Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

The blond, buzz-cut man and his two henchmen immediately drew their guns and aimed them at Rachel.

"How could anyone possibly find this place? This is the ocean."

"Didn't you ever think about how I would contact my friends without any ID, driver's license, address, phone number, or mobile phone, and without a credit card?"

Raiche shrugged, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

At first, he didn't realize he was on the open sea. After all, as long as you're diving on calm waters, you wouldn't feel the slightest swaying in the enclosed space of such a large ship.

So he really didn't expect that Negri could find him, but he certainly wouldn't say that to the guy in front of him.

"Damn it, you guys have a secret communication network."

The blond, buzz-cut man immediately understood what was going on, his face turning ashen. This was their oversight.

However, he did not feel that he had completely failed, at least he had not lost the bargaining chip of Reich.

"Then you are our lifeline now."

With the gun pointed at Lei Che, the man said coldly, "You'd better behave yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and gave his two subordinates a look. One of them stepped forward, grabbed Raiche's thick arm, and pulled him away from the wall. The other pointed his gun at Raiche's forehead.

"Walk."

The soldiers, expressionless, shoved Rachel out of the sealed room. Outside the sealed room was the corridor inside the ship's cabin. As soon as they stepped out, they saw that the armed guards who had been standing guard outside the door were now slumped on the ground.

"died!!"

The man with the buzz cut crouched down and reached out to check, only to find that his subordinate was no longer breathing. A silent fear rose within him.

He was only separated by a door, and he didn't even notice when his men outside the door died.

This ability to kill silently is something that inspires fear.

What was even more terrifying was that he heard no sound at all—no talking, no gunshots, nothing at all, only the sound of waves, the friction of the hull against the water, the engine starting up, and what seemed to be the sound of a helicopter propeller.

It should be noted that besides the thirty-odd soldiers he brought, there were also more than thirty people on this large ship, including the captain and sailors, totaling sixty or seventy people, yet there was not a single sound. What does this mean?

Chapter 18 Whose people are you? (Seeking monthly votes and recommendations)

This means that at the moment the commotion erupted, everyone on the ship except for Raiche, himself, and his two men was probably dead.

Despite his overwhelming fear, he gritted his teeth and, along with two of his soldiers, escorted Raicher toward the deck.

The wind and waves grew stronger, and the ship rocked more and more violently, making it difficult for the people to walk steadily.

As he continued forward, he saw the corpses of soldiers and sailors lying on the corridor floor, which intensified the fear in his and his men's hearts. Only Reicher remained calm and unmoved.

Moving through the corridor, the group quickly approached the deck.

The closer you get, the clearer the roar of the helicopter rotor becomes, though it is partially masked by the sound of the surging waves, it is still clearly audible.

This ocean-going cargo ship has been converted; the deck is completely empty, and there is a specially built helipad.

As soon as they stepped onto the deck, apart from Rachel, the blond man with the buzz cut and his two men all widened their eyes slightly, their expressions filled with shock.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sea was churning with waves that crashed against the ship, as if foreshadowing an even bigger storm to come. Only the light was not dim enough to make everything on the deck clearly visible.

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a black-haired boy wearing a black jacket, a T-shirt underneath, and jeans.

A woman in a down jacket was standing next to the boy and seemed to be talking to him.

Behind the two men, more than twenty fully armed gunmen stood ready. Although their equipment was not as sophisticated as that of the blond, buzz-cut man's soldiers, it was still top-notch in the world.

Looking up slightly, I saw three armed helicopters hovering in the sky, along with several rappelling ropes.

An indescribable shock surged from the bottom of his heart. He stared intently at the black-haired boy, his heart pounding wildly.

He recognized the other person at a glance; it was the boy named Matthew. That's why he was ordered to lead a team to arrest Rachel. Of course, Rachel's continuous counter-tracking of their operations was also one of the reasons for this arrest.

They had already thoroughly investigated Matthew's background.

Daniel's adopted son, a former soldier, had never shown anything special in the town until after Daniel was killed. Only then did the boy display inhuman strength and slaughter those around him.

Their methods were exceptionally ruthless.

After that, Matthew completely disappeared from everyone's sight, and that disappearance lasted for more than half a year.

He never expected that when Matthew reappeared, he had already assembled such a well-equipped private armed force.

Just as he was filled with shock and racking his brains, a woman's voice, tinged with a hint of teasing, suddenly rang out: "Hey, Raiche, you look pretty good."

The man with the buzz cut immediately focused his attention on the object. Lei Che, unperturbed by the teasing, replied, "Aside from two broken ribs, two gunshot wounds, and a few abrasions, I'm not bad off."

"No wonder you look so energetic, but it really took me a while to find you." The woman chuckled, her tone even more teasing.

"These guys are more cautious and cunning than I thought."

The two men talked as if no one else was around, but the blond man with the buzz cut and his two henchmen didn't dare to utter a single word of objection. Several black gun barrels were already firmly pointed at them, and if they made the slightest move, they would become dead in the next second.

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to figure out how to negotiate with the other party and fight for a chance of survival, Matthew's gaze slowly turned and fell on him.

boom!!

The giant wave crashed violently against the ship's hull, creating a spectacular display of white spray.

With just a glance, Matthew unleashed an overwhelming aura that swept over them like a storm, the oppressive force almost tangible, brutally assaulting the minds of the blond man with the buzz cut and the two soldiers, nearly tearing their consciousness apart.

Under such a commanding gaze, the fear in my heart could no longer be suppressed. Like a wild beast breaking free of its shackles, it surged and roared wildly in my chest.

Although they were highly trained elites, they thought they had long forgotten their fear and buried it deep in their hearts.

But when they truly faced Matthew's eyes, they realized that the suppressed fear had never disappeared; it had simply been forcibly concealed. Now, under absolute pressure, it was completely exposed.

That terrifying aura, like an invisible giant hand, instantly shattered all their courage to resist, and even the strength to grip their guns was gradually slipping away.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Although it was January and the temperature had already dropped below zero with a biting wind, their foreheads and backs were covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, which slid down their cheeks.

Reicher was not affected by the Conqueror's Haki, but he clearly sensed the inexplicable, suffocating pressure in the air.

He glanced at the three people behind him, looking utterly dejected, then turned to look at Matthew, raising an eyebrow slightly, and immediately knew the answer.

He completely ignored the trembling gun barrels pointed at the back of his head behind him, and slowly walked towards Matthew and the woman in the down jacket.

The shackles on his hands and feet clattered against the deck, making a loud, jarring sound that was particularly jarring on the empty deck, but it did nothing to affect his composed pace.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Raiche raised his hands in a gesture, and Nigley smiled and waved slightly. A soldier behind him walked to an armed helicopter parked on the tarmac, took a pair of pliers from a toolbox inside the cabin, and quickly walked over to skillfully cut the shackles on Raiche's hands and feet.

Matthew ignored them and walked toward the three people who were overwhelmed by fear.

"Whose people are you?"

A strong wind blew, causing his black, tousled hair to dance. Matthew's voice was calm, but to the three of them it sounded like thunder, making them involuntarily shiver.

"You, you might as well kill us."

Having lost their last bargaining chip, Reicher, and completely overwhelmed by Matthew's charisma, the blond, buzz-cut man knew that they had no chance of resisting at all.

Fear completely overwhelmed his reason, his face was contorted with a distorted expression, yet a hint of madness lingered in his eyes. He dared not meet Matthew's gaze, his eyes darting around aimlessly. He decided to throw caution to the wind and actively seek death.

Not only him, but the two soldiers beside him were also pale-faced, trembling all over, their eyes filled with despair, not daring to even think of resisting.

Seeing this, Matthew's eyes flickered slightly.

His Conqueror's Haki attack was already precisely controlled in its range; it was an extreme form of mental pressure. If an ordinary person were to be subjected to such an attack, they would only lose their mind out of fear and become like a puppet, completely at the mercy of others.

Chapter Nineteen: The Hydra Treasure - Old Boy Pierce

He hadn't expected that these three people in front of him could still barely suppress this uncontrollable instinct and not completely break down.

If the impact of Conqueror's Haki were to be increased further, it would surely snap the nerves of these people. Matthew could clearly sense with his Observation Haki that the three of them were on the verge of fear, and there was also a hint of abnormal madness mixed in.

It was precisely this appearance that led Matthew to make a judgment and roughly confirm why these people could do such illogical things.

Brainwashing~~

Considering that the other party's target was him, coupled with his previous conversation with Reich in the Black Mountain region, the investigations over the following months, the elite special operations equipment, and the modified ocean-going freighter, a name came to mind.

Hydra!!

"Alexander Pierce?"

Matthew suddenly spoke up and clearly pronounced the name.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three faces, contorted with extreme fear, twitched violently. They stared at Matthew in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock and panic, as if their deepest secrets had been exposed.

Normally, even if Matthew called out that name, they would not be moved at all and would keep their mouths shut.

But at this moment, they are in a state of extreme fear, and all their emotions are amplified infinitely. Under this extreme pressure, the secrets in their hearts are subconsciously exposed.

"It really is him."

The three men's performance confirmed Matthew's guess.

He slightly raised his hand, and golden cross-shaped rays of light bloomed from his fingertips. Three golden beams of light pierced straight through the foreheads of the three men. The three brainwashed soldiers, their faces filled with fear and madness, fell completely lifeless on the deck.

Alexander Pierce.

He was once the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and also the leader of Hydra, who parasitized within S.H.I.E.L.D. and grew in power through its influence. He is currently the Secretary-General of the World Security Council and has not yet become a future minister.

The power he wields encompasses all aspects of society: an elite private armed force, a massive covert organization developed under the auspices of S.H.I.E.L.D., and considerable influence and connections in both political and business circles.

After the Magrave incident, Matthew should have been noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D., and Pierce, who was deeply involved in the highest levels of S.H.I.E.L.D., naturally also got the news.

Reicher said that he and Roseco had both been tracked by a very secretive and powerful force.

Given Reicher's previous experience and network of contacts, this would allow him to rule out agencies such as the FBI and CIA.

After all, Reicher was very familiar with the modus operandi of these organizations. If these organizations had taken action, Reicher wouldn't have been able to track them for months without finding even the slightest clue.

That leaves only S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury has a strong desire for control, but he usually observes and makes contact first.

This kind of direct use of force to kidnap Matthew is only typical of Hydra's tactics.

Being targeted didn't anger Matthew. At his level, Hydra, an organization that seemed powerful and terrifying to ordinary people, was nothing special. In fact, in Matthew's initial plan, the resources and power controlled by Hydra would eventually be his.

Pierce is quite a gem among old men.

Matthew hadn't originally planned to deal with Pierce so soon, but since Pierce had come forward, he had no choice but to reluctantly take over his assets.

"You know the target?"

Over there, Raiche's shackles had been cut with pliers, and he walked over, rubbing his right wrist with his left hand.

Nigley made a gesture and shouted to the soldiers behind him, who immediately jogged into the cabin.

"Just like you said, a big shot."

"Did you hear that?"

Lei Che raised an eyebrow.

"I just happened to overhear you displaying your amazing intelligence," Matthew joked. But he wasn't kidding; this big guy's IQ was indeed extraordinary. Although his focus was different from those of genius scientists, he was still a genius.

“Even with amazing wisdom, I can’t see through you,” Rachel said seriously.

Even big guys have their off days.

At this moment, Negri walked over and made a sarcastic remark, but continued walking towards the cabin without stopping.

"Are you planning to take over this ship?"

Watching Negri pass by, Reicher sized up the ship and called out.

"This is a cargo ship with ocean-going capabilities and a very good sailing route that can bypass thirteen countries. Some of the equipment I purchased will need to be used on this ship."

A familiar voice came from behind, making Reicher turn around and see a mature and beautiful woman in a down jacket. A smile appeared on his face: "Kara."

"Long time no see, Rai Che. I never expected our first meeting after the investigation team was disbanded would be like this."

Kara was a very beautiful and capable woman. She was wearing a white hooded down jacket, with long, dark brown hair. She had a well-proportioned figure and a capable demeanor. She was also a former member of the 110 Military Police Special Investigation Team and a former colleague of Reicher. When she saw her old friend, Kara teased him as well.