[Black shield and white tank] A line of sea and sky

If all goes well, Steve's eyeliner has already witnessed everything about Rumlow's mission.He successfully killed Bartok and Rollins, and destroyed the corpses and wiped out all traces.This is something to be encouraged, at least Rumlow performed the task painfully but obediently.

But for Rumlow, the mission is far from over.Steve's ambition frightened him, and his sudden changes in mood and personality made him very disturbed.He knew that as long as the Winter Soldier was still in the organization, he and the Winter Soldier would continue to hold each other back.

Therefore, this restraint must be broken.

But now it is absolutely impossible to go back to the organization to report on the task.This will not only fuel Steve's arrogance, but also let Rumlow waste the opportunity to organize a round.

In fact, Bartok and Rollins shouldn't be the first to be exterminated. There is another reason for Steve to do this-that is to cut off Rumlow's back.Indeed, Rumlow has not many living friends. If he escapes with the Winter Soldier, Naba and Luo will definitely serve as support and cover personnel.Steve wants to leave Rumlow cornered, or alone.

But Steve didn't know, or he didn't expect, that for the greater good, mercenaries can temporarily put aside personal grievances, so they have enemies everywhere, but there seems to be no definite enemy.They work for something as quantifiable as money, so that they can temporarily forget about all entanglements and prioritize achieving their own goals.

So Rumlow still has a way, although he would never choose it under normal circumstances.But besides that person, he has no other options right now.So when he was sure he could step into the jungle from the back of the motel at night, and then through the dense but untouched woods to reach the road on the other side, he hijacked a car and drove to a place he thought he would never live in. Will be back again.

□□ was no longer with him, it was left in the hotel room to give the appearance that he had been staying in the motel overnight.With his skill, he may not be able to get rid of Steve himself's tracking, but it is more than enough to get rid of the tracking of Hydra's soldiers.

He knows more about Hydra's soldiers than Steve does, and he does his job well.

Of course, he wasn't sure if he could find that person.After all, compared with Bartok and Rollins, he had been separated from that person for a longer time, and the latter's whereabouts were more eccentric.But this seems to be an opportunity given to him by God. When he was accidentally injured by the civil war and was lying on the hospital bed watching the news boredly, he overheard the news of that person.

But it's not a positive report, it's just a fleeting figure.He hid behind the crowd, following the hustle and bustle of the crowd to observe the scene of a small-scale hostage-taking.He wore a round hat pressed down very low, and a baggy old black overcoat.Even though he was dressed like an ordinary person, Rumlow still recognized him at a glance——

That is the mercenary trainer who has cooperated and broken up countless times since Rumlow left the army-the master of imitation.

Rumlow was in a daze in front of the TV for a long time, and because of the appearance of the imitation master, he re-emphasized this small hostage-taking case.He was very surprised when he heard the announcer say the name of the place that was impossible to hear in the past and could not be found even if he looked carefully at the map.But what was even more surprising was that the characteristics of the hijacker described by the scroll bar were extremely consistent with Bartok and Rollins. He could almost immediately confirm that the master imitator was targeting them.

At that time, Rumlow couldn't move at all. He was still lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his body. He couldn't even sit up and get a glass of water by himself, so he could only believe that Bartok and Rollins could save the day.

They did not appear in the news for the next few days, let alone that weird place name.Rumlow convinced himself that it was just overthinking.The master of imitation is always interested in famous mercenaries from all over the world, and he may really just be curious to take a look.

But then the task Steve gave him made him connect this clue again. Although it turned out that the master of imitation did just "look" at Bartok and Rollins and had no malice, Rumlow had other plans .After all, judging from the current situation, the imitation master is the only one in Rumlow who has the ability to rescue the Winter Soldier from Captain Hydra.

Although the price of asking the master of imitation for help is horribly high every time.

Every place like Banshee Town will have a mercenary mercenary field, which ordinary people will not understand, but it will not be banned at the same time.In some cities that are famous for this, such venues will also pay a certain amount of tax to the government. This tax often occupies a large proportion of the city's treasury, so the government will just turn a blind eye.

There must be rules in everything. Sometimes the officials are allowed to plan those marginal occupations, or completely dig out their foundations, which is similar to digging out the foundations of a city. That will cause even greater chaos, so they will exist, and It will exist in a stable and planned manner.

Banshee Town is one such town, and Bartok and Rollins took Rumlow to that fixed mercenary field.There are all kinds of mercenaries and brokers, and a small number of them have special skills.So that will also be the place that the master of imitation loves. He can always find martial arts geniuses with clear bones for his own use.

There would be the information Rumlow wanted. After all, his ruined crossbones face, plus his friendship with Bartok and Rollins, were enough to form his passport and identity card.

By the time he limped to the door of an empty laundromat, he had already run through the questions he wanted to ask someone.He pulled the car off the road and parked in a clearing in the woods.

Parking is not allowed at the gate. After all, no one believes that so many cars are parked at the gate to wash clothes.Their cars are parked in all sorts of weird places. Anyway, as long as the laundry doesn't stand out, the boss won't be angry, and won't say "I'm a laundry, and you didn't take it." How can I believe that you are here to do the laundry instead of finding faults when the dirty laundry comes?" Refuse them to enter, let alone open a hole in the clothes that haven't been washed in a few weeks, and light up the scorpion and scorpion inside.

Rumlow took a deep breath and checked the weapons on his body again.Now that riot gun comes in handy, and luckily this laundromat allows weapons.

He hid the riot gun inside his coat, buttoned it up, and headed for the laundromat.

The laundromat seemed abandoned in the quiet night, but the cold fluorescent lights made it very eye-catching on the "open" plaque.It had two doors, and at the door sat a sleepy warden with a porn magazine over his face.Rumlow walked as quietly as possible, so as not to wake him up, and walked into the door a little farther away.

But as soon as Rumlow arrived at the door of that door, before reaching out to touch the false plastic curtain, the person lying on the recliner stretched out a gun barrel from his arms, and the magazine also slipped from his face and fell. on the ground.

"Turn around and show me your face." The man said coldly, his fingers holding the handle of the gun had sharp claws.Rumlow saw his appearance clearly, heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "...So it's you, go." As he spoke, he swung the barrel of the gun, picked up the magazine and put it back on his face.

Rumlow had seen this person in prison, but he didn't expect that he had come out and was still seeking such an important position here.But now is obviously not the time to reminisce, so Rumlow nodded, opened the curtain and walked in.

Entering the curtain, and then pulling open a heavy iron door, the hustle and bustle inside and the coldness of the outside world became the most stark contrast.

The loud music made his eardrums explode in an instant, and the strong light made his eyes squint for a while.He stood at the door for a few seconds, rubbing the center of his brows, his ears filled with the sharp shouts of female voices on the stage and the music attacks that he couldn't tell whether it was noisy or exciting.When he got used to the light in the room and took a good look at everything around him, he was at a loss.

He knew no one, not a single familiar face.

Things are different, people are different, and the sea is changing, that's probably what I said.

He had only been hiding for a long time, and now not only did he not know other people, but they also regarded him as a different kind, and they all set their eyes on him.The girl on stage with hair dyed half pink and half blue also stopped shouting, grabbed the headlight and hit him directly in the face.

"Come and see my dear, I have a new friend... Is that a new friend?" After a moment of silence, the girl on the stage spoke.She turned the light away so Rumlow could open his eyes.

But Rumlow would rather not open his eyes, because just as he saw the other party clearly, the girl had already pulled out a dagger from a dining table, biting the back of the knife, and walked towards him with great interest.

"...no, I just..." Rumlow should have said something, but if they didn't recognize his face—and it turned out they didn't—everything he said was bullshit.For an outsider, everyone is happy to treat him as an after-dinner pastime.

Rumlow took a step back, and his back hit the cold iron door directly.He turned around and wanted to open the door, but a hand as pale as a skeleton held him down, and then twisted his face back directly, facing a monster with steel teeth and green hair.

"Hmm...it seems to be, open it to see if there is something familiar." He smiled exaggeratedly, and at some point he took out the anti-riot gun from the inside of Rumlow's coat, and threw it excitedly at The person next to him - "I brought a toy, let's see if it's fun."

Before Rumlow could react, the person who took the gun fired at the surrounding walls until the chamber was emptied, then threw the gun back to Rumlow's feet, clapped his hands and put his glasses on, He leaned forward and smiled and asked, "I'm a patroller, I'm a sailor, I'm a sandstorm, what am I?"

Rumlow was confused, but he didn't need to figure it out. A blond man sitting in the booth next to him interrupted impatiently—"Ed, I don't like riddles. Your answer is JIC500," said Then he turned to the green-haired monster who was still holding Rumlow's hand, and said unhappily—"...he went the wrong way, ask him what he does, don't waste time."

"...I'm here to find someone," Rumlow managed to catch a relatively normal-looking person, and finally found a question he could answer. Urgent matter."

But everyone didn't respond as if they didn't understand.After a while, the girl with twin ponytails shrugged her shoulders and said, "What is a master of imitation? It sounds like a figurine name."

"It's not a figure, it looks like the name of a superhero." Said a rough animal.

"I hate superheroes, I hate when they put me in Arkham," the bespectacled man responds.

"I don't like Arkham either, but food and drink are controlled there, and I think the air conditioning is okay." A man with tattoos all over his face interjected.

"That was demolished by me, and I changed the passage there, so you can go outside the wall from there in the future." The man with glasses pursed his lips and smiled, and replied again.

"...So there is no air-conditioning?" The green-haired monster asked uncomfortably.

"Well, there's no air conditioner." The girl with twin ponytails said dejectedly.

Everyone's topic ran farther and farther, and everyone seemed to forget that there was a guy with an incomplete skin in his hand.The blond-haired man did the same thing, Yang Yang gave Rumlow a sympathetic look and then sat back down.

Rumlow was almost desperate.The only person who seemed normal also seemed to have given up on him, and when he gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death with the seemingly invincible group in front of him, another hoarse voice came from behind the crowd.

The man didn't see Rumlow until he got close. He was limping and leaning on an expensive cane.His nose is long and hooked, and his appearance is ridiculous but a bit scary, but somehow he seems to be speaking for Rumlow—"...I know who he's talking about, I know, let me see if it's... ..."

Then he was sure it was, patted the green monster's hand, and then shook hands with the shocked Rumlow.

He seemed to say a very unusual surname that Rumlow didn't remember.Then he made a gesture, and the strong man standing behind gave Rumlow a punch, so that Rumlow could hear the most crucial words——

"You entered the wrong door, the door you want to enter is next door."

"The person you are looking for is already waiting for you, go quickly, remember, you owe me a favor."

Then Rumlow was pushed out, and the next second the iron door closed against his nose.

The magazine on the guard's face at the door was shaken off again, and he seemed to have just seen where Rumlow was standing, and muttered—"...what are you doing standing there, that's not where you are, this way."

As he spoke, he pouted towards a door close to him, picked up the magazine again and covered his face.

TBC