Hawkeye

On Highway 6, the lead SUV, traveling at 120 kilometers per hour, ran over a concealed tire-spike chain. Its tires locked up instantly, and the entire vehicle flipped forward, skidding thirty meters along the highway in a shower of sparks. Inside, the soldiers were tossed about and slammed into one another, dizzy and disoriented, unable to react.

"Captain, the lead vehicle has overturned. Someone planted a tire-spike chain trap on the highway." The second vehicle had not been far behind the lead car. It immediately jerked the wheel and drove off the road into the Gobi Desert, reporting at once.

"Spread out and cover the main vehicle. The enemy has set a trap ahead. Cover the main vehicle's retreat." In the central main vehicle, Brock Rumlow beside He-El immediately gave the safest possible order based on the unknown situation ahead, while contacting S.H.I.E.L.D. "Requesting air support. Repeat, requesting reinforcements, requesting deployment of reinforcements—zzzt—zzzt—"

Brock Rumlow did not know how many people had overturned the lead vehicle ahead, but he knew perfectly well who He-El was and how many men they had.

Anyone bold enough to make a move against He-El would never be an ordinary terrorist. Even if someone said the military was targeting He-El, Brock Rumlow would not find it strange.

So he immediately ordered the other vehicles to move up while the main vehicle began retreating to assess the situation. At the same time, he directly called on S.H.I.E.L.D. to dispatch armed helicopters and fighter jets for support.

Brock Rumlow understood this mission clearly: protect He-El, not hunt down and eliminate enemies. Whatever happened, calling for support, ensuring He-El's safety, and getting him away were the wisest choices.

But unfortunately, the electronic communications were suddenly cut off, making Brock Rumlow's heart tighten.

The enemy had come prepared.

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