eurekapd Chapter 9 The Right to Coercion
Chapter 9 The Right to Coercion
Rumlow kept thinking that maybe he should just go away.No longer going back to Hydra, no longer working for any organization.He had money, not much, but more than enough to start anew.He has a life, although it is broken, but it seems that it will not be a problem in another dozen or 20 years.
He can become an ordinary person, as long as he remains anonymous.Even if it is impossible to completely change the identity, there will be a force protecting retired people like him in towns like the mercenary field.
He should start over.
It's long overdue to start over.
Back at the inn, the silver hand///gun was gone.He smiled wryly at the empty drawer, which was to be expected.If someone listened to his conversation with the impersonator, it must collect enough evidence to prove that Rumlow had indeed betrayed the organization.
If you guessed right, this ///gun was already in the pocket of the person who monitored him.It won't be long before it's in Steve's hands, and Steve's going to point it at his head, eventually forcing him to hit him anywhere after he's seen the Winter Soldier being humiliated.
This is the result.
When Rumlow was driving, these images lingered in his mind.He thought that as long as he thought about it more, the stimulation would not be so strong.This can be regarded as a psychological preparation to a certain extent, and it will not be so painful when actually witnessing the scene of the Winter Soldier being punished and himself being punished.
Too bad he was wrong.
As long as he thought about what the Winter Soldier was about to encounter, he lost all strength.Several times I had to park the car on the side of the road, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.His head was in his arms, pressed against the turntable, gasping for breath, but he was still sweating and trembling all over.
He wanted to go, he wanted to end this never-ending torture.He really cared about the Winter Soldier more than he cared about anyone in his life.But now he can't care anymore, he would rather take out his heart and slap it on the glass window than continue to suffer the pain that comes with caring.
But the body is not under the control of the brain. After each rest, the direction is still not turned, but the direction of reciprocation continues.Drive to the tarmac, and then board the helicopter left there.The helicopter showed signs of being searched, but that was no big deal.
He didn't hide a secret, because the secret he meant to hide had been discovered.
He still faced everything bravely.Sometimes the performance of a tough guy does not lie in how much blood and sweat he has shed, nor does it lie in whether he has golden taels under his knees, but in knowing that the future is bleak and that one step will lead to an abyss, but he can still muster up the courage to go up.
After many twists and turns, he returned to the familiar place.Instead of going back to the dormitory, he came directly to Steve's office.
After knocking on the door, Rumlow tremblingly pushed the door open after hearing a muffled promise.
Sure enough, Steve was playing with the silver hand///gun. The person standing beside Steve was none other than Rumlow who stabbed the palm of his hand. Heaps of vengeful triumphant soldiers.
The soldier wasn't lying, he was indeed Steve's handpicked man.So he followed Rumlow, and indeed he had the skill to follow Rumlow unconsciously.Rumlow didn't suspect that he would have reservations about Steve at all. His expression was so rampant that Rumlow felt that he not only reported what he saw and heard in detail, but also embellished it. Think about it.
His uninjured hand was pressing on a hairy head, yes, that head belonged to the Winter Soldier, and now he was chained to the corner of the desk, with one arm hanging on his knee, his eyes were blurred and out of focus .
Rumlow glanced at the Winter Soldier and swallowed silently.If those things are going to happen later, maybe it's good to give him some medicine.In this way, he doesn't know what kind of species is moving behind him, and he doesn't even know whether everything he experiences at this moment is reality or a dream.
His obedient and low-lying appearance seemed familiar, and he had erased this beastly appearance bit by bit.It's not easy to glue a broken glass back together, but it's a breeze to shatter it again.
Rumlow was no longer trembling.The moment I saw the Winter Soldier, something hopeless filled my chest, followed by numbness.This is a means for him to unravel himself, and he can master this method with proficiency, so can Bartok, Rollins can too, and those mercenaries who have experienced great storms can do it.
The heart is too fragile, and sensitivity can drive people crazy.So his eyes only stayed for a short moment, then he turned around and closed the door.When he turned around again, the silver hand///gun was aimed at his forehead.
"Tell me, I'll leave you time to explain." Steve's tone was calm, and he couldn't hear any emotional changes, and his eyes were gentle, as if they were indeed conducting an ordinary task report.
But Rumlow has nothing to explain. What Steve should or should not know has been clearly seen, and all Rumlow can do is the most futile begging for mercy——
"...Let me replace him, whatever you want." Rumlow took a deep breath and said hoarsely.
Then he gets a scornful jeer from Steve.The silver barrel was raised and lowered, and then he waved his hand at the soldier next to him, and the soldier happily circled behind the Winter Soldier.
"Nothing to add, is there?" Steve asked again, eyes rolling over Rumlow's face.Seeing that the latter did not respond, he pointed to the position of the sofa and ordered—"Sit down, let's take our time."
——Take your time, for example, first use people to reclaim the land that is about to be entered by animals.
The soldier's movements were quick and trembling.One hand was not very flexible, but the other hand was flustered and eager to untie his trouser belt.Then an elbow hit the Winter Soldier's back, and the unconscious Winter Soldier fell forward.
Rumlow choked, and turned his head away from him.Then follow the direction indicated by Steve and sit down on the sofa.It's a pity that he can't help but look at the Winter Soldier, but the Winter Soldier can't help but look at him.His sofa was facing the place where the Winter Soldier was lying down, and now the Winter Soldier raised his head slightly, and moved his hands forward, as if trying to reach Rumlow's muddy boots.
Rumlow pulled his foot back a little.
Steve also pulled up a chair and sat beside him, tilting his head towards Rumlow, "So the imitation master has a way to open different planes, right?"
Startled, Rumlow drew his attention back, turned to look at Steve, and responded honestly, "It is...it should be, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but as far as I know it is so."
The Winter Soldier wasn't in his normal clothes, but his dirty apron had been replaced.Now he is wearing an ordinary prison uniform, and the trousers have a wide elastic band. With a little effort, the soldier can tear off the trousers, revealing his firm and round buttocks.
The soldier slapped his face hard, and the Winter Soldier whimpered.Rumlow's snort was twitching, and he could only control the anger burning in his chest if he stared closely at Steve.
Fortunately, Steve didn't mind what was going on in the direction of the Winter Soldier. He nodded to Rumlow in approval, and asked again—"If I asked you to persuade him, you can do it, can't you?"
The soldier slapped the Winter Soldier's buttocks again, and then kneaded vigorously.I don't know if he put his fingers in, but the Winter Soldier let out another suppressed whimper.