Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

Tick, tick.

Brock smelled blood.

He held his gun and walked step by step in the direction of the underground passage, and then saw the dead 250-point medal.

I saw the doctor with his head upside down, his dead face was beautiful, and there were a few flowers of blood splashed on his white coat, which was so delicate and charming.

Bullock:  …

Clint thinks Bullock's eyes are going green.

Brock glanced at the test tubes scattered on the ground, which contained the genes of various mutants, and there were labels on them, indicating the source of the genes.

Brock gritted his teeth: "Go and pick up my remaining medals."

Clint: "qaq ok..."

Clint is not very good up close, but he is indeed an excellent archer, and his dynamic hearing and vision are even more outstanding.

Who can snatch the doctor away under his nose?

Brock doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, but at this time he is far from the sophistication of more than ten years later. Although he looks old, there is still a little curiosity of a teenager in his bones.

Holding the gun in his hand, he walked forward step by step, his heels landed first, and then his toes slowly lowered down, like a big cat hunting for prey, vigorous and silent.

Smelling the looming smell of blood, he turned around and walked to the door of the laboratory.

Omega in estrus has one advantage, that is, it is extremely sensitive to smells and changes in the outside world. If it is normal, Brock may miss that faint smell.

Bullock always felt that he had smelled that smell somewhere.

One winter, he received a mission to go to Russia, and the dry and fluffy snow spread to the sky. He lay down among the sloping bushes, quietly waiting for the target to appear.

That mission was successful, but after killing the target, the other party sent a small team to hunt him down, and a grenade was thrown over, blowing up the snow all over the sky, exposing the hard ice bottom below.

He took care of the pursuers.

The boundless world, snow layer, ice bottom, blood and gunpowder smoke.

It's very similar to the Alpha in front of you.

He has messy brown hair and holds a triangular pyramid knife, standing in front of a pregnant woman's hospital bed.

The knife fell slowly, and finally reached the pregnant Omega's neck.

The emaciated Omega wept softly. Hot tears ran across the withered skin and fell on the quilt. Her rough fingers like old tree roots touched her round belly, begging: "Don't do this, I know I'm going to die soon." Dead, but my child is about to be born, please!"

Brock stood behind the man, and he could tell he was professional just by his vigilant posture and equipment on his body.

But the knife held by Mr. Assassin trembled a little rarely.

Bullock snickered at the benevolence of the other woman. His thin conscience was all tied to his sister Selena, and a little bit was shared with his childhood friend Bruce.

The life and death of other people is none of my business, Bullock thought indifferently.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect that the airflow rolled up by his body slightly brushed the loose screws by the door, making a faint creaking sound, but it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, rushing into the eardrums of the two of them.

The man standing in the laboratory turned around sharply, stretched out his iron arm with the five red stars printed on it, and shot with a blank expression.

Bullock rolled on the spot the moment the man raised his gun, and exited the laboratory door. The bullet followed his path of action and hit the ground behind him. If he hesitated for half a second, he would have died. It was beaten into a sieve.

The marksmanship is really good, Bullock thought to himself, don’t worry about it, let’s get out quickly, if you don’t run away, you may have to hand over your life here.

Clint rushed over to support after hearing the gunshots, and a few fast and steady arrows shot out, stopping the brown-haired man in his tracks.

Brock and Clint ran desperately in the underground passage, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, jumping up and down to avoid the Alpha behind them, they were still seriously injured.

That Alpha is very powerful, he knows where they will retreat from, even before themselves.

The big box on Clint's back made a rustling sound as he ran, and the man with the iron arm grabbed him, and threw bullets and darts over like they didn't want money.

Soon, Clint was cut on his thigh by a dart with a blood groove, and fell to his knees with a puff.

Brock didn't even look back, and disappeared around the corner of the tunnel in a blink of an eye.

Clint gripped the last blasting arrow, took a deep breath, and shot it.

The man tilted his head slightly, and nimbly avoided the arrow, but failed to avoid the ensuing explosion. He froze for a moment, stepped over, and strangled Clint's throat with his iron hand.

Clint's face was flushed, but he refused to show weakness, and stared at the other party with bright eyes.

It's too embarrassing to die here like this, Clint thought in a trance before losing consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the unknown man was fighting with Bullock. The two sides moved very fast, and it was dazzled to see you coming and going.

He... actually came to save me?

Clint's heart was greatly hurt, he got up silently and wanted to join the battle, and used his actual actions to prove that he, Clint Barton, is also a loving and righteous Alpha!

Unfortunately, before he could get up from the ground quickly, Brock was already thrust into the wall by the iron-armed Alpha with a dagger. Alpha frowned and tried hard to think.

"Tell me, the purpose of coming here." He asked dryly like a robot that had been disconnected from the internet and had not received instructions from its master.

That voice, unexpectedly, was not vicious, but clear and moist, indescribably pleasant.

"Passing by?" Bullock rubbed his shoulders. The pain didn't frighten him, but made him more excited.

But his sanity is still there, he knows that he can't beat the Alpha on the opposite side, this is the first time he has suffered a disadvantage against Alpha, and he is quite dissatisfied.

"Let him go!" Clint yelled from the sidelines.

"Why don't you run away, you idiot?" Bullock rolled his eyes.

With teary eyes, Clint said emotionally, "I can't leave you alone!"

He's such a fool who never changes money, Brock didn't have the kindness to save Clint, if he didn't feel sorry for his medal points, and he had the ability to escape from Alpha, he would have escaped without a trace.

Alpha didn't give the two of them a chance to keep pushing, and he stabbed Bullock on the right shoulder again, with precise positioning, and the pain from the crossed nerves to the brain made Bullock gasp uncontrollably.

"Say."

Alpha said coldly that the order he received was to execute all the Omega in the laboratory, but it didn't specify whether to kill irrelevant people—and he really didn't like killing irrelevant people, which is the only reason why the two of them have survived until now .

"I'm here for an interview," Bullock tested Alpha's face, "but someone sabotaged the company, they're at the tunnel entrance, and they're coming over soon."

With the faint sound of footsteps getting closer outside, Alpha made a judgment in his heart, and he smoothly pulled the knife out of Bullock's shoulder.

This Omega is no longer aggressive after being injured like this, he thought, the boss said that anyone who has doubts can be taken back to the base for interrogation, and he will be spared first.

The tip of his nose hidden in the mask wrinkled, somehow he felt that Omega's pheromone mixed with the smell of blood was a bit familiar, it was the smell of rum.

It was strange that he didn't even remember drinking rum.

He loaded the bullets in the submachine gun and waited for the people outside to approach.

Therefore, when Captain America and Iron Man, who were commissioned by S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate illegal underground dens, walked in, the scene was once very ugly——

A blond-haired Alpha who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old threw herself on a black-haired Omega, almost crying.And that Omega was actually injured, leaning against the wall with a pale face, gritting his teeth to endure the pain and blood loss.

Captain America, an old-school Brooklyn gentleman, was outraged to see the little Omega turn pale.

"Wars should be kept away from Omega and children," he glared ahead, "You have no honor to speak of."

Iron Man sneered: "Jarvis, quickly put this sentence in the captain's quotations," and "I am not afraid of big troubles when I watch the excitement," and send it to the black widow. I guess this old popsicle offended me. Black Widow doesn't even know."

Adhering to the principle of not being aggressive if he can do it, the man in the iron-arm mask started to shoot with two guns.

Iron Man Tony Stark curled his lips and joined the battle. The three confronted each other in a small space, with shields flying all over the sky for a while.

"Go!" Bullock finally waited for the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, and almost without hesitation, he picked up Clint's hair and evacuated from the fork that he had aimed for a long time ago.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to throw a smoke bomb and a grenade, and attacked the two righteous friends indiscriminately.

The iron man who was blown up and reeling is rare and strange: "Captain, do you now know what it means to be ruthless?"

United States Avengers Political Commissar and Captain Yizheng's words: "Pay attention to language!"