surface, they are 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 to no avail.

Frowning tightly, Brock Rumlow didn't let his guard down because of the search results. On the contrary, he began to arrange for his subordinates to conduct a more rigorous search.

"Captain, there is a situation!"

Sure enough, during the ensuing search, members of the team discovered a secret entrance to the ship.

The entrance doesn't look deep. It looks like 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 for the well-trained members of the special forces. He couldn't help frowning, and even looked vaguely nauseated.

“…”

Suppressing the vomiting reaction, the two team members raised their guns and walked towards the deck without hesitation.

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 their firearms.

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, wait. The moment he saw the voice face appearing from the shadow of the entrance with his own eyes, the pupils in his eyes shrank subconsciously.

At the same time, I subconsciously pulled the trigger in my hand.

Bang, bang—

If the cathartic bullets are sprayed out with brilliant flames, as Brock Rumlow fires, 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 of the shadows from the figure's face. The speed of these tentacles was extremely fast, and the two team members standing at the front had no time to dodge, so they were tightly wrapped around their necks.

The next moment, 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 tentacles and waving the entangled two team members like toys, facing such a terrifying force, the fragile necks of the two special forces members could not bear such damage at all, and they didn't even have time to let out a tragic Yelling, each bent into a twisted shape and lost his voice.

"Damn!"

Seeing that two of his elite soldiers were so easily killed, Brock Rumlow scolded, but he didn't dare to stop the movement of his hands.

However, these firearms and bullets that are powerful in the eyes of ordinary people ~IndoMTL.com~ are obviously not helpful for the task of special forces.

bang, bang—

Let go of the 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, Brock Rumlow couldn't help showing a shocked expression when he saw the other party's appearance so clearly on the deck.

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

The appearance of the figure on the ship has obviously exceeded the expectations of Brock Rumlow and others. Even if he has seen the alien legion of the New York War, but seeing this monster like a sea creature in front of him, It made them panic unconsciously.

"Everyone, welcome to The Flying Dutchman, it's been a long time since I've had a guest on board."

In panic, the monster on the other 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 am the captain of this ship, Davy Jones. ." He bowed his head and said hello, the monster named Davy Jones put on his hat again, and his small eyes glanced at the people in front of him: "Okay, the greeting is over, then, it's time to plunder, as You are lucky to be aboard the 'Flying Dutchman' guests, because 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 also shouted at the remaining team members without hesitation: "Shoot!"