[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 159 Choice 12

T'Challa looked at Oliver's dripping hair and water-stained boots and asked, "Did you come up from the sea? But I didn't see your boat."

"No, I jumped off the plane." Oliver replied, reloading the gun and walking to the room he was concerned about, "I wanted to find out the situation here before my teammates landed, but since you just made a fuss Such a big movement..." Oliver gave T'Challa a helpless look, "There is no point in continuing to sneak around."

Oliver aimed the gun diagonally down at the keyhole to avoid injuring anyone in the room. He could feel that there was only one person in the room.

"The person you're looking for is in there, the kidnapped American agent?"

Oliver held the gun in both hands, tilted his head slightly, and rested his cheek on the tactical sling across his shoulders, "I don't know, but I hope it is."

There was another gunshot, and T'Challa immediately took a posture ready to attack when Oliver kicked the door open, guarding against enemies who might rush out of the door.

Oliver clenched his gun, and was taken aback when he saw the person tied to the chair in the room, "John?!"

Oliver instantly denied the idea that this person was Ross. Ross and Tom were still on the plane, but why is John here?

John's head was tilted to one side, and he seemed to be in a coma. Even the gunshots and kicks on the door didn't wake him up. Oliver put away the gun and ran to help John.

John wasn't hurt, just handcuffed and chained to the chair.

Oliver pulled out the tools to unlock the lock, T'Challa took the initiative to come up, "I'll do it." He said, showing his vibrating gold claws, one claw each on the metal handcuffs, the handcuffs split in two and fell On the ground, the cut surface is exceptionally smooth.

T'Challa paid attention to Oliver's expression, but he just blinked his eyes, without asking any further questions, and supported John who fell forward.

Oliver checked John's physical condition with his abilities, heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't suffer any injuries, and just passed out with some anesthetics.

"Is he the one you're looking for?"

"No, no, he's my friend, I just didn't expect her to be here, I have to take him back with me." Oliver, dispelling the effect of the anesthetic, patted John's face hard at the same time, at least T'Challa seemed to be trying to wake John up.

"John, John, John Watson!" After Oliver called out several times, John opened his eyes in a daze.

"Oliver?" John muttered suspiciously, his eyes rolling aimlessly, and then he saw a black panther with pointy ears and tights, "A cat? God, I must still be dreaming, This time I finally didn't dream about that bastard Sherlock." He said, wanting to close his eyes again.

"Hey, John, open your eyes, you're not dreaming, wake up."

John rubbed his eyes slowly, his muscles ached from inactivity for a long time, "Didn't I dream? Why am I here?"

"I don't know either, but it's an emergency. You can't stay here forever."

"I don't know this place, where should I go? I remember I was in... Malta."

Oliver couldn't let John follow him to complete the mission. Even though John had the ability to protect himself, it was too dangerous for him to go on the battlefield in this state.If something happened to John, Oliver felt that he would be beaten forever by Sherlock.

But he couldn't let John leave the vast sea alone, could he?

In desperation, Oliver shifted his gaze to T'Challa, "Mr. T'Challa, this request may be too much, but I just saw your... speed, can you help me send John out first? Let him Stay on the ship in Wakanda, he will leave when the battle is over."

Oliver didn't dare and couldn't get John back to the plane, where there was only Ross as a friendly army.

After he finished asking this question, the cabin shook violently, and a loud noise came from above.

"what happened?"

T'Challa's communicator rang, and vivid three-dimensional projections piled up like sand grains and floated in the air, which was different from the 3D projection mode used by Stark. Oliver moved his eyes away consciously.

"Fund's shells fired into the sky hit an aircraft, which exploded and crashed into the sea."

T'Challa looked at Oliver, who was frowning, "Casualties?"

"I saw four parachutes falling down. The situation is unknown now. It was a US plane. Before that, 12 soldiers boarded Von De's deck and entered the cabin from all directions."

Four parachutes, it should be Ross, Tom and two pilots, no one should be injured.

"Launch out the lifeboat and rescue those who fell into the water back on board," T'Challa replied without hesitation, "I'm going back too, ready to respond.

T'Challa took John from Oliver's hand, "Give it to me, I'll send him there. You continue to look for the captain's cabin, and your team members are here too."

...he didn't want to see his team at all, really.

While Oliver brought down Feng De's guards, he also had to pay attention to releasing the ability to cover the whole area, confirm the location of the special forces members, and avoid them one by one.

The location of the captain's cabin is not difficult to find, but it is not easy to open its door. Oliver knocked out the four guards guarding the door of the station room. Bullets were useless to the electronic lock of the captain's room. Oliver even stood directly under the surveillance camera, but the people inside seemed indifferent.The information fed back by the mutant ability is that in the middle of the night and early morning, the captain's room is still full of people.It made him even more suspicious of Moriaty and the intentions of the organization behind him.

arrest him?No, it was clearly not, and if it had been, the door would have opened itself and drawn him into a trap.

"Do you need help?" T'Challa's voice came, and he walked slowly from the shadows all in black. Under the light, he kicked away the guards blocking the road with his toes. His stretched instep was really like a cat. animal.

Too bad Kitty's paws are white, Oliver thought inappropriately.

"That door," Oliver raised his chin, "inside is the captain's cabin, the place you're looking for, I think the person I'm looking for is also inside, but the question is how do we get in now."

"Rush in," Trazar said, taking a few steps back and waving Oliver out of the way.

T'Challa took a few steps forward as a run-up, then jumped up and kicked his legs at the steel hatch, which Oliver's bullets only left a few dents in.

But the power and speed given to T'Challa by the heart-shaped grass and vibrating gold easily destroyed the door. He hugged his knees in the air to protect his joints and rolled around, using his strength to stand up from the ground, and the people who greeted him It's dense bullets.

Oliver pressed his back against the wall by the door, dodging the wave of bullets.He didn't remember that Feng De could spend so much money back then. It seemed that Moriaty's sponsorship was really good.

It was impossible for T'Challa to fight alone, but he closed his eyes and counted the rhythm of the bullets, found a time when most of the enemy were changing bullets, and rolled into the cabin from one side.

Well, he really couldn't dodge all the bullets, and one even missed his cheek, but the high-speed self-healing ability allowed him to repair the wound before T'Challa heard the sound and turned around.

"I'm fine, just focus."

Oliver knocked down a white mercenary closest to him, grabbed a gun from his hand and pointed it at Feng De.

Arnold was indeed here, in the middle of the captain's cabin, with a knife held to his neck by Fonder.

"Want to save him?" Feng De laughed suddenly, showing his yellow teeth covered with smoke, "Of course you can, but you have to die, choose one, you can't escape this time, the fragile civil servant should sit Let's leave the fighting behind the computer to this cutie." He said and tapped Arnold's chin with the back of his knife.

"I've never been a clerical worker," Oliver held the gun in one hand, staring sharply at De's eyes. Arnold was awake all the time, but his mouth was taped and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch all this with his eyes. happened, and Oliver saw that his eyes were red again, although he hadn't cried yet.

"As I said, I won't choose any of them, or I choose you to die." Oliver's voice became cold, and he suddenly jumped up and started shooting with the gun in one hand, but it wasn't aimed at Feng De, his The other hand took out the dagger and threw it at Feng De's hand holding the knife unexpectedly. It passed through his palm with precision and nailed it into the back of the wooden chair Arnold was sitting on. The rope and the handle of the dagger were still shaking and vibrating, making a beeping sound.

Oliver didn't understand why Feng De was so keen on tying prisoners with hemp rope. He did the same thing last time, but Arnold broke free by himself. Just a piece of twine.After one was severed, Arnold was able to break free of the rope easily.

You know, no matter how red-rimmed Arnold's eyes are like a rabbit, he is still a tough fighter.

The moment after the rope was untied, Arnold pulled out the dagger from the screaming Feng De, and swung the blade directly at his artery. Blood beads instantly sprayed on Arnold's bruised and purple face, but His eyes stayed on Feng De's twitching face for no more than a second, and he calmly tore off the tape on his mouth.

Perhaps another adjective is needed, this is a brutal combat power.

It's just that the red eye sockets and the red and swollen lips left by the violent tearing of the tape just now... This look looks too bad.

"There is no Miranda right this time?" Oliver quickly used up the bullets in the gun, and simply gave up on changing the bullets. He disassembled the parts of the gun and used it as a cold weapon. The barrel was surprisingly easy to swing .The process of accumulating energy made his speech pause and add extra stress.

"There is no surveillance video this time."

The surveillance camera was shattered when Oliver was carrying a gun and was unable to control the direction to shoot at random.