"Huff … Huff … Kuang Peng"
Near the waters of Canada, in the midst of the storm, an inconspicuous cargo ship was trying to reach the shore with difficulty. In the dark sky, streaks of gorgeous lightning fell from the sky, as if to tear the darkness apart and bring light to the ship.
The raging waves of the sea seemed to be venting their boundless anger, wanting to tear everything on the surface of the sea to shreds. Even the most powerful person would feel an uncontrollable fear when faced with the might of the heavens and earth. This was an inscription that originated from the deepest part of their instincts and bloodline.
The earth raised human beings, and it could also destroy human beings. If it had consciousness, then this consciousness should be where the real gods were.
"This damn storm!"
The captain with a big beard cursed angrily. He picked up a bottle of vodka and poured it into his mouth. He shouted, "Turn the power to the maximum, let's try again!"
Behind him, the crew immediately got busy, and a guy in a jacket walked into the cabin at this time. He wiped the water stains on his face and asked loudly,
"Captain Laufed, when can we dock?"
"I don't know! You should ask God this question. "
The old captain rolled his eyes, pointed to the stormy sky outside the porthole, and scolded rudely, "Are your eyes blind? Can't you see the weather outside? This damn place, there shouldn't be a storm at this season, but it just happened to come. With this level of wind, we are already lucky to be alive. "
"Okay."
The man in the jacket turned his head and looked at the faintly discernible port outside. He turned around silently, stepped on the water on the deck, and tried to walk below the deck. But as soon as he walked out of the cabin, he staggered due to the sudden wind. He hurriedly wrapped his clothes tightly and walked down the cabin.
There was a place for passengers to stay on the cargo ship, but these guys from Russia who came to Canada did not stay in the cabin, but stayed below the cabin.
"Huff"
The strong wind and waves shook the ship again, causing the guy to slip and fall directly into the cabin. He rubbed his forehead and got up. Without saying anything, he continued to go deeper into the cargo cabin.
"What did the captain say?"
Another man raised his head and asked. The man who had just fallen replied with a grin, "They are trying, and they will be able to dock soon. It seems to be just an ordinary storm."
"I always feel a little uneasy, and I always feel that something will happen."
Another tall and thin man looked at the surrounding environment suspiciously. He lowered his voice, "There are only three of us left, we must bring this thing back to the headquarters safely!"
"That's for sure … It's just a pity for the other brothers."
As they spoke, the three men were silent. The one who spoke first whispered, "May their souls rest in peace, and our great cause will be victorious!"
“HailHydra！”
Three repressed but impassioned voices sounded in the cabin. Their faces could be seen in the dim light that was constantly shaking above their heads. All three of them were Caucasians. They looked haggard, but their eyes were bright. Their waists were bulging and they were obviously equipped with weapons. At first glance, they were well-trained guys. Maybe they were agents secretly trained by Hydra.
It was abnormal for three such agents to appear on a ship transporting food raw materials. They must be shouldering some kind of mission. Otherwise, they would not have tried to land in a remote port in Canada on this stormy night.
"Have you contacted the person who will pick us up?"
The violent shaking of the cabin made the tall and thin man a little dizzy. He retched and said, "I can't stand this damn weather anymore. Let's get this damn mission over with!"
Half a month ago, they received orders from their superiors to go to the deepest part of the Siberian snowfield to find some useful information for the organization. A total of ten people went, but by the time they returned, only three of them were left. Seven of the best agents were buried in the damned former Soviet military base. They did not know how the place was sealed, but after they painstakingly opened the door, they triggered the defense mechanism without feeling anything.
The rest of the journey could only be described as a flight. Poison gas, explosions, backward but powerful defense robots, and the rioting werewolves in the Siberian wilderness. In short, it was a cruel nightmare.
Fortunately, they finally succeeded in bringing back the information the organization needed. With this adventure, they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
It was impossible for a person to survive with just faith alone.
"I have sent out the return signal. Mr. Gartler will come and greet us personally!"
The three of them whispered in the cabin, discussing their future life and the impact of this operation. They did not notice that under the cover of the storm, a figure had quietly sneaked into the cargo cabin from the bottom of the overflowing water. Her figure seemed to be able to pass through the heavy cargo, like a cat in the dark. She did not make a sound, nor was she detected by the three elite agents. She easily came into contact with the container that was securely protected by them.
Catherine entered the container. She carefully turned on the low-light flashlight on her arm and looked in the darkness before her. In front of her were four heavy cultivation cabins side by side, with a nameplate written in Russian. In the air in front of her, the dense security lasers protected the four cultivation cabins, but this was not a problem for Catherine.
She stuck a small signal transmitter on the inner wall of the container. In the distant Gotham, Felicity's ten fingers danced quickly on the keyboard. In less than five seconds, the security system placed by the Hydra agents inside the container was completely paralyzed.
After confirming that the lasers in front of her had disappeared, Catherine stepped forward and wiped the ice on the cultivation cabin with her left hand, which was wearing a tactical glove. She saw that the person inside was sealed and completely frozen. It was as if he was completely sealed in an ice cube.
She rubbed her hands excitedly, clenched her small fists, and put her hands on the cultivation cabins on the left and right sides. The next moment, the ability to cross over was launched, and two cultivation cabins weighing more than a ton fell silently into the water below the cabin. They were properly caught by the turtles there, and then the same trick was used again. In less than ten seconds, all four cultivation cabins were transferred.
But this was just the beginning. Catherine jumped into the water, and Erwin, who was waiting in the water, made an OK gesture to her. The other four cultivation cabins, which were almost identical in appearance, were lifted up by his ability to control water. Then, one by one, Catherine put them back in their original positions. Erwin then used low-temperature ice to make them look exactly the same as before.
After doing all this, Katherine took back the signal transmitter and looked around. Then, she dived back into the water and joined up with the turtles. They quickly left the water area from the bottom of the water.
Five minutes later, with the old captain's roar, the ship finally sailed into the harbor, accompanied by waves that were getting crazier and crazier. Everyone on the ship cheered. With the intensity of the storm in Xi 'an Zi, if they continued to drift, there was a high chance that they would be buried at the bottom of the sea. Hydra's agents were also very happy, and this frightening journey was finally over.
"They're here, on the deck!"
The tall and thin man glanced at the communicator and nodded to his companion, "You go and bring him here, I'll stay here."
At this time, on the deck of the port, in the storm, the port was empty. Only a few cars were parked there, and the crane, which should have been stopped, was operating. The moment the ship's crew docked, they were controlled by Hydra's people. They completely took over the scene.
The crane swayed a little in the storm, especially when lifting the containers in the cabin. The frequency of the swaying made people tremble with fear. However, under the crane, the commander at the scene, John Garter, looked indifferent.
As Alexander Pierce's true confidant, he had participated in similar secret operations countless times. This guy was one of SHIELD's Level-8 agents and was trusted by Nick Fury. Of course, Director Fury had not yet discovered his double identity.
"Sylvitt, that villain, thinks he can occupy a high position just by waving information around … He's delusional!"
Gartler chewed gum and said to the young agent next to him.
"Ward, after this operation, you will apply for a promotion. Mr. Pierce will find a way to transfer you to the Helicarrier's team. Your task is to monitor Sylvitt. That guy has been very restless recently. He has been seeking promotion and has been colluding with Whitehall's forces. This is not consistent with his previous low-key actions. If he hadn't been providing effective information, I would even suspect that this guy had been instigated by Nick Fury."
"But father, Agent Sylvitt's sources of intelligence are really deep. The first time he planned a large-scale operation, he found the other four Winter Soldiers for the organization."
Grant Ward is a handsome young man. He used to be the deputy of Mrs. Viper, another senior member of Hydra. Of course, his real identity is the adopted son of Level-8 agent John Gartler. He was born to be in Pierce's camp, which also proves that there are many factions within Hydra. To be honest, if they hadn't been hiding inside SHIELD from the beginning and developed their forces, they wouldn't necessarily be SHIELD's opponent in a real confrontation.
A large part of their strength has been used for internal friction.
"So we can't get rid of him in a hurry."
Gartler snorted. "After mastering his intelligence source, Sylvitt will be useless. Then we will arrange for his" accidental death ". The research on the Magic Cube has been restarted. It's hard to say when we will completely turn against SHIELD. This will leave another unstable factor, which is a bit too troublesome."
"Is this what Mr. Pierce means?"
Ward suddenly asked. Gartler didn't answer. His smile was full of mystery. He patted his adopted son on the shoulder.
"Ward, you have to remember that no matter when, we have to have a way out. Loyal people will not have a good end. Let's go and see the four Winter Soldiers."
He walked to the front of the heavily protected container and glanced at the haggard agent. He whispered, "No one opened it, right?"
"No! We dare to guarantee with our lives that it was sent here sealed all the way! "
The pale agent forced himself to stay alert. "In order to cover up, we changed ships four times in the middle of the way. No one will find any clues!"
"Very good!"
Gartler nodded and winked at Ward behind him. The latter handed a suitcase to the agent. "Go underground for two years. There are your new identities inside. Go and enjoy life."
Gartler went through four identity checks and opened the container. The four cultivation cabins inside exuded low temperatures and even made clusters of ice on the surrounding ground. He smiled with satisfaction, then strode forward and reached out to touch the surface of the cultivation cabin, revealing the frozen human body inside.
"Clang!"
Just as Gartler was about to see the frozen Winter Soldier, the storm above the port suddenly became much more violent. A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, causing sparks to appear on the vehicles behind everyone.
Gartler turned his head abruptly and saw the shadow falling from the sky, as well as the silver hair that was raised in the storm. This unique way of appearing immediately reminded the Level-8 agent of a person who shouldn't be here.
"Damn it! Storm! Kill her! "
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