[Black shield and white tank] A line of sea and sky

It took a little less time to re-arrive in Banshee Town than last time, and Rumlow's helicopter was parked near the magical laundry, so he didn't even drive and walked through the woods.

Steve still wants Rumlow to go alone, and then bring the imitation master back.As long as the master of imitation can be persuaded to enter the sphere of influence of Hydra, it will be much easier to force it to submit.

But even so, Rumlow still has to feel that Steve is too self-righteous.It is absolutely impossible for the master to go back with him, and with Rumlow's ability, it is impossible for him to tie him back smoothly.

What's more, he didn't find a master imitator at all.

It was daytime when I came to the laundry, and there were no customers outside the private room.The rest are the guys who passed out drunk the night before, lying on the table like a muddy sleep.

Rumlow didn't know what to do for a while, so he pulled up a chair and sat in front of the bar.

A bustling waiter behind the bar brought a shot of vodka to the rumlo with a hand that had been wiped off a plate.There was another person lying on the bar, covered with a white cloth, which seemed to be a fresh corpse.

Rumlow sat close to the head of the corpse, subconsciously wanting to lift it up to see which poor villain was dead, but before his hand touched the white cloth, he was caught by a man smoking a cigar sitting at the other end of the corpse. stopped.

The man glanced sideways at Rumlow, and said in a rough voice - "Don't touch him."

Rumlow withdrew his hand resentfully, took a sip of the wine, and casually asked the waiter about the whereabouts of the imitation master.

According to the waiter, the imitation master has reserved that cubicle, and the deposit is paid in advance every year, but he doesn't stay here often.Sometimes it disappears for a day or two, and sometimes it doesn't come back for a month or two.But due to the particularity of this laundromat—or mercenary farm—no one would ask the customers whereabouts.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Rumlow asked, ordering another drink.

The waiter put down the wiped plate, rolled his eyes and recalled for a while, "...Two days ago? Three days ago? Probably... I remember you were here at that time, I heard they said that you went the wrong way next door."

The waiter smiled and took the bottle to fill up the rumlo.

That's right, the imitation master indeed disappeared with that white light after seeing Rumlow.It appears that the Mimic Master knows some secrets that even the mercenary leader can't avoid.

Rumlow had no choice but to glance at the bar again.

Apart from the waiter and the cigar-smoking man sitting nearby who were sober now, he couldn't find a second person to ask.He drank the wine in the glass, took out a few banknotes and put them on the counter.

Not many people know about the space-time channel. In detail, only a few mercenaries on the side of the imitation master and a school of mutants far away don't know.But it's a pity that the former has broken the clue, and the latter... Rumlow has never been in touch.

The heat of the alcohol slid down the esophagus and swelled in the stomach.His mind was a bit confused, a lot of messy things piled up in his mind, and he couldn't even figure out which one to deal with first.Not to mention getting the Winter Soldier out now, not even doing a good job of helping Steve with his mission.

He handed the glass back and glanced again at the white cloth on the table.

I don't know when, he will die anywhere like the person on the table.Maybe he won't be covered with a white cloth, but just thrown into the nearest trash can, then doused with gasoline, and lit a fire.

He thought of Bartok and Rawlins, and he didn't know if those two guys were really lucky enough to swim onto the fishing boat, or if they had already sunk to the bottom and were eaten up by the strange school of fish.

He is lonely.That loneliness comes from not having one of the same kind around me, and not having a sense of belonging.He thought he'd have a different start with the Winter Soldier after the Civil War, but now it looks like he'll never have the chance to start over.

He casually asked the waiter a few more questions about who the next door was, whether they had any news about imitating the master, or who knew where the master had gone, etc.After getting a negative answer to both, he stood up.

The waiter didn't look like he was lying, so there was no need for torture.The man next to him was still smoking a cigar, and the sun rose higher and higher, shooting in from the gap in the curtains and hitting the corpse, as if it was breathing with the sunlight.

Rumlow turned his head and walked towards the door. If there is really no other way, then even if it is ridiculous, you have to try it yourself.If no one knows where the master imitators are, at least someone will know where the magic school is.He could ask, even if it didn't sound like a good idea.

But just as he took two steps and was about to pull open the heavy iron door, a hoarse voice came from behind, which sounded like the bearded man smoking a cigar.He stopped Rumlow, although he didn't call him by name directly, but the latter was still sure that he was talking to him, so he turned around.

The man changed his posture, facing the direction of Rumlow, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, and raised his chin at him—"Are you looking for a master imitator? What is your relationship with him?"

Rumlow looked at him through the smoke, hesitated for a while, walked forward slowly, and replied as he walked, "He used to be my mentor, I am... I am Brock, Brock Rumlow."

He went back to the bar, let the man look at him with those cloudy but sharp eyes for a while, gave a muffled hum, and said——"Well, I heard my brother say that crossbones...you are bigger than I imagined. It's ugly."

While talking, he took out a cigar again, suddenly pulled out a few sharp knives from his hands in a way that Rumlow couldn't understand, cut off the end of the cigar, and then put away the sharp knives with lightning speed, He picked up his cigar and lit it again.

Rumlow was surprised, wondering if he was dazzled, he shook his head and asked tentatively—"...Hey, did something come out of you just now?"

The man didn't raise his head, and after taking two deep puffs of cigarettes to say "well, everyone in our area is like this", Rumlow believed that this was a secret that no one could tell, so he raised his eyebrows and stopped pursuing it.

But his curiosity didn't stop at the sharp knife that suddenly shot out of his body for a long time, because the man sat at the table thinking for a while, and then slammed the white cloth away.

An uglier body with more broken skin was exposed in front of Rumlow.

The skin on his whole body was so festered that it looked like he had been severely burned.But the self-healing factor in the body made it produce polyps, making the scorched black and pink cortex intertwined.

He folded his hands on his chest, as if being put into a coffin.The expression on his face was calm and serene, as if he was asleep.There seems to be traces of saliva flowing from the corner of the mouth, but this sleeping face is not beautiful at all.

Rumlow took a step back, frowning and looking at the bruised thing in disgust.

But before he could say some polite words such as "I'm sorry", the corpse moved, raised his hand to his forehead to block the light shining on his body, and said cursingly—"...fuck, I said Don't draw the curtains."

Then, Rumlow quickly recognized the identity of the person at the table from the wrinkles on the face and the red uniform with the mask off.Yes, he was a corpse, but it was a living corpse, he was a living dead.

"...Wade? You..." Rumlow instinctively wanted to say "Long time no see", but the great joy broke through his chest, and he blurted out in an unkind way—"...you are me savior."

Although Rumlow is not familiar with Deadpool, he is very sure that as long as he finds Deadpool, it is no different from finding a master of imitation.He never had any desire to find Deadpool, whose actions even his best friend, a master impersonator, could not be sure of.The only intersection between him and the other party is that they have frequently been in and out of imitation training camps, and the former has also seen a companion brought by Deadpool who also wears a bright red uniform.

But since the companion known as Peter Parker disappeared, Deadpool has also disappeared.Suddenly appearing here now is tantamount to God giving Rumlow a huge surprise.

As it turns out, that is indeed the case.When Rumlow explained to the other party what he needed very honestly—he had to do the same, and Rumlow had no experience in dealing with lunatic mercenaries—Deadpool immediately told him an important message— —

"...Oh, I have been to the node you said that the monster was guarding." Deadpool sat on the bar, drinking a bottle of beer drawn directly from the bar, he sipped his mouth, and said, "But Neither you nor I can open it, and you can go through it... To be honest, with your current body, you will be burned into a puddle of carbon powder when you come back."

Rumlow understands.

Passing through that channel requires powerful protection, as you can imagine from the degree to which Deadpool's body was burned.If even this mercenary with supernatural abilities had to spend half his life going through that terrible tunnel, there was no way that Crossbones could covet the world beyond the tunnel.

But fortunately, his mission doesn't need to go to that step—"I don't need to travel through the past myself, I just need to help others open it."

Deadpool let out a long "hmm", dragged his chin and thought for a while.Shaking his head, he responded—"But I can't open it, I don't have the power. I can only take you there, and then you figure out a way..." He clapped his hands and said—"But you Knowing that the guys next door are trying to kill a small town boy, the one with the solar charge, that boy will definitely be able to open it, and he will definitely be able to go through it and come back unscathed."

As he said that, Deadpool suddenly raised his head, smiled and shouted at the closed door—"Yes, cute Captain America, let's join in together, it's not good to eavesdrop outside."

As soon as the voice fell, the iron door rumbled open.Steve, along with a group of his men, waited outside the door. Several monitors were connected to the wires and were firmly attached to the door.

Steve snapped his fingers and told his men to remove the listening device from the door.Then he walked in the door with a smile, and held out his hand to Wade amidst Rumlow's surprise and dissatisfaction.

But Deadpool did not shake hands with him politely. Instead, he patted his palm, gathered his legs hanging by the bar, turned to Steve, and touched the skull logo on the chest of the opponent's uniform. , twitching and shrugging his shoulders—"Your uniform is much better than before, it's not as 'National Day' as it used to be, that's great."

Steve didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he ignored his teasing and cut straight to the point, "I need to open the plane of time and space, and I will go there by myself after I open it. I know you want to go there too, so we can help each other for a while."

Deadpool stared into Steve's eyes for a moment, then suddenly laughed.He wasn't recovering very well, and he made hoarse gasps when he laughed.His lungs were also damaged, and a little blood flowed out from under the twitching muscles.

But Steve did say in his heart that he was going to get there, he needed to keep going until he found that person, and he had another need—"Then you have to cover me with your energy , otherwise you will have to wait until a few months later, when my body goes through the development period, I can do adult things."

After hearing this, Steve agreed without even thinking about it—"No problem, if you're worried about my repentance, I can go through with you, or even escort you there first."

"Oh, it's still a bit tempting to hear this way, as expected of the generous Captain America," Deadpool dragged his tone lazily, paused, and suddenly approached Steve, grinning and finally added-"But I But I can’t guarantee that something will come along with the opening of the passage. And you should know that what you want to find is definitely not what you have lost.”

"Then I'll make him whoever I want," Steve said firmly.

After listening, Deadpool nodded silently, and it took a while to stretch out his arms again, and really took Steve's hand, and shook it in a friendly way.

Listening to the conversation between Deadpool and Captain America, Crossbones, who was completely speechless, couldn't help lowering his voice, and asked the bearded man beside him-"...Do you know what Wade is looking for?"

"Well," the bearded man flicked the cigarette ash into the tank, and replied in a low voice, "a friend, he can be regarded as his partner, although the child never admitted it."

Rumlow understood. He clinked glasses with the man without asking any further questions.

Yes, they are all looking for the one who should belong to them.A special person for whom they would do whatever it takes, regardless of the consequences.

TBC