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Chapter 1788 Sneak Attack and Blue Hulk's Fury

The fate of the entire massive alloy sphere, the escape pod that carried the last glimmer of hope for survival, was completely rewritten in an instant.

It was no longer a sturdy shelter, but rather like a watermelon smashed by a massive hammer, exploding with a deafening roar that seemed to originate from the earth's core—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Destructive energy is released from within without reservation.

The super-strong alloy bulkhead, capable of withstanding the pressure of thousands of meters deep in the ocean, is now as fragile as tin foil in the face of absolute power.

They were mercilessly torn, twisted, and stretched by an overwhelming and terrifying force, eventually disintegrating into countless strangely shaped metal fragments with sharp, knife-like edges.

These fragments, mixed with delicate instrument parts, broken pipes, and even the remains of seats that couldn't react in time, were swept up by the shockwave of the explosion and transformed into a deadly metal storm of astonishing density and terrifying speed, shooting out in all directions from the darkness!

Every piece of debris that hurtled past carried a deathly shriek powerful enough to pierce flesh and destroy structure.

The vacuum created by the explosion elicited a merciless response from the deep sea.

The enormous pressure difference allowed the surrounding icy seawater to find an outlet, transforming it from gentle water into a raging, greedy behemoth!

The seawater surged back into the narrow space that had just been torn apart and still had a little residual air.

This backflow was not silent; rather, it emitted a terrifying wailing that made one's scalp tingle and bone freeze—"Whoosh—!!" The sound was deep, long, and filled with a destructive suction force, as if the gaping maw of an abyss was greedily devouring the last vestige of life.

In the murky center where the destructive core halo of the explosion had not yet completely dissipated, a thick, unyielding crimson blood mist suddenly exploded!

That is the cruel mark of life vanishing in an instant under absolute violence.

However, before these traces of life could even spread or solidify, they were instantly dispersed and diluted by the irresistible force of the icy, merciless torrent of seawater that followed.

The intense red color spread rapidly, like cinnabar dripping into an inkwell, turning the surrounding seawater into an eerie dark red.

In this chaotic hell filled with dead metal, murky blood, and raging torrents, Rumlow—this deep-sea hunter born of hatred, technology, and alienation—his reptilian, cold, vertical pupils pierced through layers of murky barriers and precisely locked onto his target.

He clearly "saw" Hawkeye Clint Barton, the legendary archer, his body devoid of all signs of life, like a rag doll roughly torn apart and abandoned by a child, helplessly swept into a deeper, colder, and more boundless abyss of darkness by the double ravages of the blast wave and the violent backflow of water.

In just a moment, the tattered figure was completely swallowed up by absolute, all-consuming darkness.

In Rumlona's heightened senses due to the mutation, the faint glimmer of light belonging to Hawkeye was extinguished completely and decisively, like a candle flame blown out by a gale.

Objective one: Eliminate!
A cold thought flashed through Rumlow's mind, without a ripple, only the precise confirmation that the mission was completed.

However, the aftermath of the explosion was far from over.

The invisible shockwave, yet containing destructive power, struck Steve Rogers, who was caught off guard and focused on his mission of protection, like an invisible hammer wielded by a deep-sea giant!

"Whoosh—!!!" A roar mixed with excruciating pain, shock and raging fury burst forth from Steve's mutated, enormous blue throat, instantly swallowed and twisted by the viscous seawater, turning into a string of violently churning bubbles.

His massive blue body, as large as a small submarine, shook and tilted violently under the impact of the raging water!

He was pouring all his will and strength into resisting the immense water pressure, maintaining a difficult upward buoyancy, and using his massive body to desperately protect the two remaining escape pods.

His mind was on high alert, all his senses focused on the pressure from above and all around him. This precise and insidious attack from below, from the direction of the victim, was completely beyond the range of his fighting instincts.

The explosion generated not only a shockwave, but also created extremely turbulent and chaotic deep-sea currents. These currents, like countless invisible giant hands, frantically tore at Steve's massive body, instantly destroying the balance he was struggling to maintain.

Even more deadly, the metal fragments accelerated to the extreme by the explosion, like supersonic deep-sea torpedoes, slammed into his body covered with thick blue skin on the turbulent current!

Despite the exceptional toughness of this mutated skin, far exceeding that of ordinary alloys, it still bore glaring white marks and fine, porcelain-like cracks from the impact of such close-range explosive fragments. Strands of blue blood seeped from the cracks and were quickly diluted by seawater.

The most dangerous lapse happens when you're on your own!

His right hand, which was tightly gripping Natasha's escape pod, slipped uncontrollably due to the sudden, violent impact and loss of balance! The heavy escape pod slipped from his grasp instantly!
"Steve!!!"

Inside the escape pod, Black Widow Natasha Romanoff witnessed this hellish scene. She saw Hawkeye's escape pod shatter, her best friend disappear in the explosion, and now Steve let go due to the impact.

Extreme fear and overwhelming anger instantly overwhelmed her. She desperately pounded on the solid bulkhead, letting out a silent scream.

The bulkhead blocked her voice; only the dull, desperate pounding echoed rapidly in the cramped space. Her heart felt as if it were being clenched by an icy hand, almost stopping.

Chaos! Imbalance! Mental tremor!

This was the perfect moment for Rumlow's meticulously planned and coldly awaited hunt!

The explosion itself was the prelude, Hawkeye's sacrifice was the distraction. What he wanted was Steve's one-ten-thousandth of a second of weakness—the moment he was grieving the death of his comrade, in excruciating pain from his injuries, furious at Natasha's loss of control, and losing his balance due to the turbulence!

Just as the energy ripples from the explosion's shockwave had not completely subsided, and in the split second Steve instinctively tried to turn around and grab Natasha as she slipped from his grasp, his center of gravity most unstable, Rumlow's ultimate move was activated!

His terrifying claws, which had torn apart the Hawkeye escape pod and were now covered in blood and metal fragments, showed no intention of retracting them!

He skillfully used the recoil force generated by the explosion, combined with the instantaneous burst of his tail muscles, and his huge, mutated body covered with ferocious bone spikes and thick scales completed a jaw-dropping tactical roll in the water, full of primitive and savage aura!

This move not only reduced some of the impact but also adjusted his attack angle and posture.

(End of this chapter)