Captain America carefully climbed up the ship's anchor chain and landed lightly on the deck. Since the enemies they had identified beforehand had already been silently assassinated and their bodies thrown into the sea, he moved with exceptional caution.
He slowly crouched down and carefully surveyed his surroundings. The ship's lights were all on, but with the sea shrouded in darkness, those few dim lights seemed especially eerie. Moreover, he did not spot a single enemy.
Neither the ship's original crew nor the assassins he had expected to find after they killed the pirates were anywhere to be seen. Yet Captain America did not let his guard down in the slightest. On the contrary, he became even more vigilant.
He was a battle-hardened veteran himself. Anyone capable of assassinating heavily armed, experienced pirates without them noticing at all was no ordinary person. This seemingly harmless scene of silence was precisely the kind of battlefield best suited to their abilities.
Captain America slowly explored the narrow corridor. The faintest sound—the waves striking the hull, water droplets falling—put him on high alert. The long shadows beneath the lights looked like black curved blades in his eyes. Every rustle made him jump.
Yet after walking through the entire corridor and reaching a broad, open deck, he still had not encountered the enemy he had imagined. He had not been ambushed in the corridor, where the terrain was complicated. This place was so open and exposed that it was even less suitable for an attack.
Thus, after arriving here, Captain America's tightly wound nerves relaxed slightly. He could not help thinking that the assassins had already obtained what they wanted and left ahead of him.
But he had forgotten that assassination meant killing an enemy before they noticed anything. Complicated terrain was certainly an