Chapter 88 The Bizarre Adventures of Brock Rumlow

S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Building
Sitting in the office, I carefully looked at the report file that had just been uploaded and printed, which even smelled of ink.

I know every word, but when they are put together, it's really confusing, as if I'm reading a story from the Arabian Nights.

Alexander Pierce's eyes were filled with doubts, his brows were tightly knitted together,
“What the fu*k is this?”

Sitwell, Pierce's right-hand man and confidant, could only stand aside at this moment, with his head bent, not daring to make a sound, with beads of sweat constantly spreading on his forehead.

This report was submitted by Brock "Crossbones" Rumlow and the remaining eleven Hydra agents after he disappeared for three days.
There is almost nothing believable about the experiences they described, which makes people think that they are talking nonsense, or that they have been treated with some powerful hallucinogenic drugs and brainwashing techniques.

But as the "pioneers" who mastered the brainwashing technology, the technicians within Hydra expressed confidently: Impossible!

It is impossible for brainwashing technology to wipe out twelve rigorously trained Hydra agents in such a short period of time.

Then, Pierce took out a data disc attached to the report file. The disc contained only a video:
In the secret interrogation room, Brock Rumlow, with a haggard face and cracked lips, sat on the interrogation chair.
"Rumlow, what on earth have you been through in the past three days?"

Faced with the inquiries of his former colleagues, he pulled up the corners of his mouth helplessly and began to recall that devilish memory, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.
"Three days? What three days?"

"Isn't it three months?"

Under the suspicious gaze of his colleagues, Brock Rumlow continued to recount his memories.
"I don't know exactly why we are there,"

“Just the moment I opened the door, it was as if I had entered another world.”

"There are towering trees tens of meters high and flat, open grasslands,"

“But when we looked back at the door frame, we only saw the door frame standing, but we could no longer return to where we were.”

"Since we didn't know where we were, we followed the traces on the grass to find a place with human habitation,"

"After a long journey, we began to lose strength. Fortunately, we saw obvious man-made buildings in the distance."

"But when we approached with great joy, we found a disturbing scene: a thick wall 50 meters high,"

"What kind of enemy is needed to build such a high wall?"

"At first, we didn't know, but soon we got the answer. The shaking ground and the increasingly loud rumbling sounds made us realize that some huge monster was approaching this place at an accelerated speed."

"We turned our heads and saw only a huge and ugly face. We could vaguely tell it was a human face, but its eyes were full of bloodlust. I could even see a hint of appetite..."

"He clapped his hands heavily, and it was like a dark cloud pressing down, a large shadow fell, and the air was agitated,"

"And the guns in our hands are like toys. They are useless against these giant monsters that keep approaching. Compared with the speed of these real giants that can leap dozens of meters, no matter how hard we try to run, it will be useless. We will be caught up in an instant, as easy as crushing an ant."

"Just when we were about to give up resistance and quietly wait for death to come, we heard the sound of a high-speed burst of air behind us."

"Several sharp metal anchors flashing with cold light were embedded in the tall trees around, followed by the sound of the hook lock device rapidly retracting."

"A group of people wearing long robes and holding sharp metal swords appeared quietly. They were equipped with huge metal mechanical devices," "Then, we saw the most shocking scene in our lives,"

"These humans, who are no different from us, or even shorter, are holding metal swords that are as thin as nail clippers compared to the giants, and they rush towards the tall giants without hesitation."

"However, to our surprise, this battle, which we thought would last for quite some time, ended in just a few minutes."

"They used the devices on their waists, which they later told us were called the Three-Dimensional Maneuvering Devices, to shuttle through the dense jungle at high speed and cut off the giant's neck."

"The giant's huge body collapsed and fell forward, and we happened to be right in front of it, so we could only run in a panic in a farther direction."

"You simply cannot imagine that these monsters, which can awaken the greatest fear in the hearts of mankind, had their ugly, gigantic heads smashing down less than five meters away from us, creating a huge mud pit, with blood and mud splashing down like a torrential rain."

"We were covered in blood and dirt was falling on our heads."

"It was not until this time that we finally confirmed that we had left Earth and arrived in another world."

"And these humans, who appear to be no different from us on the outside, are not normal people either."

"The terrifying inertia and traction brought by the three-dimensional maneuvering device, I only tried it once, and I almost pulled my lumbar vertebrae and spinal cord out of my body."

"They claim to be from the Survey Corps within Wall Maria. They are led by a tall man with a strange hairstyle. His name is 'Jonathan Joestar'."

"We made up some experiences and asked them if they knew where the door came from and if we still had a chance to return to Earth?"

"Jonathan Joestar was not surprised that we were from Earth. He smiled and said:"

"There are no natives in the other world anymore, but most of them are from China and Japan. Those from America are still relatively rare."

"He entertained us warmly and told us about the world,"

"Those tall monsters are called giants, and that door was taken out of the pocket of a blue-skinned, white-faced, earless cat. It has been there ever since and cannot be destroyed, so no one cares about it."

"It is said that chanting a spell may reopen it."

"I won't go into detail about my subsequent experiences. I have written them all down in that 50,000-word report document."

"It all seemed like a dream, and we encountered masked vampires along the way to find our way home,"

"A cute unknown creature that wants to sign a contract with us to gain powerful strength..."

The interrogator then produced a rough sketch drawn by Brock Rumlow.
／People＼
"Is it this one?"

"Yes."

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(End of this chapter)