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

"Chapter 35 Bloody Bullets" please trigger the hidden level

However, things are not exactly as Stark thought.

The man he saw was indeed Crossbones, and he did come back to the room with the grilled chicken and fruit.The high level of vigilance allowed him to find signs that the door was smashed. He stuck to the door and listened for a while to make sure that there was no fighting or negotiation taking place inside, then he freed his hand///gun from his lower back and gently opened the door .

But fortunately, it was indeed peaceful inside.Except for the traces of the floor being wiped and the ugly puppets on the table being shaken to the ground, there was only a little sound from the bathroom.

He put two large bags on the table, picked up the puppet by the way, and slowly approached the bathroom.After waiting by the bathroom for a while, he knocked on the door and called softly—"Boy?"

At this time, his left hand is still holding the gun///gun, the safety catch has been opened, and his finger is on the trigger. As long as there is a sound in the bathroom that is not at all what he imagined, he will kick open the wooden door, Kill anyone who shouldn't come in at this time as quickly as possible.

But that's okay, there's only the voice of the Winter Soldier in it.In order to reassure Wishbone, the Winter Soldier turned off the water, and after a simple answer, he wrapped his lower body and opened the door.

Rumlow looked up and down for a while at the steamy soldier, his brows slightly frowned and finally relaxed.He put the gun back in his back and asked as he walked back to the bed, "What's the matter? Did something happen just now?"

The Winter Soldier also came out, and the moment he closed the bathroom door, he glanced at the T-shirt that he had washed but couldn't wash off the blood, and could only be thrown into the trash can.Now that he's sealed the trash bag, he's waiting for his chance to throw it out the door.

"Robbery." The Winter Soldier prevaricated in a low voice, "But there was no robbery."

"Oh, that's good." Rumlow secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't the previous enemy, it would be fine to give him some money.Rumlow pointed to the two bulging bags, sat down on the bed, and took out the cigarettes in his pocket, "There are meat and fruits, you choose to eat."

The Winter Soldier obediently rummaged for food, thankfully Rumlow found nothing.His lower body still hurts hotly, but fortunately, it wasn't the real body that was violent to him. Nothing was cleaned out in the bath, but the wound was a bit big. In the past two days, he had to find a way not to do those things with the wishbone.

In fact, this is not difficult, after all, most of the Winter Soldier took the initiative between the two of them.As long as the Winter Soldier is unwilling, Rumlow will never force it.

Acclimatization leads to diarrhea, this excuse can be used.He can tell Rumlow, his IQ can only think of this.

Looking at the extremely ugly puppet on the table, the Winter Soldier strengthened his determination to lie to the captain.He can't let the current comfort be destroyed, no matter what, he can't.

Rumlow really didn't know anything. He glanced at the Winter Soldier who was eating supper, and planned to light a cigarette and take a rest, but the Winter Soldier was very obedient, but the lighter was disobedient. He took out the empty cigarette case from his pocket, The lighter fell on the bed.

Yes, there was a bullet hole in the mattress.The bullet hole specially left by Stark was lying quietly next to the lighter, as if holding back a smile and waiting for Rumlow to find out.

"That guy still has a gun?" Rumlow's fingers touched the scorched piece, and it was hard and a little sticky. "It didn't hurt you, did it?"

Startled, the Winter Soldier touches one of the bags.The bag fell sideways, and two fruits fell out of it.He really wanted to answer "No" immediately, but Rumlow suddenly stood up and asked alertly—"What's wrong? Where is the injury?"

"No... no, it wasn't hurt." The Winter Soldier calmed down his lying tone, and bent down to pick up the fruit. One side of the fruit was broken, and a little juice spilled out, and his fingers felt limp when he pressed it .

But Rumlow had already come to him, holding his shoulders and lifting him up gently.Dark eyes scrutinized the Winter Soldier's face, looking down, and then turned him over so that his entire body was under his inspection - except, of course, the lower body wrapped in the towel.

The Winter Soldier's chest was constricting, and for a second or two he suspected that Rumlow was about to rip off his towel.With his back to the captain, he would expose the injured and swollen part between his buttocks, and then he could no longer hide or quibble.

He didn't know if Wishbone felt him trembling with tension, but in fact, the towel hadn't been torn off, and he didn't show any suspicious injuries.Instead, Rumlow hugged him from behind and kissed him on the neck. The stubble was hard and prickly, which made the Winter Soldier let go of his hanging heart.

"Remember to tell me what happens, I will protect you," Rumlow kissed him on the neck again, his voice was low and hoarse, full of love that made the Winter Soldier tremble with emotion but trembling with fear, "Now No one can stop me from protecting you, you are mine, remember."

The Winter Soldier nodded lightly, feeling the palm of the wishbone pressing on the X of the iron arm, and then sliding down the arm, covering the back of his iron arm.Just when the Winter Soldier thought that the crisis had been resolved, Rumlow paused for a moment, and with the other hand, he pinched the Winter Soldier's buttocks through the towel, and then reached the edge of the towel, and stuck his fingers.

The pain involved in the wound made the Winter Soldier twitch like an electric shock. He quickly turned around, grabbed the wrist of the wishbone, and blurted out before he had time to think -- "...No."

"...No?" Perhaps because he was rarely rejected by the other party, Rumlow's eyes shook, and he grinned, "I thought you would miss it very much."

"...I...I want to, but..."

The Winter Soldier desperately searched for words, but the closeness of Rumlow's voice and smell nearly froze his brain.The more you desire, the more afraid you become.The two alternate emotions collided in his brain, which was not completely healed, and the final excuse was just a pale and ridiculous sentence - "But... I... I'm hungry."

Rumlow laughed thoroughly, and relaxed the arm that might tear off the towel at any time.Returning to the bedside again, he lit up the cigarette he hadn't lit before, and laughed and teased while lighting it up, "Eat, eat more, I'll eat when I'm full."

Now, with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands were propped up on the bed.The weight of his body allowed him to feel the charred holes, but perhaps the bullet had penetrated so deep that he didn't feel the casing embedded inside.His eyes stayed on the cobweb-hanging ceiling without focus, enjoying the comfort brought by the tobacco.

His fingers felt for the bullet hole, and then again.These are all unconscious actions, including tentatively putting your fingers in, and picking out the bullet casing that you don't know if it has been taken out.

Perhaps the range of this pistol///gun is not far, and the caliber of the bullet is not too large.Rumlow's rough fingers couldn't be fully inserted, and the Winter Soldier turned his back to him and wolfed down again. He raised his buttocks slightly when he was free, and then lifted a corner of the mattress, and the bullet—that A vile shell casing - stuck between the thick wooden bed boards, with a small section exposed.

Rumlow quickly reached in and pinched the tail of the bullet to pull it//out///.The moment it was pulled out, the mattress also slammed back into place, stirring up a small puff of smoke.

Fortunately, the sound was not loud, so the Winter Soldier was still eating with relish, but he didn't know that Rumlow had already sat back in his original position, carefully looking at this shell casing that could represent so many meanings.

Rumlow couldn't tell what his feelings were at that moment—yes, it was not appropriate to say that the five thunderbolts and the blue sky were thunderbolts.He did recognize the bullet right away, after all he'd tried to kill two close friends with that /// gun.

But he just had goosebumps all over his body, and acid water regurgitated from his stomach.He frowned tightly, fearing that his memory might have slipped and he might have misidentified the owner of the bullet.

He didn't speak immediately, because he couldn't speak at this moment.When he opened his mouth, he must have roared and roared, but he couldn't believe that the information he got was the truth, and he couldn't believe that what he guessed was so incredible.

He stood up silently and began to rummage through the black bag.While hunting for a black market doctor, he left a live bullet.He couldn't tell what the motive was at that time, but now it seems that everything is caused by fate.

He rummaged eagerly, rude and flustered.But the palms began to feel cold, and even though the bullets were wet from the sweat overflowing from the palms, they still couldn't help shivering.

He even kind of wished he had lost that bullet, so that he would lose the standard of comparison, and he could lie to himself that it was just a similar model, but definitely, definitely not the same as Captain Hydra's.

But his ability to preserve things is so strong, how could he lose it.When his left hand touched the cold corner of his inner pocket, his heart had already reached his throat.

As it often happens, the more you fear the outcome, the more likely it will be.When the two bullets lay quietly in the palm of his hand, presented to Rumlow with a degree of similarity that he couldn't even deceive himself, he actually had the urge to cry.

The cigarette he was biting into his mouth suddenly fell out, scalding his hand.He reached out and grabbed the cigarette butt, tightened his fingers, and snuffed out the cigarette butt.

He is not sad, yes, he is not sad, how can he say that he is sad at that moment.He was just angry, that kind of anger was too intense, if he didn't burst out, it would only make his eyes red and moist.

And when he determined that the two bullets belonged to the same model, he realized another more cruel fact-the Winter Soldier was lying.

If this really has nothing to do with Captain Hydra, why is the Winter Soldier lying.The reason for lying must be that he didn't want Rumlow to know that the two of them met, but what was the purpose of the meeting, what did they say, why couldn't they let themselves know... A series of questions sounded in my mind like a thunderbolt, okay It took a long time for the sound of the Winter Soldier chewing to return to his ears.

Rumlow stood up again, standing behind the Winter Soldier, looking at the slightly shrugged shoulders of the Winter Soldier as he devoured.He has a dagger and a gun in his back, but he no longer considers whether he should kill the betrayer. He still believes that there is some misunderstanding in it-after all, he loves the Winter Soldier so much, and so does the Winter Soldier. love him.The other party has no reason to shield Steve Rogers, no reason.

After a while, he narrowed his eyes and spoke in the same calm tone as before—"Have you seen what the robber looks like? Could it be that those organizations sent us to test us?"

The Winter Soldier replied bluntly, "No," shaking his head with his back turned to Rumlow, and added, "It won't be."

- it won't be.

Why is he so sure?The correct answer is "don't know". It is impossible for the Winter Soldier Rumlow knew to give a positive evaluation of an uncertain battle situation.Only deliberately concealing will deliberately lie.

"Why not?" Rumlow said again, "I think it is very likely that it is Captain Hydra, how could he easily let go of two traitors who are at large, what do you think?"

Rumlow was sure the Winter Soldier paused when he heard the title of Captain Hydra.A guilty conscience leads to hesitation, and hesitation means uncertainty.This made Rumlow further affirm his inference, although he did not rule out the possibility of imagination.

"No." The Winter Soldier replied in a low voice, but his tone was firm, "It's definitely not him."

Rumlow chuckled in his heart. At this moment, he almost had his own judgment, so he no longer planned to deal with the soldiers, lowered his voice, and ordered-"Turn around and look at me."

This time, the Winter Soldier's hesitation was all too obvious.He put the drumstick down and wiped his mouth.He seemed to have straightened his expression before turning around slowly.

"Are you sure you haven't seen the robber?" Rumlow held two bullets in his right hand, keeping the Winter Soldier out of sight.

"No, I can't see his face." The Winter Soldier replied quickly, his neck flushed a little.

"Then how do you know it's not the Hydra captain? I mean..." Rumlow's arm gestured out of thin air, "Since you haven't seen his face yet."

The Winter Soldier clenched his fists and replied, "Because he... he just robbed."

"Robbery." Rumlow sneered. He really wanted to say that if his brain is not good enough, he should stop lying like others. The lies he told made him feel ridiculous. He shook his head helplessly, and looked at the Winter Soldier from a distance— — "I'll give you another chance, tell me who came, what he did, and what he said."

The Winter Soldier hastily spit out what he thought was a seamless lie again—"A masked thief, he came in to rob, broke down the door, but he didn't—"

Rumlow no longer smiled, nor did he finish listening.He interrupted the Winter Soldier in a cold voice, his tone was like a dagger that cut through a mask - "Why do you lie."

"I didn't lie." The Winter Soldier told a second lie.

In this regard, Rum Luoyan threw two bullets to the ground.The bullet made a crisp sound and stopped in front of the Winter Soldier after bouncing for a while.

"Why did you lie." Rumlow asked again.

The Winter Soldier didn't answer.

As if something had hit Rumlow, he suddenly strode forward, grabbed the opponent's left hand and kicked it behind him before the Winter Soldier resisted, and turned it over and pressed it against the table.The towel was quickly torn off, and at the same time Rumlow's fingers were not between the injured buttocks.

That's right, really right.Looking at the bloodshot spots on his fingers, Rumlow didn't even care that the Winter Soldier suddenly jumped up and broke free from his restraints.

The puppet fell under the push of the two, and Rumlow stepped on it, staggered, and then lowered his head to pick up the puppet on the ground.He frowned at the ugly guy for a while, then suddenly walked towards the window.The Winter Soldier reacted immediately and tried to stop Rumlow.But Rumlow pushed him away and the window, and threw the puppet out of the window without hesitation.

"It's really ji///it's ugly." He cursed viciously, "...it's really ji///it's disgusting."

The Winter Soldier heard the clink of the doll falling on the awning, and stared at the shuttered window in astonishment.It took a while to realize that he could speak, so he said——"Why?"

"Probably because you let Rogers fuck you for free and followed me so fucking shamelessly." Rumlow squeezed out a disgusting smile and patted the Winter Soldier on the cheek, "It's okay, I get it. Get Rodgers off, just one more day of worrying he'll put ji/// in his ass."

"...It's not him!" The Winter Soldier suddenly roared hysterically, his voice hadn't fully recovered, and his voice was broken and extremely hoarse.But he knew that things were not like this, and Rumlow's reaction... yes, Rumlow's reaction must be what the culprit wanted.

"I'd like to know if you have defended me in front of Rogers," Rumlow said, sweeping the things bought on the table to the ground one by one, "maybe, but he certainly won't be like that." I reacted so extreme, after all, he still has Stark, doesn't he?"

"No..." The Winter Soldier hugged his head in pain, he really wanted to explain his speculation clearly, but what should he say, what should he say!He tugged at his hair and squeezed some broken words through his jaw-"If it was Rogers, he could just take me away...he didn't need to do this. The person who did this was trying to get revenge on you or revenge I...I don't know...but, but I know it's not Rodgers, I just know...I just know!"

"You just know." Rumlow smiled lightly, and his words became more vicious, "How do you know? The size of ji///bar doesn't look like him? Or does it smell like him? Oh, it might be panting Voice, Rodgers shit you fucking know if it’s him, right? So I can ask you later—what does the smell—”

Wishbone didn't finish as the Winter Soldier punched him with his right hand.Hit the corner of his mouth to prevent him from saying more ugly things.

The Winter Soldier's voice trembled, repeating what Wishbone promised just now-"...You can say anything you say, and you protect me!"

Rumlow wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave a more comprehensive explanation for the promise - "That's for someone who is only loyal to me, not to you."

"Why don't you believe me..." The Winter Soldier's voice was full of accusations, but he knew that he would fail in the end, "It's really not him, it's really not him..."

And Wishbone easily deduced the final conclusion, "You are just afraid that I will kill him."

"Yes!" The Winter Soldier suddenly grasped the part of the conversation that fit him, and eagerly argued—"You can't beat him, I fought him before, I know...you will only—"

"Then try to stop me."

Rumlow wiped his face, let out a long breath, turned his head and looked at the Winter Soldier calmly, "Kill me before I kill him, or to prove that you didn't defend him, come with me and make it this matter."

After speaking, he kicked away the meat and fruit at his feet, and walked slowly towards the door.Instead of facing a messy room and a filthy person, he would rather be alone for a while.

TBC