Chapter 935: ordinary citizens

The battlefield full of gunpowder smoke is no longer visible, but the **** and cruel battle without gunpowder smoke continues.

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

The night was quiet, and only the sound of the waves was gently patting the hull. The rhythmic rushing sound was enough to cause insomnia for anyone who had never been on a boat.

But all the people on the ship have insomnia? Isn’t it a coincidence?

That's what Steve thinks.

After he and Peggy left Hawaii, they did not go to the South Pole the first time. In this era, going to the South Pole requires a lot of preparation, and only from Chile in South America can there be a suitable landing site.

Peggy doesn't mind, anyway, the two of them are now retiring one by one and resigning. They are completely idlers. This is a rare holiday for both.

During World War II, Page did a long time underground work in France, responsible for helping the Allied forces contact the guerrillas and the workers' uprisings. She had many acquaintances there.

And his girlfriend wanted to go to France, although Steve had only tragic memories there, such as being stuffed in rags.

However, he did not refuse. It is the romantic capital. He now has some small money in his hand, part of it is retirement money, and the other part is pocket money given by the godfather.

In fact, although Steve regarded Mr. Wilson as his father before, he never called it out. After leaving the army and returning to 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 spend together now, won’t you be left with lingering hatred in the future?

Su Ming did not correct him, after all, the identity of the death knell is not time to be exposed. So Steve received a lot of dollars in addition to two dog skin padded jackets in Hawaii.

This made him feel that Mr. Wilson seemed very happy.

The next two young couples first went to England, and then went to France after meeting some friends. They spent a few days in Paris.

Originally Steve wanted to see Berlin. He hadn't been there in the war years, but he had never been able to walk in the street during the day and go sightseeing in an open manner.

But Peggy still prevented him from this idea, maybe Steve didn't know it, but she knew very well that the current situation in Berlin was too complicated, and their identities were not suitable for appearing there.

Berlin is divided into two parts, the east and the west, the "Gallen Ginseng" supported by SSR, the "Stasi" supported by Leviathan, plus the Hydra lurking in the dark...

I am afraid that as long as the two of them appear in Berlin, they will be greeted by the rocket launcher immediately, and the vacation will definitely be a waste.

If you want to ask them what they learned during World War II, it is that Hydra can never be killed. It is really not empty talk to cut off one head and grow two heads.

Now they are no longer soldiers, so why bother to participate in those things and slip away.

So they took a boat in Spain, preparing to go to Chile. It's not that there is no plane to ride, they still have military acquaintances.

But now the two of them are out for a vacation, floating slowly on the sea in a boat, which is different from the journey when they were always wary of torpedoes launched by submarines.

At this time, the two were blowing on the deck at night, sipping cocktails, while watching the cruise ship traveling side by side with them under the moonlight not far away.

The evening breeze blew Peggy’s golden curly hair, she leaned happily on Steve’s shoulder, reveling in the happy time of the two:

"You said that we can see penguins in Antarctica? Do they really walk swayingly?"

"Ok......"

Steve seemed to be distracted and replied absently.

Peggy is an agent. Checking her face is a basic skill. Steve can analyze a lot of things without the right tone, let alone such an obvious situation.

"What are you thinking?"

Her gaze became sharp, she sat up straight with her wine glass, and stretched her face in front of Steve.

Steve recovered. He smiled embarrassedly at Peggy and put his arms around her shoulders. Today she wore a floral dress, which looked very nice.

"Nothing, I can't see the ship far away, it seems something is wrong."

Peggy looked at the cruise ship about two hundred meters away. The ship was about the same size as the cruise ship the two were currently on, and the speed was about the same, except that it was covered in black, and it seemed that the passengers were all asleep.

"Hmm, you think it's a ghost ship, right?" Peggy turned her head and said helplessly to Steve.

Steve shook his head sternly. He poured the wine from the glass into his mouth and reached out to fumble under the chair, but he didn't touch the shield.

After being discharged from the army, the uniform and shield were returned as national property, and the military re-elected a captain of the United States. Now the newcomer is selling the national debt and preparing to use troops against Vietnam.

As for him reaching out to touch the shield, he just got used to it. Without the red, blue and white round iron plate, he really felt that something was missing.

"I'm not kidding, I think they are Hydra."

Peggy also saw his movements and sighed, she touched Steve's arm: "Let’s go back to the cabin, I know you are still uncomfortable after you are discharged, but you showed up looking for weapons, suspicious, This should be too tired recently."

After speaking, she stood up and planned to take Steve back to the room.

But Steve grabbed her hand: "My dear, the last time I felt tired was the night before I received the serum. This ship is too close to us. This is definitely a problem. It may be due to the shore-based radar. It’s like the NAZI submarine’s best trick to avoid sonar."

Peggy sat down again and said angrily, "Yes, there is a problem with not turning on a light when sailing at night, because even the lookout posts are dark, plus the faint shadows of people running around in the dark. The draft is also obviously deep, and I doubt them. But what can we do? We are now two American civilians, without even support."

"I'll swim over and take a look. You will be my back-up." Steve stood up and looked around. He quickly removed the lid of the trash can in the hallway and weighed it a few times in his hand as a shield.

Peggy sighed helplessly, drew the pistol from the holster under the skirt, checked the bullets and opened the insurance: "We clearly said that we were only on vacation."

"Just treat it as a fitness activity. The seafood risotto was indeed a bit too much the other day." Steve kissed Peggy's face and said with a smile: "No doubt, I am not PTSD. Intuition tells me the opposite. The ship has ghosts."

"This statement makes you like a new superhero, not a battlefield veteran, you should be more certain." Peggy pushed him with a smile, she was very confident in Steve: " But it’s better not to let me shoot. This is likely to trigger an international incident, and it’s best to get evidence."

"You really treat me as a recruit."

Steve gave her a helpless look, and after a naughty salute, he jumped back into the sea.

A distance of a few hundred meters plus a sea wave may be death for ordinary people, but for a super soldier, it is not even a warm-up exercise.

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

Although Steve still helped SSR fight against Hydra after the end of World War II, it was more about a variety of spy fights, which is very uncomfortable for Steve, who is an upright person in his heart. .

Perhaps on the battlefield, Captain America can be one hundred, but he is not as good as Nick Fury for one hundred.

However, Fury's current situation is very ordinary. After the new SSR leader took office, although he was not cleaned up again as a black person, he was demoted because of the last spy case, and now he has become a low-level man again. Field agent.

It was like fighting a World War II in vain.

But Fury didn't seem to care about anything. He was happier when he went out to work. Although most of the time his dead man had no expression on his face, Steve could feel that he seemed to be relieved a lot.

While thinking about things, he paddled the water quickly and silently. He swam to the anchor of another boat like a fish. He stepped on the slippery hull and kicked hard. He caught the anchor that rose to mid-air and hung it. Go up and take a breath.

The technique of fast swimming was taught to him by Namor. As for Namor, he left without saying goodbye, and he doesn't know how it is now.

Steve turned on the boat and crouched on the ground. The wooden deck was very dry and had a solid touch.

He looked around.

It was said that it was a cruise ship, but the front deck was clearly seen in the moonlight, and there were no amusement facilities at all, which further implemented his guess.

He kept a low posture, swiftly moved his footsteps with the trash can lid on his back, and touched the interior of the cabin between the shadows on the patrol.

The internal lights are very dim, almost the highest limit of light control, and there are many guards patrolling layer by layer, walking around.

"Quack, quack," the sound of the boots landing is very regular, and sailors don’t wear boots.

Steve hid in a utility room, peeped an eye through the door, and watched the opponent walk by with his back to him.

These patrolling sailors had firearms on their bodies, and they could only see that they were submachine guns produced by Wilson's enterprise when they got close. It was just that the guards communicated in German and they knew they were among the elite.

I almost shouted long live the Hydra.

Peggy said that if he asked him to find evidence, then he could not easily blow the ship into the sea to finish the matter. Although he heard that South America had accepted a lot of NAZIs after the war, what the ship would do there was still a doubt.

He looked at the opponent's back disappearing into the darkness, pushed open the door of the utility room, and sneaked carefully toward the bottom compartment step by step.

Since the cruise ship is not carrying passengers, then it is the cargo. As long as you know what they are transporting, you can always analyze what Hydra wants to do.

If a ship wants to transport cargo, it must start loading from bottom to top, otherwise the hull will be unstable when moving, and this is how the so-called ballast comes.

The ship was so clean that it didn't even have a mouse, and Steve just felt cold in the dark.

The bottom floor is simply not a patrol team, but a sentinel standing guard, guarding layer after layer of hatches, the smell of German cigarettes evoked Steve's memories.

He took a deep and silent breath, and tore off the cloth covered in his trouser pocket. Suddenly, he rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards the guard post by the other side's door.

Without giving the opponent a chance to shoot at all, he threw a ‘shield’ to knock down one, and broke the neck of the other guard swiftly, and then made up for the man who fell.

Picking up the shield and gun, he rolled and rushed into the door.

Wasn't it discovered?

This makes him very uncomfortable. He has been discovered every time for his secret actions in the past. This time, such a big movement has not been noticed?

But not being noticed is a good thing.

He closed the door gently, bent over and slipped to the side of the cargo pile covered with canvas, took out the bayonet he had just found from the corpse, and opened the package to know what these people were transporting.

He thought about many possibilities, such as the blue energy block, the materials needed to build a nuclear bomb, or what new weapon robots are.

But he really didn't expect that the sacks under the canvas were filled with ashes...