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Chapter 1786 Rumlow: A Good Opportunity

Instead of using brute force, Rumlow pressed his palms firmly against the cold, twisted metal of the hatch, a symbol of a death cage.

With his fingers slightly bent, the sharp, abnormally proliferating keratin at his fingertips, gleaming with a dark metallic luster, was like five tempered daggers, easily piercing through the tough alloy surface!

Zila——!
A piercing sound of metal tearing suddenly rang out!
No longer a desperate pounding, but a precise cut!
The bulging muscles on his arms suddenly bulged, and a ghostly blue light surged through his veins, providing terrifying energy.

"Roar--!"

A superhuman roar erupted from Rumlow's torn throat, a mixture of pain and cathartic pleasure.

Every muscle fiber in his arm suddenly tightened and expanded like a steel cable, and the stratum corneum made a slight friction sound under the enormous force.

The heavy hatch, which had withstood the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of deep-sea pressure, finally succumbed to the claws imbued with Godzilla-like brute force and Hulk-like rage.

It is no longer a door, but a piece of metal dough being kneaded at will!
With a chilling metallic groan, a huge, grotesque rift with jagged edges was ripped open!
boom--! ! !
The dam has burst!
No longer a trickle, but a cold torrent carrying the power to destroy the world!
The deep sea water, powerful enough to instantly crush the bones of an ordinary human, freeze their blood, and annihilate their consciousness, surged into the confined space with a pressure of thousands of tons, like a frost behemoth imprisoned for billions of years, letting out a deafening roar!
The extreme low temperature instantly drew away all the remaining heat, and the air emitted a popping sound as it was rapidly compressed.

Rumlow, this newborn deep-sea monster, stands at the very center of the turbulent current.

The raging torrent of water, like countless cold, giant hammers, frantically pounded and tore at his tattered clothes, attempting to completely shatter and wash away his body, that of the "usurper."

Metal fragments and debris, swirled up by the water, struck his thickly calloused skin like bullets, producing dull crackling sounds.

However, he is like a mountain, like the hardest reef deep in the seabed!
Those eyes, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, completely mutated, with pupils bulging like those of a reptile, shone like two stars from hell in the absolute darkness of the deep sea, where only the faint indicator lights of the escape pods in the distance flickered. They were cold, cruel, and devoid of any human emotion.

He… or rather, the body’s instincts drove him to make an action—not “breathing” with expanded lungs.

His chest and abdomen, covered with fine scales and with a changed structure, suddenly contracted and expanded, and the wrinkled gill slits suddenly opened on both sides of his thick neck!

The cold, mineral-rich seawater, imbued with some strange energy, was being frantically drawn in.

This is no longer a simple exchange of oxygen; it is a deeper, more primal extraction of energy!
He greedily devoured the thin oxygen dissolved in the seawater. At the same time, a cold and boundless energy from the abyss of darkness—like the pulsation of the Earth's core radiation, like the life force dissipated when an ancient behemoth slumbered—was seeping into his raging bloodstream through his mutated gill slits and skin, nourishing every new cell in his body.

An unprecedented sense of power filled my entire body.

Beneath the skin, unstable factors from the Green Goblin serum, which bring super-strong self-healing and energy amplification, are screaming; in the muscle fibers, the savage power given by the Hulk gene is surging; and the density of the deepest bones, fascia, and even every cell has been reshaped into an indestructible state by Godzilla's genetic code.

Its massive body, standing three meters tall, weighs an astonishing ton or more!
His terrifying mass density made him like a solid iron ball in the deep sea, which the water could only futilely wash over.

Even transformed into this grotesque form that would make even the demons of hell take notice, as long as it possesses this overwhelming power... it's not a monster! It's a ruler!
They are predators!
A cold and resolute realization flashed in Rumlow's vertical pupils.

He is no longer a pawn manipulated by fate, no longer a weapon of Hydra, and no longer a shadow over Captain America's glory. He is a new being!
He slammed his foot off the twisted metal wreckage, his massive body, like a deep-sea torpedo, plunged into the colder, more terrifying depths of the ocean with a fluidity and speed disproportionate to his size!

The terrifying water pressure, enough to crush a submarine into a pancake, acted on him, but only caused his thick, uneven, keratinous skin, which resembled Godzilla's skin, to emit a slight, reassuring squeezing and rubbing sound.

His skeletal structure had undergone a fundamental change, filled with a honeycomb-like reinforcing structure that was sufficient to disperse the devastating pressure.

The turbulent currents of the deep sea, those undercurrents strong enough to sweep away small boats, became his tool for maneuvering.

His disproportionately strong tail—a product of an accidental fusion of Hulk genes and Godzilla features, covered in bony plates and keratin—swung nimbly in the water, complementing the mutated, paddle-like structures on his limbs, which were also covered in keratin, allowing him to easily counteract the tearing force of the whirlpool's residual suction and the thrust of the chaotic water flow.

The excruciating pain caused by a sudden change in stress? That's just a trivial whisper as the new body adapts to its environment.

He climbed upwards, rapidly ascending towards the possible light and freedom.

The light in the deep sea is extremely weak, almost to the point of being pitch black.

But his eyes, those mutated vertical pupils that incorporated Godzilla's visual features, dilated to their maximum in the darkness, with special photoreceptor cells in his irises capturing extremely faint spectral changes and thermal outlines, clearly "depicted" the surrounding environment in his consciousness in another way.

The murky seawater, the floating debris, the panicked deep-sea creatures... everything was as clearly visible as if it were under an infrared night vision device.

Just as he was estimating how far he was from the sea, a huge, extremely conspicuous outline, radiating intense biological heat and energy fluctuations, entered his field of vision.

Was it a... blue giant?

Rumlow's swimming stopped instantly.

He hovered in the cold darkness, like a lurking deep-sea monster, his dark blue pupils contracting slightly as he focused even more intently on what he was "looking" at.

That's right!

A giant with a deep blue sheen like a deep-sea jellyfish, its massive size and bulging muscles appear like a burning blue flame in Rumlow's unique vision.

The giant is struggling against water pressure and buoyancy with amazing strength and perseverance, striving to swim upwards.

What's even more striking is that his unusually large hands, covered in the same blue color, are gripping the two escape pods tightly!
(End of this chapter)