eurekapd Chapter 5 The Severed Friendship
Chapter 5 The Severed Friendship
It's not that Rumlow can make a decision in a short period of time, nor that he can kill Rollins and Bartok simply by threatening him with the Winter Soldier, but what needs to be done is still to be done. It is one thing, whether or not to kill or how to kill is another matter.
Unlike the doctor before the killing, the doctor was located inside the organization, and the organization's eyeliner was everywhere, so he couldn't kill him.But this time, Bartok and Rollins were already very vigilant. If they sent troops to accompany Rumlow, they might not show up at all.
"So I trust you very much, don't let me down." Steve closed the file, took out a gun from the drawer and handed it to him, "Bring it, I used it, it hasn't been mass-produced yet, but the effect is very good. Fast enough Quiet enough that you won't notice it in your pocket."
Rumlow glanced at the silver gun on the table, the gun was as delicate as a handicraft.He smiled and shook his head, "No, I have something I'm used to."
Steve didn't accept his refusal, pushed the gun forward a little more, and ordered without any explanation—"I said, take it."
Rumlow hesitated for a moment, then picked up the gun.He weighed it in his hand and checked the chamber again.The chamber is full and feels cold to the touch.Holding it in your hand is like holding a heavy mouse, and putting it in your pocket is like holding a small flagon.
It's really a good thing, but it has tracking in it.Otherwise, Steve would not insist on letting him take it, but the order cannot be disobeyed.
He thanked Steve and told him that he planned to leave immediately, "I will leave by car tomorrow morning, please let me go."
"I'll let you go, and I'll let you go alone." Steve replied, but he also reminded him—"But for safety's sake, don't leave your dick half a meter away from you. Otherwise you will be very dangerous, very dangerous."
Rumlow understands.After all, what Steve wanted to do was not just to clean up the door, but also to spy on Rumlow's obedience.
Rumlow kept looking at the gun as he drove to the airport.He was sent by the driver to the heliport within the organization. The location of Bartok and Rollins could not be found on the map, so Rumlow applied for a helicopter, and he wanted to fly to that remote and mysterious town alone.
Banshee Town was the place where he and the two team members met for the last time, but after such a long time, there was no news of the two during the outbreak of the civil war, and Rumlow was not sure whether they would continue to stay there.
But at least it was a clue, and his intuition told him it was going in the right direction.
When he got off the SUV, he took the weapons bag.This time, the weapon bag no longer contained those random heavy guns, only a riot gun, a gun and a few magazines.The anti-riot gun is used to prevent other forces from fighting back when they see him, and the silver gun is used to execute his comrades in the end.
There was no sign of being tracked on the dial of the helicopter. Even though he was sure that his every move was under Steve's control and surveillance, the organization's plane didn't seem to follow, so he still made some small moves chance.
He took off, flew for a while, and after the sky was getting dark, he activated the unmanned pilot.
Then, he took it apart.
He disassembled each part as carefully as possible and placed it one by one on the co-pilot's seat cushion.Sure enough, a part that wasn't supposed to belong to the gun fell out.It's blinking a little yellow light to show it's working.
Rumlow picked it up and looked at it. It was just a locator, and there was no camera device.Then it can be judged that Steve can only track the location of Rumlow, but can't know exactly what Rumlow has done-for example, he is currently holding the tracker in his hand while playing with his fingertips. , thinking about what to do next.
Of course, Rumlow wouldn't be so stupid as to disobey the order and let Bartok and Rollins go, because this plan came to the small bar when he got off the plane and stole a car and stopped at a motel of his choice. The customers coming and going made him realize that the stalking did not happen in the sky, but that he was flying in the sky and the other party followed him on land.
There are eyeliners in the bar, and they are here to supervise Rumlow's mission.
So when his eyes met with some of them, he was very sure that the latter also understood that he had recognized his identity.
Rumlow didn't know the two men, but he had.He remembered every face he'd seen at the dinner that humiliated the Winter Soldier, and he was sure these were hiding in the crowd.Such unfamiliar faces gradually increased after Steve came to power. This is Steve changing the organization.Slowly filter out the old group of disobedient people, and replace them with some soldiers who, although not so mature, will be completely loyal to their rule.
Rumlow swore he didn't want trouble in the first place, not at all.He just wanted to finish the task quietly, and then go back quietly.He needs to keep his cool, because the next day will be a tightrope walk.
But those who are favored by those in power are mostly arrogant, and this arrogance is most likely to be shown to those who have lost power.So Rumlow became their target. It's a pity that they just joined the organization, and they don't know what kind of bastard Rumlow is.
"For your little lamb, huh?" Five minutes after eye contact, one of them directly ordered a glass of beer and sat across from Rumlow.He was probably in his early thirties, when his body was at its strongest.
Rumlow didn't answer, just ate the inferior hamburger and gulped down the glass of cool and bitter beer.He only glanced at the other party, and the other party really only deserved this one glance.
"I've heard of your name a long time ago." The soldier lit a cigarette, threw the cigarette case on the table, took a deep breath, and sprayed it provocatively at Rumlow, "I thought you were the same as I imagined."
Rumlow raised his eyebrows, but didn't raise his head and didn't make a sound.Now that his mouth was full of bread and slices of meat, he suddenly regretted ordering a three-layer hamburger, which made his throat hurt every time he swallowed.There was still an untouched steak in his hand, and he decided to enjoy the slightly mushy stuff after fighting with the hamburger.
"I heard that your great achievements were ruined by that soldier, so people like us shouldn't be emotional, right?" The soldier's tone was full of jokes.
Rumlow didn't like the small smiles that the other party had after he finished speaking, which made him feel like he was being teased.
He also doesn't like others to tease him with the Winter Soldier, the Winter Soldier is his weakness, making fun of his weakness is like making fun of a normal person's parents.That was infuriating, although Rumlow had no stance on anger.He pushed the steak forward, signaling the other party to eat and shut up.
The soldier ignored Rumlow's action and let out another chuckle.He propped both elbows on the greasy tabletop, and looked at the poor scarred man opposite him with great interest.Yes, compared with the young and strong soldiers, Rumlow looked haggard and broken.
This is the fate of eating this bowl of rice, and they all understood it a long time ago.It's just that at that time, I was so beautiful that I didn't have the extra mood to worry about my current poverty and weakness.
He was so majestic at that time, as long as he snorted, no one dared to breathe loudly.Now, now a half-haired soldier ruffian is sitting opposite him, making fun of him and his most painful thing.
"You know, Brock, when you expose your weakness, others will know how to kill you." The soldier lowered his voice and suppressed his smile. He got so close that every puff of cigarette made Lang Mulo sucked it into his lungs—"You used to be invincible, but now you...look, for a thing that can't even be called a force, it's still used by a stupid person who doesn't know how many people Thing, made it like this... Tsk tsk, I feel so sad for you."
Rumlow seemed to be stuck, so he took a few sips of beer.That hamburger is really not good, and it seems that the taste of the steak is not much better.So he decided not to eat, anyway, he can't eat much now.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, raised his chin towards the other party, and asked, "How long have you been in the organization?"
The other party didn't seem to expect that Rumlow would ask such an irrelevant question after some ridicule. He glanced up and down suspiciously at Rumlow, frowning—"Nine months, why?" After thinking about it, he added One sentence, "He was hand-picked by the headquarter, is there any problem?"
"No, just ask casually." Rumlow smiled, and regardless of the other party's permission, he smoked a cigarette in the table box and lit it. "I have been in this organization for nearly 80 years."
The man sneered, "80 years, are you fucking trying to tell me to respect the old and love the young? Oh, then I'm really sorry, I haven't fucking—"
Before the soldier finished speaking, Rumlow, biting a cigarette, suddenly grabbed the opponent's wrist and pulled him forward, grabbed the steak knife on the table, and stabbed it hard at the back of his hand lying flat on the table.
The tip of the knife penetrated the back of the soldier's hand and stuck directly into the wooden tabletop.
The soldier uttered a scream of panic, and immediately struggled violently. The cigarette slipped from his mouth, and it was unknown whether it fell on his pants or on the ground.
And Rumlow grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from escaping.Then he stood up slowly, bent over and touched the soldier's sweat-soaked hair with the other hand, and corrected—"No, I was just wondering if the time you came in was enough to make the general team feel sorry for you, but it seems not Yes, if you don’t believe me, you can try it.”
After speaking, he stuffed the cigarette he had in his mouth into the other's mouth, patted the cheek full of resentment and fear, and left the seat.
After thinking about it, Rumlow turned around and added, "Also, what you said is to respect the old and love the young. Your mother didn't teach you before, and it's not too late for me to teach you now. You can call me Dad. "
Yes, Rumlow didn't want trouble at first.His Winter Soldier was still waiting for him in the cell, with chains around his neck and shackled hands and feet.If he ever made a mistake, the Winter Soldier would stay with the dogs.
But if the Winter Soldier was present, if Bartok and Rollins were present, he believed that they would have the same reaction, even more violent than his reaction.
He doesn't need others to remind him what he is now, and he doesn't need others to point out the fact that knowing his weakness can master the weapon to kill him.But the pent-up anger in his heart had to be vented, and he was [-]% sure that the soldier was sent by Steve to provoke him, but it was a pity that the soldier was young and didn't know it, so he needed to learn a lesson.
People have to be taught a lesson, even if Rumlow has lived to this age, he still has to be taught a lesson, and he also has to face the experience and test of brother-in-law.
"Damn it, I'd rip his mouth out right away, give him a whirlwind kick, knock out all his teeth and pull out his tongue, make him—" See you at Bartok and Rollins When he arrived at Rumlow and learned some understated facts about what happened in the tavern, Bartok was chattering again.
Rollins also agreed with a "hmmmmhhhhhhhh".
They have a harmonious relationship and a lively atmosphere just like they have met countless times before.It seems that no matter how long it has been apart, as long as we meet, we can directly read the last archived emotion.
But all this happened after Rumlow said "I'm here to kill you" and pressed the pause button.
Bartok first laughed and said that Rumlow's sense of humor hadn't increased at all but was almost dead, but when Rumlow repeated it and Rollins turned cold, he realized that this was not the case. a joke.
"I'm here to kill you, Captain Hydra asked me to do it." Rumlow said it three times, so that they could hear what he said clearly.
Rumlow didn't intend to do it without saying anything.He has feelings for the two of them, and even if they die, they must die to understand.
Bartok and Rollins fell silent, neither of them having their hands on the table now.Rollins' elbows were thrown back slightly, proving that he was about to draw the dagger from the holster at his waist.And Bartok's arms were stretched forward, and his weapon was ready under the table.
There was only Rumlow, with his hands still on the table, the silver gun in his pocket, and the locator reinstalled.
"Then do it, old guy, you definitely didn't come alone, someone should be watching us now." Bartok broke the silence first, showing a smile.
Rollins turned his gaze from the table to Rumlow and nodded.
But they still didn't move, the three of them maintained that natural and unnatural posture, and the atmosphere in the room was terrifyingly quiet and depressing.
"So I need your cooperation. I will shoot, but I won't hurt the vitals. We have had this experience before, remember?" Rumlow pressed his hand stubbornly on the table, and his eyes turned to Bartok's. At this time, Bartok's arm stretched forward a little, proving that his fingers had clasped the gun stock.
Don't remember, Rollins doesn't remember having experienced a similar scene with Rumlow, he turned to Bartok for confirmation.
Bartok responded with a chuckle, "We all know what you are, and I don't believe you, old man."
Rumlow also smiled, "Old guy, I have become an old guy in your eyes."
Who's to say it's not, it seems to be aging much faster than the two players.Even if it was possible to kick down any one of them at random ten years ago, it seems that it is not necessarily so now.
"Then see if you're really old." Bartok raised one eyebrow, his body tilted slightly, he was already ready to go, maybe before Rumlow's arm reached his waist, He could hit their old captain right between the eyebrows with one shot.
The three returned to a stalemate.
Rollins remained silent, but he could see that he couldn't quite trust Rumlow either.Who is Rumlow, a person who will carry out the task to the end.Although they have had a relationship for decades, but after so many things and such a long time, no one can say for sure whether Rumlow has changed or not.
No one dared to take it lightly.
Same goes for rumlo.The reason why he didn't put his hands in his pockets was not just to show his attitude, but that such a move would make both players aware.
They are all too experienced mercenaries, even if they have a deep friendship with each other, they are already habitually unable to give [-]% trust.
So I did it anyway.
Bartok moved first, his arm twitched violently, and he pulled the gun out from under the table, and fired several shots at Rumlow without saying a word.
Rumlow reacted almost at the same time. With both hands on the table, he immediately grabbed the edge of the table at the moment of Bartok's action, and suddenly overturned the table.On the other hand, he fell to one side, rolling several times, avoiding the attack of bullets.
The bullet penetrated the tabletop, punching several scorched holes in the tabletop.It seems that the table can't be used as a barrier at all, so Rumlow decided to move behind the bar.
But he and Bartok weren't fighting alone. Before Rumlow could make a move, Rollins kicked him in the stomach, knocking him over.The dagger pinned to his waist before was already in his hands, and he stabbed at Rumlow without hesitation.
Rumlow quickly grabbed the nearest chair, grabbed the chair legs and threw it towards Rollins.The chair hit Rollins on the shoulder, and his dagger narrowly missed the ground next to Rumlow's side neck.Rumlow didn't dare to neglect, and punched Rollins hard on the head.
Rollins veers slightly to the left, giving Rumlow the opportunity to head behind the bar.But at this moment, Bartok had already pushed away the tabletop that had been thrown onto him, and fired two more shots at Rumlow.
The bullet hit the wooden floor, raising a cloud of dust, and Rumlow also managed to reach behind the bar in this cloud of dust.
Now he can feel the penis in his pocket, and the cool touch calms him down.He leaned his back against the inside of the bar, listening to the voices behind him.The same goes for the two people in the rear, they took a lighter step, one left and one right to outflank Rumlow's position.
"Is the situation okay?" The person behind the scope answered the phone, and the voice of Captain Hydra came from the other end of the headset.
"The war has already begun, but Rumlow is at a disadvantage. Do we need to intervene?" The sniper responded.
"No, it will come back after a while. He knows the soldiers he leads best," Steve said affirmatively, and then added after a pause, "If he can't beat those two, there is something wrong with him." gone."
Steve's judgment was correct, if Rumlow didn't even understand the soldiers he brought out with his own hands, then something must be wrong.He could predict that Rollins and Bartok would appear on both sides of the bar, one on the left and one on the right, so that he would have nowhere to retreat.Bartok has a gun, and as long as Rollins blocks one of the paths, Bartok can kill his opponent smoothly.
Their marksmanship is very accurate, there is no room for it.So if you want to resolve it, you have to act first.
Rumlow touched one of the bottles of wine, grabbed the neck of the bottle, and clenched the handle of the gun with the other hand.After estimating that they were about to reach the position of the bar, he suddenly threw the wine bottle to the left, and the gunman would instinctively shoot at the suddenly moving object, which allowed Rumlow to stand up and shoot three consecutive shots to the right.
The beer bottle shattered with the sound of the gun, which showed that Bartok's marksmanship was really accurate.But what Rumlow didn't expect was that Bartok's reaction speed had improved greatly compared to when they parted.
Rumlow's shot hit him in the lower abdomen, but Bartok barely moved. He only fired a shot at the wine bottle and found out that it was a cover-up. The gun immediately turned to Rumlow and hit the old captain. shoulders.
Rollins also found his target and stabbed fiercely towards Rumlow's back.Rumlow quickly turned over the bar, but there was still a deep gash on his back.
But the good thing is that although both team members have weapons, they are not fully prepared.Perhaps no one expected that this shopping fight would be so desperate, so after firing several shots at Rumlow and missing the target, Bartok ran out of bullets.He didn't have a spare magazine, so he simply dropped the pistol and drew the dagger like Rollins did.
That's good, as long as they all have cold weapons, Rumlow has a chance to win.
Bartok's movements were swift and explosive. He stepped onto the table in two or three steps, and then kicked exactly where Rumlow was.
Rumlow dodged short, but was caught by Bartok's leg socket, and fell directly to the ground.
A ruthless punch hit Rumlow's cheek, and Rumlow's mouth was instantly filled with the smell of rust.
And Rollins immediately followed up, stepping on Rumlow's right hand holding the gun.I don't know if the finger was broken by stepping on it, and the severe pain hit Rumlow's brain in an instant.
But it just happened, because the pain in his fingers distracted his attention from being hit on the head, Rumlow directly hit Bartok's head with all his might.Bartok was knocked away, Rumlow resisted the dizziness, and before Rollins had time to drop the knife, his left hand pulled out from his temporarily unconscious right hand, aiming at Rollins' chest and wrist Each fired a shot.
Rollins fell, the dagger out of his hand.Rumlow immediately turned the gun and pointed it at the forehead of Bartok, who was about to stand up and launch a second round of attack.
Bartok's movements slowed down, he gave up standing up, and maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee.But Rumlow stood up slowly, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Bartok's forehead without blinking.
The hot muzzle of the gun burned a little bit of flesh on his forehead, but Bartok's eyes were more blazing than the muzzle of the gun.He raised the corner of his mouth in disdain, and nodded to the captain who was staring at him.
"...It seems that you are not too old, Captain." After speaking, he closed his eyes and waited for Rumlow's gunshot.
With no forgiveness, no mercy, the shot went off, and Bartok fell backwards.Rumlow fired two shots in succession, though neither hit the opponent in the forehead.
Bartok said he didn't like being slapped in the face, otherwise his handsome appearance would be for nothing.So Rumlow shot Bartok in the chest and leg in the same way as he did with Rollins.
The person behind the scope connected to the phone again, "Headquarters, he's done it."
The other end of the headset responded with a soft "hmm", and then said - "Remember to clean up the scene, the guns that should be repaired, and the things that should be cleaned up."
But it is a pity that Rumlow did not give others a chance to clean up after the war.He pried open the car Bartok and Rollins parked at the door, opened the trunk, and threw the two bodies inside.Then start the vehicle by yourself and go to the pier.
The silver nipple is now covered with blood stains, and the lines on the surface have become bright red and hideous.Rumlow seemed to be able to feel that the trunk was slowly soaked by the blood flowing out, but he forced himself not to think about it, because if he didn't think about it, he would feel guilty.
The pier is not far from the small bar. Fortunately, the route when I visited the two of them was still in my mind.He parked the vehicle and dragged the two bodies out of the trunk.It was dragged all the way to the edge of the pier, and two meandering bloodstains were drawn out.
The sea breeze was blowing, and the salty smell hit Rumlow's face.There are several old fishing boats not far away, and no extra witnesses have been found for the time being.That's fine, Rumlow is very tired physically and mentally, and he doesn't want to kill anyone today.
He placed Bartok and Rollins face to face, with a trembling right hand and a bloody left pressing down on their respective throats.Then leaned down, as if trying to push them off with all his strength, and whispered in a barely audible whisper——
"You're all dead now, Bartok and Rollins, you're all dead."
Using both hands at the same time, they were pushed into the water.
Huge waves splashed on the surface of the water, but fortunately, no one came up again.
Rumlow didn't leave immediately, but sat by the pier and quietly lit a cigarette.
He frowned and stared at the calm water, at the sea and sky in the distance.Until I caught a glimpse of the fishing boat not far away moving slightly.I don't know if a fisherman walked in, or if the wish was fulfilled as I guessed.
Rumlow stamped out the cigarette butt and kicked it into the water.
He turned around and lit the vehicle, which burst into flames.
He walked a long way and watched from a distance as the vehicle exploded, sending fragments flying into the air and into the sea.The billowing smoke messed everything up, but he knew it wouldn't be long before it would be back to normal again.
Restored to the appearance that nothing happened, and nothing happened in the first place.
The sea breeze will still blow as usual, with the stench of sand and fish scales.
But the sky was gloomy like never before. The vast sky and the vast sea meet, vaguely, and it can be seen that there is only a thin line between them.
TBC