The sergeant took over the next task, carrying these corpses out and placing them in the cargo hold, freezing them like fish: "All right, no matter what these bodies are, our scientists need them, and we are soldiers, we obey orders."
The ship shook violently, and the two tried their best to keep their footing. The sea seemed to be raging, and the pitch-black sky seemed to be crushing everything.
"Yes! But the power of these deep-sea bombs is really great. I saw them emitting blue light in the ammo depot at midnight yesterday. Will they be popularized in the fleet in the future?"
"Maybe these blue-skinned people are the source of the blue light, but we don't need to think that much, Germany over all."
"Germany over... Wait, oh God, what is that?!"
Amid the young man's terrified shout, they saw a giant wave, tens of meters high, surging up at the bow. Riding atop it, a shirtless man was surfing toward them.
The sea and the spray carried him like a deep blue horse, and this scene, filled with destruction, made everyone involuntarily hold their breath.
Though distant, with rain and sea blocking their sight, it felt as if they could see his face full of anger and madness, his eyes glaring fixedly at the ship.
The massive wave almost capsized the destroyer, but German engineering is a guarantee of quality. However, the ensuing explosion caused many to rush onto the deck, looking in horror at the scene before them.
The loud bang was the black-haired youth jumping onto their ship.
Water streamed down his face, indistinguishable whether it was rain, seawater, or tears. He stood steadily at the front of the deck, ignoring the reactions of others, and immediately rushed to the cold storage to see the blue-skinned tribe inside.
Dead, all dead, almost none of them died with their eyes closed. Their twisted limbs telling the agony they faced before death.
"So many..." he murmured in a trembling voice, panting heavily, then turned his gaze towards the people on the ship: "Humans! You're all going to die!!!"
"Open fire!" Seeing such an inhuman display, only the older captain managed to calm down quickly.
Countless bullets hit the body of this person, but he was unharmed, all the bullet heads fell directly to the ground. He raised his fist and charged quickly at the people.
"It's useless, Captain!"
"Use the anti-aircraft guns!"
"The shells were deflected!"
The sailors used all kinds of weapons on the ship, even whaling harpoons and rocket launchers, to no effect.
This barrage only blackened the deck, serving no other purpose, yet the young man continued his charge.
"A blood debt must be repaid!!!"
Namor vented his anger, tearing humans blocking his path to pieces or throwing them into the sea. He had already summoned many sharks around, waiting for a feast.
These humans were too weak, how dare they challenge the majesty of Atlantis?
Namor, with infinite strength, impervious to blade and bullet, launched a counter-slaughter against these people.
He did not fly, but chose to manually torture these people slowly, so they could feel the agony of his tribesmen being crushed by the seawater before death.
Slowly, tragically.
Until a group of people in black leather coats blocked his enjoyment, initially, he intended to charge at them, but the strange weapons in their hands made him reconsider.
"Hydra, fire."
The officer leading the black leather coats ordered calmly, his hands clasped behind his back, standing proudly on the deck, expressionless as he looked at Namor not far away.
His voice did not travel far in the rain, but in the next second, everything around was enveloped in blue light.
The pitch-black sky, the charred deck, the sailors' terrified faces, all seemed to turn blue in an instant.
Beams of light hit Namor's upper body like a ball, sending him sliding a great distance on the rain-soaked deck.
"Damn humans!"
Namor struggled, his chest charred, the flesh split like an ocean trench, exposing the bone inside.
This terrifying weapon had injured him, for the first time, he felt weakness and pain. This made him even angrier, but he could barely move.
His fury did not affect reality, and without preparation, he could not immediately summon giant waves or sea creatures.
The leading officer adjusted his jaw, sighed indifferently, and raised a hand wearing a blue leather glove.
"Close-range volley, I want him alive."
The men in black leather coats carried equipment resembling milk cans, shooting as they approached Namor, who tried to dodge but was quickly surrounded.
The intensive shooting targeted Namor's head, and after a dozen heavy blows from different directions, his head was nearly torn from his neck; in the end, he fainted with his features bloodied and mangled.
"Send him to the below freezing chamber; this specimen is valuable." The blond officer wiped the rain off his face, rubbing his blue-gloved hand against his cheek. Yet, soon, the manic light in his blue eyes extinguished, returning to calm.
Just like the surrounding sea.
They were originally a squad dispatched for the secret capture of the Torchbearer in New York, planning to take a ship to the near sea and then switch to a submarine to land in the United States, but now... It seemed capturing this prey could complete the mission.
The Torchbearer had sparked a synthetic people craze, and Germany thought of using the Atlanteans. Now they had caught a promising hybrid; a finished product. Mission accomplished, perhaps even bypassing the scientists' experimentation process.
"Captain, prepare to return, I will request commendations from the Supreme Leader for you." The blond man smiled at the captain, oozing with noble grace.
"Thank you, Major General, for your recognition." The captain touched his graying mustache, wiped the rain from his face, water droplets still clinging to his mustache.
He politely thanked at first, then loudly ordered sailors to bind Namor tightly, to assist the black-coated men in handling, as he returned to the bridge to issue commands.
Although the blond man was of Hydra, his rank was higher than the captain's, plus he held the secret orders of the command; he was the highest in command of the operation.
"No need for thanks, we all serve the Supreme Leader."
The blond man turned with a smile, and his subordinate opened the cabin door for him, allowing him to slowly walk down towards the lower cabin.
He stood at the door, smiling into the darkness of the unknown, then extended his index and middle fingers on the handrail of the stairs, mimicking a small blue figure walking with him downwards.
He laughed like a child and patiently waited when the finger puppet couldn't keep up.
The operation had a twist; he needed to contact home, but that wasn't urgent, was it?
Actually, the Supreme Leader did not want Hydra knowing about this. Originally, this was Little Glasses' task, but within the Nationalist Party, was there anything Hydra's infiltration couldn't touch?
Through some interest exchanges, like the use quota of the X Compound, Hydra easily entered the Synthetic People Project.
The blond man returned to his cabin, took off the black leather coat and seawater-soaked military cap, tidied up his appearance, then sat upright in front of the telegraph.
They had a telegraph that did not require typing but converted speech directly into code, sending it back home.
Clearing his throat, his long, slender fingers with blue gloves pressed the secret telegraph switch to begin dictating the message. Of course, as a qualified noble of the Empire, the ending salute was essential.
With a simple smile on his face, he gently closed his eyes and uttered the name of honor.
"Hail Hydra."