Chapter 937

The battlefield full of gunpowder smoke can no longer be seen, but the bloody and cruel battle is still going on.

Above the black current, two cruise ships are slowly sailing side by side.

The night is still, and only the sound of the waves gently beating the boat, that rhythmic sound is enough to make anyone who has not been on the boat insomnia.

But all the people on the boat have insomnia? Isn't it a little too coincidental?

That's what Steve thought.

After leaving Hawaii, he and Peggy did not go to the south pole at the first time. In this era, it took a lot of preparation to go to the South Pole. Moreover, only Chile in South America could have a suitable landing site.

Peggy doesn't mind. Anyway, they both retire and resign. They are totally idle people. This is a rare holiday for both of them.

During World War II, Peggy worked underground in France for a long time, helping the Allies contact the guerrillas and the workers' uprising. She also had many acquaintances there.

While his girlfriend wanted to go to France, Steve had only sad memories there, such as being stuffed with rags.

However, he did not refuse. It was the capital of romance. He had some small money in his hand, part of which was military pension, and the other part was pocket money from his godfather.

In fact, although Steve regarded Mr. Wilson as his father in his heart, he never called it out. After leaving the army and returning to his daily life, he seemed to have an epiphany.

He is a super soldier, aging very slowly, but although Mr. Wilson does not look old, he is at least 50 or 60 years old.

If you don't cherish the time you get along with now, won't it be empty to stay in the future?

Su Ming did not correct him, after all, the identity of the death knell is not yet the time for exposure. So Steve got a lot of dollars in addition to two dog skin padded coats in Hawaii.

It made him feel as if Mr. Wilson was very happy.

Next, the two young lovers first went to England, met some friends, then went to France, and spent a few days in Paris.

Originally Steve wanted to see Berlin, which he had not been to during the war, but he had never been able to walk on the streets during the day and travel around openly.

But Peggy stopped him. Maybe Steve didn't know, but she knew that the situation in Berlin was too complicated to be there.

Berlin is divided into two parts: galenthan, which is supported by SSR, Stasi, which is supported by Leviathan, and hydra, which lurks in the dark...

I'm afraid that as long as they appear in Berlin, they will be immediately welcomed by rocket launchers, and their vacation will be ruined.

If you want to ask them what they learned during World War II, it is that hydra is really inexhaustible. Cutting off one head and growing two heads is not an empty word.

Now they are no longer soldiers. Why should they join in those things and slip away.

So they took a boat in Spain, ready to go to Chile. Not only did they have no plane to sit on, they also had acquaintances with the military.

But now the two people are out on holiday to relax, sitting in the boat slowly floating on the sea, and the original time was always on guard against the submarine launched torpedo journey is not the same.

At this time, the two men were blowing on the deck at night, drinking cocktails and looking at the cruise ship not far away running with them in the moonlight.

Peggy's curly golden hair was blowing in the evening wind. She was very happy to lean on Steve's shoulder and revel in the happy time of two:

"do you think we can see penguins in Antarctica? Are they really walking in a flash? "

"Well..."

Steve seemed to be distracted and answered in an absent-minded way.

Peggy is an agent. It's a basic skill to observe her face. If Steve's tone is wrong, she can analyze a lot of things, let alone such obvious conditions.

"What are you thinking?"

Her eyes sharpened, she sat upright with her glass in her hand, and put her face in front of Steve.

Steve came to his senses. He gave Peggy an embarrassed smile and put his arm around her shoulder. Today, she was wearing a floral dress, which was very beautiful.

"Nothing. I'm looking at the boat not far away. Something's wrong with it."

Peggy looked at the cruise ship about 200 meters away. The ship was about the same size and speed as the current one, but it was covered with black paint. It seemed that the passengers were sleeping.

"Well, you think it's a ghost ship, don't you?" Peggy turned her head and said helplessly to Steve.

Steve shook his head gravely. He poured the glass into his mouth and groped under his chair, but he didn't touch the shield.

After being discharged from the army, the uniforms and shields were returned as state property. The military has re elected an American captain. Now the new man is selling Treasury bonds to prepare for the use of troops in Vietnam.As for his reaching out to touch the shield, he was just used to it. Without the red, blue and white round iron plate, he felt something was missing.

"I'm not kidding. I think they're Hydra."

Peggy also saw his movement and sighed. She touched Steve's arm. "Let's go back to the cabin. I know you're still not used to it after you're out of the army, but you're looking for weapons and suspicious. It's because you've been too tired lately."

With that, she stood up and planned to take Steve back to the room.

But Steve grabbed her hand: "honey, the last time I felt tired, it was the night before I took the serum. This ship was too close to us, which is definitely a problem. Maybe it is to create a shadow on the shore based radar, like the best trick of the Nazi submarine to avoid sonar."

Peggy sat down again, and said sullently, "yes, it's a problem to keep a light on at night, because even the lookout is black, and there are shadows running in the dark, and the draft of the boat is obviously deep, and I suspect them. But what? We are two American civilians now. We don't even have backup. "

"I'll swim over and have a look. You'll be my backup." Steve stood up and looked around. He quickly removed the lid of the trash can from the corridor and weighed it in his hands as a shield.

Peggy sighed helplessly, pulled the pistol from the holster under her skirt, checked the bullet, and opened the insurance: "we said it was just a vacation."

"Think of it as a fitness activity. A few days ago, I really ate a little too much seafood risotto." Steve kisses Peggy's face, smiles and says, "no doubt, I'm not PTSD. My intuition tells me there's a ghost on the opposite ship."

"It makes you feel like a new superhero, not a war veteran. You should be more sure." Peggy pushed him with a smile. She was confident about Steve: "but I'd better not let me shoot. It's likely to trigger international incidents. It's better to catch evidence."

"You're really taking me as a recruit."

Steve looked at her helplessly, saluted mischievously, and jumped back into the sea.

A distance of several hundred meters plus Shanghai wave may mean death for ordinary people, but for super soldiers, even warm-up is not enough.

Steve couldn't remember how many times he swam across the English channel a few years ago, and the dark water was like it is now.

Although Steve still helped SSR and Hydra fight after the end of World War II, it was more of a variety of espionage confrontation, which was very uncomfortable for Steve, who was a man of integrity.

Maybe on the battlefield, the American captain can be a hundred, but in terms of playfulness, he is not as good as Nick Frey.

However, Frey's situation is very general. After the new SSR leader took office, although he was not asked to clean up again as a black man, he was demoted because of the last spy case, and now he has become a field agent at the bottom.

It's like a World War II. It's all in vain.

But Frey seemed to care nothing. He was more happy when he was out of the field. Although most of the time, there was no expression on his dead face, but Steve could feel that he seemed much more relaxed.

While thinking about things, he quickly and silently rowed. Like a fish, he swam to the anchor of another ship. Stepping on the slippery hull, he grabbed the anchor which had risen to the mid air and hung it for breath.

Namo taught him the skill of fast swimming. If he left without saying goodbye at the beginning, he didn't know what was going on.

Steve got on the boat and crouched on the ground. The wooden deck was dry and had a sense of steadiness.

He looked around.

He said it was a cruise ship, but the front deck could be seen clearly in the moonlight, and there was no amusement facilities at all, which further confirmed his speculation.

He kept a low profile, carrying the lid of the garbage can and quickly shuffled his feet. In the dark space of patrol, he felt inside the cabin.

The interior light is very dim, which is almost the highest level of light control. There are many guards patrolling layer by layer, walking up and down.

It's not very regular for a sailor to crack his boots.

Steve ducked into a utility room, peeped an eye through the door and watched the other man walk with his back to him.

These patrolling sailors had guns on their bodies. When they got close, they could see that they were submachine guns produced by Wilson enterprise. However, these guards communicated with each other in German, and at a glance, they were the elite among the elite.

Long live the hydra.

Peggy said that if he was asked to find evidence, he could not easily blow the ship into the sea. Although he heard that South America accepted a lot of Nazis after the war, what the ship did there was still a question.

He looked at each other's back in the dark, pushed open the door of the sundry room, and crept cautiously toward the bottom cabin.

Since the cruise ship is not loaded with passengers, then it is loaded with some goods. As long as you know what they are transporting, you can always analyze what the Hydra wants to do.If a ship wants to carry goods, it must be loaded from the bottom to the top. Otherwise, the ship will be unstable when it is in motion. This is the so-called ballast.

The ship was so clean and uncanny that there was not even a mouse. Steve felt cold in the dark.

At the bottom, it was not a patrol, but sentries on guard. They were guarding the doors. The smell of German cigarettes reminded Steve of his memory.

He took a deep breath in silence, tore off the cloth mask in his pants pocket, and suddenly burst out of the darkness and rushed to the sentry by the other side's door.

He didn't give the other party a shot at all. He threw out his "shield" and knocked one down. He broke the neck of the other guard on the ground, and then mended the knife for the fallen man.

Picking up the shield and gun, he tumbled into the door.

Didn't you find out?

This makes him very uncomfortable. He has been found in the past covert operations. This time, such a big move, he has not been noticed?

But it's a good thing not to be noticed.

He closed the door gently, bent over to the canvas covered cargo pile, took out the bayonet he had just found on the corpse, and cut open the package to find out what the men were transporting.

He thought about a lot of possibilities, such as blue energy blocks, materials needed to build nuclear bombs, or new weapons robots.

However, he did not expect that under the canvas, sacks were filled with ashes www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!