The terrorists struggled desperately to pull their fingers away from the triggers of their rifles, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move them—their fingers were completely frozen in place.
In that instant of freezing cold, they couldn't even feel pain anymore. That wasn't a good sign—it meant those fingers were already useless.
"Tsk tsk, stop struggling already. This isn't like licking an icicle in winter. Aren't you all supposed to be desperadoes? The daggers are strapped to your thighs—why not just cut the fingers off?"
Han Yu casually sat down on a clean table, speaking as if he were chatting over tea with neighbors rather than sitting in the middle of a ship hijacked by terrorists.
One of the gunmen, still holding a pistol, tried to use his other hand to grab his spare weapon. But the moment his fingers brushed it, he let out a blood-curdling scream.
A severed hand hit the floor with a wet thud—it was his own.
"I really don't like it when people try sneaky tricks," Han Yu clicked his tongue and shook his head, his expression full of mock sympathy—as if that hand hadn't just been chopped off by him.
The terrorists hadn't even seen him move. His attack was far beyond what any normal soldier could manage—he was clearly a superhuman.
The realization struck them all at once. Inside the ship's kitchen, the remaining terrorists gave up resisting entirely. The difference in power was simply too vast. No matter what tricks they tried, Han Yu saw through them all.
Anyone who made a move—without exception—had their offending hand cut off in an instant. After the first couple of examples, no one dared to act again. His ghost-like speed and precision were something none of them could endure.
By the time Natasha and the others landed on the deck, they arrived just in time for the cleanup—Han Yu and Captain America had already taken care of every enemy onboard.
"Captain, that was amazing! How did you do that just now? So this is Han Yu in person—he's really something else! How did Director Fury even manage to recruit someone like him into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
A bald man with glasses came running over, speaking a mile a minute. His sudden appearance made Steve's eyes narrow slightly—because this man was the very person Han Yu had come for: Jasper.
Steve had heard of Han Yu before—back during the Sokovia incident. As a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. officer, Jasper naturally couldn't have missed that name.
Steve didn't answer his questions. Instead, he spoke into his communicator, addressing Rumlow on the Quinjet:"Take the hostages back first. We'll escort the official ourselves."
There was a short silence on the other end. Rumlow didn't find anything strange about Steve's tone—it was as serious and disciplined as ever."Roger that, Captain," he replied.
As the Quinjet flew off, Steve turned toward Jasper, ready to question him about HYDRA—but Han Yu caught his arm and gave a barely noticeable shake of his head. Then he tilted his chin toward the retreating Quinjet.
Steve immediately understood—Han Yu was warning him that Rumlow and the others might still be within listening range. If they asked the wrong questions now, they could alert the enemy.
"Let's clean up first," Han Yu said casually, hands behind his head. "There's a helicopter the enemy used to board the ship. We can take that back instead."
"No problem. Let's go now, then."
Steve knew Han Yu was just making up a cover story to mislead Rumlow's surveillance, so he played along naturally. The two of them walked side by side toward the cabin.
Natasha frowned slightly, unsure what the two were up to. Fury hadn't ordered any independent action. Jasper, of course, had no idea what was really happening—he thought they were following standard S.H.I.E.L.D. procedure and quickly followed behind them.
Inside the cabin, Han Yu chatted idly with Steve for a few minutes while tinkering with some machinery.
Jasper couldn't make sense of what they were doing. From his perspective, it looked like they were making serious preparations to leave the ship.
To Natasha, though, they looked like two DJs playing with mixing boards—spinning knobs and tapping keys like it was a club set. She had no clue what they were up to, but chose to stay silent and trust them.
If they weren't telling her something, there had to be a reason—and this wasn't the right time to ask. They were stalling for something.
"Wait… are they waiting for Rumlow to leave?"
The thought hit Natasha instantly. After decades of undercover work, she recognized the tactic—stall until you're outside the enemy's monitoring range.
High above, inside the Quinjet, Rumlow listened through his earpiece to the casual chatter between Han Yu and Steve. Believing it to be part of the mission, he smirked and made a call.
"The mission's complete. Jasper's been rescued. Yes, yes—Captain Rogers himself is escorting him back. We'll be there soon."
After hanging up, he chuckled darkly. "Rogers, oh Rogers… enjoy these last moments while you still can."
The Quinjet gradually disappeared into the distance. As it left, a faint green eye shimmered into existence in midair, watching the aircraft's retreating form. It blinked a few times, then dissolved into wisps of blue smoke.
Back inside the Lemurian Star, Jasper was starting to sense that something was off. He stepped forward uneasily."Are you… preparing to leave the ship? It doesn't look like that's what you're doing."
Steve glanced at Han Yu, silently asking for direction. Han Yu gave a slight nod.
The next moment, Han Yu's foot slammed into Jasper's chest, sending him flying into the wall. The steel plating dented inward with a loud bang. Jasper coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasping in pain.
Even Steve was taken aback by the sudden move. Han Yu didn't explain; he just jerked his chin toward Jasper. Steve understood immediately, grabbed Jasper by the collar, and roared:"Tell me! Why are you really on this ship? What's on it?"
Jasper coughed violently, spitting blood between words."I—I don't know what you're talking about! I'm here on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s orders!"
As he said that, Han Yu sat lazily on a nearby counter, crossing one leg over the other."He means the Zola Algorithm," he said calmly.
Zola Algorithm!
The moment those words left Han Yu's mouth, Jasper's eyes widened in shock. How did this man know about that? Only a handful of HYDRA's top brass were aware of it—less than five people in total. It should've been impossible for an outsider to find out.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered. "What Zola Algorithm? I've never heard of it!"
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