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

In the end, after the Combat Department bought the right to use the Winter Soldier with a huge sum of [-] medals, the Ability Department chose Colossus, and the Investigation Department chose Mr. Reese from the CIA.

After the meeting between the school administrators and the instructors, the captains briefly talked to the instructors and introduced the situation of the team members, and the group walked towards the auditorium of the college in a mighty manner.

Rollins is very unhappy now, the principal imitating the master on the stage is chattering non-stop, Clint next to him is like a choked hen, silent, and their captain is staring at the instructor intently— -'s metal arm, trying to rub his chest muscles against it.

He dragged back the unruly captain of his family, and asked with a look of resentment, "Have you taken a fancy to him?"

Bullock looked at him in surprise: "Why do you think so?"

"Anyone with long eyes can see, okay?!" Rollins scolded him, "You're almost giving his arm a erotic massage with your chest!"

"I'm not interested in him," Bullock admired, "but his arms are undeniably sexy, the pinnacle of the mechanical industry, perfect from every angle, for someone like you who wears sunscreen and lip balm every day A bitch won't understand."

Mrs. Luo groaned and closed her eyes, silently enduring the blow in her heart.

Brock held up his hands, resting his arms behind his head, leaning against the auditorium seat and continued to stare at the Winter Soldier's arm with interest.

The Winter Soldier still had that icy look, as if he didn't care about Brock's scornful eyes, but he found that the scales on the Winter Soldier's arms would move slightly from time to time, as if he felt uncomfortable looking at him directly, But due to identity reasons, I can't do it directly.

Brock smiled and touched the stubble on his chin, thinking that the other person was a bit cute.

The voice of the principal imitating the master reverberated in the open-air auditorium along the sound system, and two gilt salutes were placed on both sides of the stage, pointing darkly at the front.The circular stepped auditorium was densely packed with people. The front row was the college administrators and some teachers who were forced to come here, and the middle and back rows were members participating in the competition and idlers who watched the excitement.

"Please allow me to introduce our outstanding graduates..." The master imitator wore a mask that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and was wearing a black and white combat suit. After a long speech, his tone suddenly became passionate and generous, "... .Now I announce that the first intramural competition has officially begun!"

As the imitation master's voice fell, the salute beside the stage turned its muzzle, preparing to use its grand sound to pave the way for the principal who had never had a sense of presence.

The moment the muzzle was raised, Bullock subconsciously grabbed the two people closest to him.

The Winter Soldier's reaction was faster than his, while Rollins on his right was stunned and fell on Brock.

The three rolled together into the gap between the seats, the Winter Soldier and Brock covering their heads with their hands.

The next moment, a violent explosion sounded, and the fiery explosion wave swept from the front row with stumps and broken arms. The walls of the auditorium trembled and the ground shook.

The Winter Soldier's steel arms supported the front seats powerfully, shielding the three of them from flying debris.

"Fuck! What's going on?!" Rollins looked at Bullock.

"How would I know!" Bullock felt the impact of the explosion weaken, and immediately got up to investigate the situation.

The two salute guns that were supposed to be facing the sky pointed one at the stage and the other at the auditorium. The fired shells blasted two big holes in the front of the auditorium and the stage. Flesh and gunpowder smoke mixed together, emitting a The inexplicable taste makes people's adrenaline soar.

The situation in the middle and back rows was fine, and people had crawled out of the ruins one after another, but the principal and the teachers in the front row were all turned into a pile of rotten meat, and they couldn't survive.

"Combat!!!" Bullock shouted at the top of his voice, "Retreat in V1 formation!"

When a group of confused people heard his voice, they immediately had a backbone. They found their nearest partner, picked up the energy guns on their waists for cover, and withdrew from the auditorium in an orderly manner in chaos.

When they came out, they realized that the situation outside was even worse.

Opposite the auditorium is the parking lot of the college, which is full of various types of transport planes and fighter jets, some of which are special models that cannot be seen outside, and their performance is extremely superior. The runway, which was built wide and neatly, was in disarray and became potholed.

Bullock stopped Rollins, who was about to go over, with a gloomy face, and he whispered, "Take a few people to the conference room to confirm our weapon supplies."

Seeing Rollins trotting away with five people, he called Clint and Yelena's names again, gathered the core members of the team together, and continued: "The channel connecting the academy to the outside world is broken."

Yelena frowned, rolled her eyes, and asked, "Isn't this the competition format that the academy hasn't announced?"

"Not sure," Bullock thought for a while, "but we must proceed carefully, wait for everyone to come out later, and gather all members of our team."

Before he finished speaking, the school radio rang, and the long, shrill and sharp sound pierced people's eardrums.

"This is the school office, enemy attack warning, repeat, enemy attack warning!!!"

Bullock and a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"All surviving students and teachers, please evade as close as possible!!!" The mechanical electronic voice sounded extremely stiff and cold, vaguely mixed with the sound of distant explosions.

"Go to the air-raid shelter under the subway entrance," Brock said without thinking, "It's the closest."

Gathered the squad fighters who crawled out of the auditorium in the squad, and the usual training played a role at this moment.They were divided into three groups. Under the leadership of Yelena, Bullock and Clint, they avoided the second round of bombing falling from the sky, moved forward in a detour, and hid in the air-raid shelter within 5 minutes. corpse.

"Captain, the weapons and supplies are all intact, what should we do next?" Brock looked at Rollins' message on the communicator and was silent for a few seconds.

The Winter Soldier stood quietly in the corner, silently analyzing the current situation.

Hearing the rumbling sound outside, Bullock sent a message to Rollins: Take as many people as you can to evacuate nearby, first aid supplies are the priority.

Team members from the nearby ability department and investigation department also poured into the air-raid shelter in waves, and the scene was in chaos.

"What's going on here? Is someone really coming to attack the school?"

"I don't know...it all happened so suddenly, my roommate...she didn't escape, maybe she died inside."

"The principal and teachers just died? It feels like a dream..."

Hearing the discussions around him, Brock's feeling of something wrong emerged again.

He knew panic was contagious.

Bullock looked at the others, Yelena was sending a message to contact her classmates in the red house, Clint was cleaning the bow and arrow he carried with him, and he was rare and quiet.

As for their instructor, the Winter Soldier, he seemed to know his identity as a foreign aid very well, and he followed Bullock silently from the beginning to the end, and occasionally he would give a hand to someone who was in danger nearby.

"Attention everyone," Bullock said, stepping over a wall of people and stepping on a [-]-centimeter-high step, "be quiet!"

A group of people from the combat department stopped talking and looked at him, but the whole scene was still chaotic. A mutant who could fly was hovering back and forth nervously, and the sound of flapping wings was disturbing.

Seeing this, Bullock pulled out the pistol stuffed in the pocket of his training pants, and fired three shots at the ceiling. The bullets bounced off the wall that even missiles could not penetrate, causing another commotion among the crowd.

It seemed that the angle had been calculated, and the rebounded bullet didn't hit anyone. Instead, the gunshots that were close at hand calmed them down.

The corner of Bullock's mouth raised, and he drew a disdainful arc, and roared loudly: "Look at all of you bears, have you fed the dogs for your usual training?!"

A few people opened their mouths to refute, but Bullock simply raised his gun and aimed it at their foreheads, and said rudely: "If any of you force me to say another damn word, I will blow his head off."

Bullock is a man of great prestige, and he can count the people in the entire academy who have not been beaten by him with one hand. In addition, the members of the combat department cooperated with Bullock to stabilize everyone present.

"Yelena." He looked at the blond Omega.

Yelena brushed the messy hair in front of her face and smiled: "Yes!"

"Contact the outside world, send news of the attack on the academy to all the graduates, ask for support, and then send our location to Captain Xiao of the Investigation Department and Captain Warren of the Ability Department."

"Yes!" Yelena agreed, took out her portable computer and started to operate.

"All members of the Combat Department."

The Alphas of the Combat Department responded in unison: "Yes!"

Bullock named a few names and signaled them to set up a defense line at the entrance of the air-raid shelter and help the students who were still on the ground to safely evacuate to the air-raid shelter.

"The rest of the people started to count the casualties, and the mutants of the supernatural department came to me to report their abilities. From now until contacting your captain, everyone will temporarily obey my command," Brock paused, "There is Those who disagree will no longer receive asylum from the combat department."

After finishing all the instructions, he looked at the injured students and said calmly, "I will go outside to get the first-aid supplies in person. You should find someone who has learned battlefield first-aid to deal with them first."

"I know what you are thinking, but this is a war, and you are not unarmed civilians. So, show your most professional side, and I have the confidence to lead you to survive."

After pouring down a bowl of smooth and rich chicken soup, most people finally knew what they should do, and got busy following Bullock's command.

Brock was a little disappointed with their performance.

It's not that these people have never been on missions in war-torn areas. They wandered among the ruins like ghosts and ghosts, leaving a series of scarlet legends amidst the flames of war.

But at that time, they were well-equipped, had detailed information, had clear goals, and they relied on the assistance of the academy. This was like knowing how to solve a math problem. As long as they calculated carefully, they could get a satisfactory answer.

The academy was like their home, and when their home was destroyed, they acted more like refugees than fighters.

When everything was going on in an orderly manner, Brock pulled out and walked to Clint's side, motioning to chat with him.

Clint looked at Bullock's eyes and instantly guessed what he was going to say next.

"Contact S.H.I.E.L.D.," Brock said openly, "we need help."

Clint smiled bitterly, and said dryly: "It doesn't work, I tried, and there is no signal."

Yelena also came over and showed Bullock the communicator in her hand.

"He was right. The network signal was cut off and the satellite signal disappeared. We lost contact with the outside world completely. Only the college's intranet can still be used."

"Three people were killed in the combat department, two were injured, and two were missing. Seven people were wounded in the air-raid shelter, and two of the seriously injured were completely incapacitated."

Not far away, an Alpha reported to Bullock.