"What?" The second officer immediately came closer to check, "Looks like this... a torpedo?"
(continued)
"I can't see it. If you look at the edge, it's irregular. It looks more like..."
"Humanoid? Iron Man?" The third officer turned back to look at the captain.
"Isn't Tony Stark on the ship? He didn't bring any signaling equipment with him when he came to the prison, and his whole body was seen by us, wasn't he?" the first mate said.
"Chest X-rays, X-rays and other whole-body examinations. We even asked people to specially check his excrement. Unless he has the super power to emit wireless signals, otherwise his whole set of armor will be impossible.
I was summoned by him." The second officer also agreed.
"Turn on the deep-sea searchlight and external cameras. Don't forget that he also has a spy in the military, War Machine Colonel James Lord." The captain coughed violently and said, "What is the oxygen concentration now? I
I feel like I’m having stars in my eyes.”
"21%" the staff responsible for monitoring the internal environment of the cabin replied immediately.
"Continue to dive deeply, and then prepare the weapon system. Regardless of whether the searchlight can shine or not, and regardless of who it is, just shoot it down within 500 meters." The captain ordered, "In addition, pump the oxygen from the middle of the hull to
Come to the bridge."
"Captain, if the oxygen concentration is below 18%, the lives of everyone on the ship will be in danger! Such continued hypoxia will lead to irreversible consequences such as kidney failure." The third officer advised from the side.
"I know that you were promoted from the medical department, and I don't need you to spread medical knowledge to me. I am the captain, and everyone listens to me. I have to seal the bridge now to ensure that there is sufficient oxygen here. If you want to save lives and heal the wounded, now
You can leave and go accompany those damn criminals." The captain said coldly.
"How is treating life so indifferently different from the murderous prisoners held in the cabin, but in the wolf pack it is at least more real than the wolves in sheep's clothing here!" He said and walked towards the main entrance of the bridge.
go.
The sound of a gunshot echoed throughout the forward crew quarters.
The glass at the main entrance of the bridge was splashed with red.
The busy staff on the bridge paused for a few seconds with their hands flying on the keyboard at almost the same time, and then continued working. No one looked back at the person who was the only person in the room who retained the bright side of humanity.
Corpses in a pool of blood.
The four searchlights outside the "Arkham" that could illuminate almost four to five kilometers away in the depths of the sea suddenly turned on. Fortunately, Rhodes reacted in time and surfaced instantly, avoiding the strong parallel lights.
"Phew, it's so dangerous, but..." Rhodes was startled, because the submarine was obviously sinking into a deeper trench.
"Captain, are you...are you okay?" This unexpected change made Rhodes panic. Captain America had been holding his breath for nearly 20 minutes. The highest normal record for ordinary people to hold their breath was 13 minutes and 42 seconds, but that was
Under normal circumstances, and the depth here is now close to 400 meters, Rhodes can already feel that Rogers' hands and feet are weak and his face is red.
And misfortunes never come singly, Rhodes' armor also began to indicate that the oxygen level was critical, and water leakage began to appear in many joints of the armor due to the strong atmospheric pressure. Every ten meters of diving in the deep sea will increase the standard atmospheric pressure. At the current depth, the two people
It has withstood almost 40 standard atmospheric pressures, which means that every square centimeter of the body is bearing a weight of 40 kilograms.
"Alarm, alarm, the pressure on the armor has exceeded 200% of the design pressure, please escape quickly..."
Red exclamation marks and garbled characters began to appear on the virtual interactive interface inside the mask of Rhodes' armor, and he was immersed in the cold sea water up to his knees.
"Captain, we may not be able to continue. The mission has failed." Rhodes looked at the intermittent interface in the mask. The sudden burst of electric sparks caused blood to flow behind his ears and down his neck.
Flow into clothes.
But at this time, Captain America suddenly continued to swim in the direction of the searchlight.
"Captain, Steve!"
Rhodes was surprised that Steve Rogers still had such potential, so he gritted his teeth and swayed the suit and continued to follow.
Just as the two people flexibly avoided the illumination of the four searchlights on the front of the submarine, and after approaching the middle section of the submarine, a row of about 14 shaft hatches in total were opened on both sides of the submarine. With a series of dull sounds, 14 missiles marked
Hammer Industries' "Ex-Wife R" small torpedoes successively rose to ten meters above the submarine with tail flames wrapped in a large number of bubbles, and then turned and flew towards the two of them.
The "Ex-Wife R" type is an underwater model of a high-density missile developed by the military factory affiliated to Hammer Industries. The war machine was equipped with this missile at the beginning of the first battle. A warhead three times the size of a pen is enough to flatten a building with a height less than 20 stories.
The power of the building can be seen. Although there was an embarrassment of misfire when fighting the villain Cable with Tony Stark, after improvements, it has been widely used in the main equipment of the US military combat forces, and has
There are underwater torpedo models and airborne air-to-air models, including the S.H.I.E.L.D.’s main fighter, the Kabul fighter, which is also equipped with the airborne model of the “ex-wife”.
When Rogers, who was still conscious, saw this scene, he immediately raised the shield on his back to his chest and pushed James Rhodes away. Suddenly, he felt fire flashing in front of his eyes, and he was knocked away by the huge impact of the explosion.
From a distance, it looks like a shooting star falling on the seabed.
"Captain!" Rhodes shouted, and then raised the cannon in his palm. Fortunately, the left hand can still be used. The light bombs and small torpedoes emitted from the palm exploded one after another spherical bombs with a diameter of nearly ten meters on the seabed.
.
Rogers shook his head, spit out some air bubbles in his mouth, and then continued to hold his breath and used his shield to cleverly change the course of the torpedo, causing it to explode on the surrounding coral reefs and huge reefs. The torpedo exploded in the middle of Captain America and War Machine.
The crew members on the bridge who scattered to watch in cooperation were stunned.
Captain America and War Machine are not Thor, they are people born and raised on Earth. They are on the bottom of the sea at a depth of 400 meters. They can still fight with a pressure of 40 kilograms per square centimeter. This is no different from gods. Splashing shrapnel
Many of them fell on the submarine, causing considerable vibrations again and again.
"How is this possible?!" the captain shouted in surprise.
"What happened?" Secretary of State Ross said breathlessly in the middle of the oxygen-starved submarine.
Tony Stark and Nick Fury, who were completely unconscious, were lying aside, their bodies still twitching from time to time. It was very sad to see these two people who were no longer human. The prisoners were also suffering from hypoxia.
He was dying in such an environment. Every time he was shaken, his body would tremble, but there was no other movement.
"We are currently in wartime radio silence, Mr. Secretary." The soldier beside him supported him with one hand and held the walkie-talkie in front of him with the other hand.
The furious Ross grabbed it, threw it to the ground and smashed it to pieces, then coughed harder.
"The oxygen content in the bridge is now less than 20%, and the oxygen content in the middle and rear cabins is only 10%." said the crew member who was monitoring the environment inside the boat.
"Don't worry about it, continue diving, there should be no problem with the oxygen concentrator supplying oxygen to our bridge..."
"But once the oxygen supply machine only supplies oxygen to our bridge, the oxygen content in the middle and rear parts will drop faster. The ship..." Before the crew member could finish speaking, he fell to the keyboard after a gunshot.
superior.
"Robert, hurry up, take over from him and close the delivery port at the middle and rear of the oxygen concentrator," the captain said to the second officer with his gun in his hand.
"Captain." The helmsman said suddenly.
"What's wrong?" At this time, the captain's eyes were already red with blood, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed towards him.
The helmsman immediately raised his hand and said: "I didn't move anything. Really, please believe me, captain..."
"What on earth are you talking about? What happened?! Say it!!" the captain growled.
"Then... that... that..." The helmsman actually cried, putting down a raised finger and pointing at the instrument panels.
"What this and that?!"
"Captain, what... is going on? Didn't we all reach the 410-meter trench just now? Now..."
The first mate tapped on the keyboard a few times, and the scene outside at this time was displayed on the screen. They were now looking down at the entire trench, and they could actually see the whole thing now.
Looking at the surrounding fish schools and undersea mountains, they are all moving forward. In other words, they are slowly reversing now.
"Are you sick? Who told you to drive in reverse?"
The captain then fired a shot at the helmsman's feet, which frightened him into screaming and then kept repeating:
"It didn't fall, it didn't fall, I didn't fall..."
"He really didn't," the first mate pushed him away, and then asked the captain to look at the gear. It was already at full speed at the highest gear, but the speed dial showed 0.5 knots. What's even more ironic was the depth next to it.
The number on the watch is constantly decreasing, "It has reached 332 meters now and is still retreating."
"Are you kidding?" The captain stood up and looked at the computer and various dashboards in person, but he couldn't believe his eyes at all:
The speed has reached its maximum, but the submarine is slowly retreating.
"What the hell is this?" The first mate looked nervously at the farther and farther away trench, and his voice began to tremble.
"Hundred... The Bermuda Triangle doesn't have the ability to suck the ship to the surface."
The second mate's words suddenly awakened the captain, and he immediately shouted:
"Look, look where is the cargo ship we just passed around?!"
"Here..." The staff member quickly operated the computer.
"Right above our heads..." The first mate said the moment he saw the screen display.
"The mechanisms have been exhausted..."
After hearing this, the captain broke out in a cold sweat, staggered back to the captain's chair and slumped down.
The "Lemurian Star" satellite launch ship has now tilted nearly 60 degrees to one side of the ship. If it continues to tilt like this, the ship is likely to flip over completely on the sea, and the reason is the veins in the middle of the port side.
Get up, sweating Magneto Eric Lensherr.
Sam Wilson looked at him in amazement. When he heard that the captain and Rhodes were in distress underwater, and when the submarine was about to dive deeper, Wilson wanted to take off the Falcon suit and go to the underwater support, but was stopped.
Lancel stopped him.
"Impossible, Mr. Lansheer, the current depth has reached more than 400 meters underwater, and it is diving at a speed of 40 knots. How could you possibly do it at such a long distance and driven by nuclear power..."
"We are diving now, and there are two people, Steve and James, to restrain them, so we can drive the boat directly above them as much as possible, which can also save some of my energy. Let's go." Lansheer's words were also firm and undeniable.
majesty.
So there was the current scene. The old man stretched his hands straight towards the sea directly below the boat. From the stretched muscles of his hands, you can completely feel how much strength he used, and it seemed like he was desperately pulling something heavy.
Feeling like an object, his body began to slowly sink to stabilize his heels, and his hands continued to apply force. The old man's whole body began to tremble slightly due to the excessive exertion, and the deck under his feet also started to tremble due to the pressure of the old man's center of gravity.
There was a creaking sound.
It wasn't just the deck under his feet, but the entire deck of the ship made painful sounds at the same time.
Wilson, who was standing next to him, looked around and on the deck under his feet in amazement. He was trying to determine if it was his hallucination and felt that the whole ship was tilting to Lansheer's side. It was not just him, but also those on the ship.
The cosmopolitan crew members could clearly feel that it was impossible for the 100,000-ton satellite launch ship to tilt so much on the currently calm sea, and the tilt was still increasing.
"What happened?!"
The bridge was already in chaos, and a staff member asked nervously.
"Magneto is almost 70 years old, but he still has such powerful abilities..."
The first mate of the "Lemurian Star" tightly grasped the armrest of the chair and tried his best to maintain his balance, and then answered with difficulty.
At this time, the deck under Magneto's feet had sunk downwards, almost forming a "U" shape, and the rivets holding it began to loosen under Wilson's gaze.
"Mr. Lensher, it's too dangerous. The deck under your feet won't be able to bear it if you go on like this." Wilson said worriedly as he watched sweat dripping like raindrops from the beard on Eric Lensher's chin.
"Don't... worry... it will be out soon... it will come out soon." Magneto gritted his teeth, and the muscles of his jaw tightened and bulged into meat balls on both sides.
"Captain... we will reach the sea surface in less than 100 meters," the analyst said anxiously.
"Asshole, you have been sailing at sea for nearly 30 years, how could you die here so easily!" The expression on the captain's face was so ferocious that he shouted to the operator of the weapon system, "Quickly, launch the anti-ship missile.
Blow up that ship and launch the torpedoes for me!!"
Immediately, the entire submarine fired thousands of arrows, the small torpedoes opened in conjunction with the shaft door on the back, and anti-ship missiles flew onto the water with fiery red tail flames.
"Several anti-ship missiles and torpedoes detected!" The analysts in "Lemuria" still did not relax and issued a warning in time.
"We don't have to hide anymore. We can use all weapons to intercept. The distance is so close, so we can minimize the losses as much as possible!" the first mate said calmly.
Wilson also heard what was said in the bridge, and immediately jumped up. The wings on his back immediately stretched out and brought him to high altitude in an instant. The red wings helped him scan the precise positions of the nearest missiles and displayed them on his red
On the windshield.
"Okay, it's my turn to perform!" Wilson said, like a seagull eyeing its prey, swooping down to the sea like red lightning, a row of micro-missile launchers rising from the flight pack on his back, passing by him
At the same time as the water surface, the small missiles inside bloomed like petals, and perished together with the missiles that had just flown out of the sea.
Suddenly, the sound of explosions was heard one after another, which was so spectacular.
Several containers of the "Lemuria Star" slowly opened the side doors, revealing heavy anti-aircraft cannons and torpedo launchers inside.
Several anti-ship missiles had just risen into the air when they were hit by the flames of the anti-aircraft cannon and exploded on the spot. However, the shrapnel fell like snowflakes. Lansheer, who was trying his best to pull the prison ship, had no choice but to raise his hand to stop the falling shrapnel.
At a distance of 20 centimeters from yourself.
Without Magneto's pulling force, the submarine that was about to emerge from the water instantly rushed towards the bottom of the sea as if it was ejected by a slingshot.
The bridge of the submarine was full of people, and the captain looked at the instrument panel that had returned to normal and exclaimed:
"Great, hurry up... move forward at full speed!"
"Captain, several of them have fainted due to lack of oxygen," the second officer pleaded.
"It doesn't matter so much, get on the boat and get out of here at full speed!" The captain angrily picked up the gun in his hand and pointed it at the second officer.
But at this moment, there was only a roar, and the door of the bridge was kicked open by someone from the outside, and the ice-cold seawater filled the entire bridge in an instant.
"Who?!" Before the captain could ask, the huge impact of the sea water hit the screen in front. In the haze, a man with a naked upper body and full of tattoos rushed in. When he got closer, he saw that this man had a head.
With long curly brown hair, a thick beard and blue eyes that were clearer than the sea water, the captain then lost consciousness.
The bridge was washed away, and the entire submarine lost power. Just as it began to sink gradually, dozens of black shadows, large or small, appeared around it. The largest one was close to thirty meters, and the smallest ones were as high as 30 meters.
About ten meters away, they gathered together and struggled to hold the submarine up before swimming upstream.
Rogers, who was lying exhausted on the seabed, still vaguely remembered the last sight of this magical scene. A group of narwhals, killer whales, beluga whales and a blue whale. The rest were unnamed whales cooperating with each other.
, actually pushed a nuclear submarine to the surface of the sea.
The sun shines in through the sea water, forming a beam of light, illuminating the beautiful streamlined body of the huge whale...
At this time, the captain's consciousness became increasingly blurred.
After Magneto Eric Lensherr threw all the shrapnel into the sea, he immediately reached out again to pull the submarine out of the sea.
And just when he started to exert force and wanted to pull again like before, he didn't expect that this time the propeller of the submarine was exposed to the sea so easily. He continued to exert force, and the entire submarine was quickly engulfed like a dead fish.
He brought it up.
The bridge glass of the "Lemuria Star" suddenly darkened. The ship's crew and analysts in the bridge looked through the portholes and saw a huge object suspended on one side of the ship's side, and underneath it was a mass of black mass.
There is a group of whales spraying water happily and Eric Lensher, who holds his hands up and firmly controls the position of the submarine.
"Where to put it?!"
Lanshel's headset had fallen somewhere during the exertion, so he could only shout to the staff on the bridge who were staring blankly out of the portholes.
Wilson on the side also came out of his trance. Although the person in front of him was not a god, he should be no different from a god.
"I feel like he can even lift Thor's hammer." He secretly admired and flew to the window of the bridge. At this time, the staff inside hurriedly worked like a flock of frightened birds.
The rocket launcher on the side slowly rose again from the hatch covered by the container. Several staff members wearing safety helmets on it also looked stupidly at this behemoth suspended in mid-air. It turned out to be... a submarine!
Seeing that they were unreliable, Wilson had no choice but to fly within range of Lanshel's sight and command Lanshel to place the submarine firmly against the rocket launcher, and the hydraulic fixing device on the launcher immediately closed to secure it.
The water left on the submarine seriously drenched the staff on the launch pad.
They have never seen it rain here since they started working as rocket launch maintainers. Usually, the few tons of seawater used for cooling in the reservoir on the launch pad evaporate instantly at the moment of rocket launch, leaving only a brown color.
of "burnt salt".
But this time...
"I have been working at this launch site for so long, and this is the first time I have seen a rocket that sprays water..." one of the staff members exclaimed in admiration.
"No wonder the whole world is afraid of Magneto. This time I really saw his abilities with my own eyes." Another staff member wearing a hat crookedly said jokingly.
"Your history textbooks never told the true story of the Cuban Missile Crisis. At that time, he blocked the missiles and artillery shells launched by the two fleets of the United States and the Soviet Union. Just when he wanted to throw them all back, it was Professor
Xavier controlled his thoughts and finally let them all fall into the water. If it weren't for the professor, you can imagine how many people would have died under his hands." The older staff stared down at Magneto Ai, whose body was trembling slightly.
Rick Lensher says.
"Old George, you weren't born yet at that time, right? The Cuban Missile Crisis was probably six years ago." The staff member wearing a crooked hat said with a mocking look on his face.
"Yes, but at that time my father was the logistics crew chief on the USS Randolph. That's enough, so I understand his horror better than you guys.
My baby was born, and when my mother was still alive, she would cry every time she mentioned that crisis."
"Sigh, but to be honest, no one can resist birth, old age, sickness and death, not even him." The first staff member to speak looked at Lansheer, who was being supported by the fallen Falcon Sam Wilson, a little a little bit.
As if talking to himself.
"Are you okay, Mr. Lensher? I see you can hardly walk." Wilson asked with concern.
"Quick, leave me alone, go rescue people in the submarine first." Lancel said breathlessly. At this time, his hands were shaking and sweating profusely. The sweat on his hands almost caused his hands to fall away from Wilson's tight grip.
The hand slipped out.
"What are you doing standing still? Help Mr. Lansheer to go in and have a rest. I'll go rescue Tony Stark first, as well as the captain and James. You also tell the bridge to return home as soon as possible." Wilson said to the shipping crew who came behind him.
said.
The entire submarine is basically complete, the only gap is that the front hatch was blown open from the outside.
"This trace of explosion...could it be James?" Wilson muttered, and the AR goggles also gave analysis results at the same time. It came from a torpedo, and it happened to be the model equipped on the boat.
"The torpedo you launched sunk yourself?" Wilson muttered and flew into the cabin. The door to the middle cabin was tightly sealed, but the bridge door was indeed forcibly pulled open from the outside, and there was water inside.
It has been basically drained away, and the crew, first mate, second mate and captain are missing. They were probably swept out of the boat by the strong current and became a meal for the black whales and sharks in the sea outside.
Wilson curled his lips helplessly, and controlled the red wing to blow open the intact door leading to the middle cabin. After passing through many small compartments and the messy supplies and equipment on the boat, he suddenly saw something in front of him——
This is like a huge honeycomb. In each hexagonal compartment are prisoners wearing uniform orange prison uniforms. Because the entire submarine is fixed vertically on the rocket launcher in order to be able to be fixed, so in the hall
All the people who had been unconscious due to lack of oxygen were piled on one side of the wall. In addition to the heavily armed soldiers and prison guards, they were Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross, Tony Stark and Nick Fury.
"Tony! Tony!" Seeing this, Wilson immediately flew over.
"Fortunately, he's still alive..." He raised Stark's head and pressed two fingers on the intersection of his left lower jaw and neck. Although it was very weak, it still rose and fell regularly, and then he tested it in the same way.
Nick Fury.
There are still signs of life.
A stone fell to the ground, and Wilson then controlled the Red Wing to fly forward. Wilson used it to perform a full-body scan on Tony Stark, and Stark's physical condition was displayed in great detail on the lenses in front of him.
"It's just caused by excessive hypoxia. I have to get them to the ship quickly." Wilson said to himself.
And just when Wilson was thinking about how to take the two people out, the roar of helicopter propellers sounded outside. And relying on his many years of experience in the 101st Airborne Division, he could estimate that the helicopters were super sea stallions, and their number was at least
There were four and one Osprey transport plane. Wilson sighed:
"There are so many guys who can fly but they don't use them early. It's too slow."
Soon, several ropes and three stretcher beds were lowered from above Wilson's head.
"What's going on with you? Why are you so slow? If I had known there were so many planes, I would have tied it to the butt of the submarine and pulled it up."
"You guys have driven so far away. If we have enough gas, we won't have to take a boat over here. This is already the fastest, okay, Sam." A familiar voice sounded from above his head.
"Sir..." Sam's body trembled when he heard this, and he quickly raised his head. It turned out to be his major in the 101st Airborne Division.
"No, no, no, no... now you are the hero of the country, I should call you sir, hahaha." The major said with a kind smile.
"How is it possible? You were my commander when I first joined the army, and you brought me to take over the Falcon project. You also provided me with this opportunity, so you have always been my commander, no matter where you go."
Wilson's eyes were moist, and the scenes of the training that year appeared before his eyes like a movie. The youngest officer of the 101st Airborne Division at that time was now middle-aged, and his temples were gray, which made people feel a little sad.
"Isn't that right? The boss doted on you so much back then. There were only two spots in the whole division, and one of them was given to you, kid. In fact, we had a stomachache on the day of the competition, so we couldn't compete with you, kid. Seeing you flying around in the sky is still...
I’m really jealous that I don’t have to memorize the flight manual.” A soldier who had already descended to the bottom said as he pushed up the black goggles on his helmet and raised his head.
"Hogan Snape, my God, did you survive in Afghanistan?! I knew that you were seriously injured, and then there was no more news from you. I didn't expect..." Although he tried his best to control it, he still
A crystal teardrop fell from Wilson's eye. He was his biggest competitor in the army at that time. The two of them were outstanding in terms of physical strength, endurance and other qualities, but they were evenly matched and no one could beat the other, so he
Since joining the army, there have been various competitions.
But as the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. In the process of competing and competing again and again, the old rivals actually began to cherish each other. It turns out that it is not that enemies do not know each other until they meet. They are never merciful on the field, but in private.
became the best friends.
The competition for the "Falcon" project was the last game between them. Hogan Snape, who was clearly evenly matched, actually fell behind his old rival Sam Wilson by 5 points, the largest gap in history.
"At that time, I knew in advance that the commander was going to be promoted to lieutenant colonel. If one of the two of us left, the remaining one would definitely be the successor of the major. As for the Falcon plan, I asked someone to inquire about it. The risk factor is extremely high, even if
After passing the previous flight test stage, the actual combat will also require you to physically fly among anti-aircraft machine guns and artillery, so..."
On the U.S. Vanguard-class joint high-speed warship, Wilson leaned on the railing and felt particularly uncomfortable listening to his best brother's confession to him.
"It was clearly promised fair competition, but I... I predicted the outcome and made the choice first," Hogan Snape continued, "I also received the punishment I deserved. In Afghanistan, I lost one of my legs.
I was shot and was trapped in the trenches for three days and three nights with my brothers who died in battle. In the end, it was your colleague from the Avengers, Scott Patton, who picked me out of the dead.
I was unconscious due to colds and malaria. The doctor said that I was in a coma for a whole week. The damn complications almost killed me. What I thought of the most at that time was you. Maybe I didn’t know so much in advance and didn’t think about it so much, but I thought
If we take our last game seriously, the outcome may be different. It's like you have an extra pair of wings now, and I..." Snape lifted up his trouser legs and said with a bitter smile.
"Your leg..." Wilson looked at the exposed mechanical prosthetic leg with distress.
"It was our commander at that time who took in me, who had already been amputated at a high position, against all objections and kept me with him. Otherwise, my military career would have ended long ago. Although I am already very familiar with this leg, it still
Really, if Mr. Stark wakes up, tell him to help me make a mechanical leg. I still have some money saved." Snape always had a smile on his face.
.
What made this originally cold and tough man look like he is smiling everywhere now? Wilson's heart ached so much. He was the most arrogant person back then, and it was because of this that he always had to fight with him to the end.
He was asked to lower his arrogant head a little, but he didn't expect that the many years of confrontation did not make him bow his head. Instead, it was this invisible and intangible world that made him finally succumb. How ironic life is.
"I really didn't see Steve Rogers and James Rhodes. I just remember that the submarine was suddenly grabbed by something, and then it was lifted almost upright, and I was knocked unconscious.
, and then woke up here." Wilson followed the sound and saw a group of handcuffed prisoners lining up towards them. Thaddeus Ross lost his arrogant attitude at the time and knelt down to them.
Next to him, Wilson's then Lieutenant Colonel was explaining.
"What? Captain and James haven't been found yet?" Wilson walked forward quickly and asked anxiously without even looking at Rose.