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

"In reality, who would go to the battlefield without weapons and supplies?"

A few days after Brock's complaint to Shaw, they were met with the world's newspaper.

The bombardment outside seemed to never stop, and all the surface buildings of the college were blown to pieces. The few wounded in the air-raid shelter had no first-aid supplies, and the blood could not be stopped.

After confirming the locations of Rollins and several people, obtaining weapons supplies became the most urgent task.

Bullock called Clint and Yelena to discuss the route.

The straight-line distance from the underground air-raid shelter next to the auditorium to the conference room is about 6000 meters. It takes 25 minutes to walk, and about 10 minutes to run at full speed. However, the nearest road is the main road of the school. The bombers patrolling in the sky locked on.

The basement of the training ground where Rollins is hiding is even further away.

"You can't take the main road," Bullock denied this road, "doing so is going to death."

Yelena and Clint appraised their own strength and the strength of the opponent's firepower, and agreed with each other deeply.

Several people began to mark and draw on the electronic map, trying to find a safer path.

Just when Bullock decided to detour from the tropical jungle on the western edge of the island, the sage of the logistics department ran over excitedly, waved the tablet in his hand, and told Bullock: "Captain, I have repaired part of the school's logistics. The software runs the program, and a section of the outage subway can be used!"

Bullock seized the time and asked, "Which section can be used?"

Xianzhe clicked on the background program, and said with bright eyes: "The section from the airport subway entrance to the cafeteria is about 4000 meters!"

Brock went through the route in his mind, wishing he could hug Sage's clever little head and kiss him hard.

"Can you fix more of the subway?" Clint asked eagerly.

Xianzhe glanced at a few people with some embarrassment, and explained sternly: "Most of the power supply on the island has been cut off. Just now the emergency power supply was suddenly turned on, so I took the opportunity to board the school's internal logistics system. The current power operation is only I can support this section of the subway.”

Bullock caught the point, and he didn't know much about the college's logistics system, so he asked: "Is there only one backup power supply in the college?"

"There are five places, all of which need to be activated manually," Xianzhe said, "but three backup power sources are enough to support the normal operation of the academy for five days."

The Winter Soldier, who has been silent for a long time, flashed behind Brock like a ghost, wearing a combat mask that has never changed for thousands of years, blinking a pair of big green eyes without emotional fluctuations, and said plainly: "I can go with you .”

Bullock glanced at him and said nothing, but just picked him up when making the battle plan.

Several people made quick decisions and had a clear division of labor. After searching for the weapons carried by other people in the cave, they were ready to go.Brock's black armed belt was crossed on his chest, with a few small pulse guns hanging on it, and the gunpowder smoke that hadn't wiped off his face was still stained.

Seeing that they had packed up, everyone's eyes could not help but focus on Brock, the leader.

Bullock stared back at them all fiercely, and signaled the few people at the entrance of the cave not to relax, and don't fucking patronize him to see him not doing business.

A girl sitting on the ground grabbed Bullock by the hem of his clothes and said weakly with a pale face, "Thank you."

Half of the girl's palm was blown off, bloody flesh hanging from the ends of her limbs, wrapped in cloth strips torn from her clothes, blood dripping wet the light gray cloth.

Bullock had met her a few times, she was a logistics student.

He wanted to tell her that he didn't do it to save her, that first aid supplies and weapons supplies would be needed at any time, and that he wouldn't bother her when he really had to run for his life.

But looking at the earnest eyes of everyone, he just patted the girl's good hand, and said a word of support.

He left Yelena to look after the house, took Clint and the Winter Soldier out of the cave, and went straight to the subway entrance at the airport.

Clint is an archer who is talented in agility, and the Winter Soldier doesn't have to worry. The three of them don't have a fuel bottle. Although there is a lot of gunfire outside, they are faster than when they came here. They finished the short walk in less than 3 minutes. 300 meters away.

The entrance to the subway was uncovered and blocked by rubble. Clint took the initiative to take over the role of guard, and Brock blasted a passage with a few miniature grenades found in the loot.

A few people walked in with their waists bent. The building materials used in the subway were explosion-proof and explosion-proof, and it was underground, so there was no damage.

There are also a few students hiding here scattered here and there.

Clint had a few words with them, but got nothing useful, so he turned around and boarded the short-distance subway every 5 minutes.

The subway was very empty, only the sound of the mechanical movement and the rustling of the wind outside could be heard, Clint felt the surroundings were chilly, couldn't help shivering, staring at dead fish eyes and said: "This scene seems to be terrifying. Oh, there must be a ghost coming out at this time."

Brock paused while counting the bullets, without raising his head, he said, "Don't worry, you are the one who died first."

Clint glanced at him resentfully, and couldn't help but move towards him.

Feeling the popularity around him, Clint felt a little relieved. He leaned against Bullock and looked around.

"Uh... there seems to be a dead body in the corner over there." Clint poked Bullock.

Brock got up to take a look, then walked back calmly, telling Clint: "Don't make a fuss, it's Deadpool."

Clint said kindly: "Then we don't care about him?"

"Whatever he does, let him lie there, he won't die anyway, but he will come alive and be a monster all day long." Bullock breathed heavily on Clint's head, trying to pat the water out.

"Baby, your heart is so cruel, please give me a warm hug to comfort my top butt that has been split into eight petals, imitating the heartless master, after I go back, I will &%#☆... .Oh, by the way, that green-eyed sweetheart over there is so cute, why don't you introduce me? My intuition tells me that the two of you will get into bed, and then don't forget to share my share!" Deadpool opened his eyes violently. He opened his eyes, dragged a broken leg, and crawled hard on the ground with his arms. Under the ragged red and black uniform covered by the uneven skin, a kidney leaked from the disemboweled abdomen, passing through several blood vessels and the body The lotus root is broken.

There were two crooked bloodstains behind him, chattering non-stop while crawling.

Seeing the scene in the horror movie appearing in front of him, Clint couldn't help but jump.

Seeing the approach of the unknown object, the Winter Soldier saw Clint's frightened look, subconsciously raised his arm and shot Deadpool's head with a bullet.

Deadpool hit the street again, and the world quieted down.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Brock patted the Winter Soldier's shiny silver arm and said approvingly, "Good job."

The Winter Soldier remained silent, and stood behind Brock again.

Clint wants to cry but has no tears: "..."

Bullock reminisced about the wonderful cold metal touch on his hands, and couldn't help rubbing his fingers.He began to think, if he joins Hydra, can Red Skull give him an identical metal arm?He can actually ask for less salary...

Time flies, and when Bullock is drowning in the metal arm of the love of his life, the subway has arrived.

The Winter Soldier got off at the student dormitory station first, and went to manually restart the backup power supply located downstairs in the student dormitory.Brock took Clint to sit for two more stops, planning to go to No. K teaching building to turn on the second backup power supply together, and then meet with Rollins.

The second round of bombing from the sky gradually weakened. Brock observed the situation and frowned tightly, feeling more and more ominous in his heart.

Because in a war, when the all-round bombing is over, the attacker will send ground troops to harvest the battlefield.

The teaching building is an ordinary reinforced concrete building, which is now in disarray, scattered all over the place, with corpses buried in different poses, and the sun at nine o'clock in the morning in the distance shines directly on the face, full of heat.

Bullock's sweat mixed with gunpowder smoke and dust, flowed over the eyes and the small wounds on his face, stinging slightly.

He couldn't do the same thing again this time, the buildings here collapsed too thoroughly, without professional blasting skills, the bombing would only get worse.The two put on gloves, moved bricks one by one, and avoided the shells that fell from the sky from time to time. It took almost half an hour before they found the entrance to the underground power distribution room, went in and pulled down the wrench.

"Brock," Clint called his name on the way back to the subway entrance, "is there any class in school today?"

"I don't know, you can ask the sage."

Clint typed a few words on the communicator, scratched his head after getting an answer after a while, and said: "There are still some classes that have classes, which is strange. It stands to reason that they should hide in the basement, but There's no one in the basement."

"If the firepower is strong enough, a building will be knocked down within five seconds-basically no one can escape." Bullock analyzed.

Clint, who was inexperienced, let out an oh and didn't ask any more questions.

After getting on the subway, Bullock suddenly received a text message from Xiao: You restarted the backup power?Where are you now?

The female Alpha was as crisp and neat as ever.

"On the subway."

"Need your help, turn on all backup power, so that Root can repair the shield of the academy and isolate the attack from the sky."

"The bombing intensity has weakened a lot just now, is it because you repaired part of the shield?"

"That's right, and you need to help me take care of those brats in the investigation department first, don't let them all die, it will take a long time on my side."

Bullock put away his cell phone, feeling comforted, only felt that there were still some reliable teammates in the world, and his survival was hopeful.

"By the way, I found something wrong, and we will meet and have an interview." Xiao lost the news after sending the last text message.