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

Seeing that the bombing attack from the sky weakened as part of the school's defense network was restored, Bullock sent a few people and idlers to run errands with peace of mind. When the last backup power was turned on, the school's defense system that was inexplicably hacked was finally activated. , continuously sending out interference wave frequencies.

The bombers circling above and the armed warships staying around the island ceased their fire, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With a dozen or so followers, Bullock brought back the weapon supplies he had been thinking about day and night.

Clint felt that when Brock handed out those dry energy bars, the expression on his face was fierce and reluctant, as if he was going to take out a gun to kill everyone suddenly, and then hugged his gun and energy bars Live forever.

But luckily, Brock held back.

Everything calmed down temporarily. On the way back, Brock gathered some of the lost students and brought them all back to the air-raid shelter.

The most seriously injured practitioner had stopped breathing. Several people who knew him carried the body out and picked a cool place to store it temporarily.

"If they really want to destroy the school, wouldn't it be good to just launch a few missiles? That would blow up the entire island." Clint analyzed worriedly.

Bullock: "Not everyone is as equipped as S.H.I.E.L.D. to fire missiles."

Clint shrank his shoulders a little guilty, although he didn't know what he was guilty of.

Yelena put the laptop plugged in on her lap, called up the shared information inside the red house, and said while flipping through it: "But there are not many armed organizations that can dispatch so many bombers and warships at one time."

"Is there no news from the school office?" Brock finished wiping his pistol and began to wipe his submachine gun.

Xianzhe was also holding a big computer and knocking on the side. She glanced at Bullock and said, "No, not only the school office, but also the other teachers have no news."

Brock raised his eyebrows, a little interested: "This is strange."

"What did you think of?" Yelena asked.

"I can't tell," Brock said, "It's just that my intuition is wrong. You and I will go to the auditorium to see the dead bodies of the teachers in a while."

Yelena was taken aback for a moment, then gritted her teeth and responded.

Instead, Clint touched him, looking dark.

"Are you familiar with those teachers? Why didn't you react at all when you saw them being blown away?"

In a short period of time, Clint didn't have any deep feelings with the teachers, but the sudden death of the person who had smiled and greeted him a moment ago still made him feel depressed and uneasy.

On the contrary, Bullock felt that he was even more strange: "Why don't you wait until you survive the attack and then react, can't you hold back?"

It was rare for Yelena to feel the same way as the Clint she looked down upon, and she raised her ears curiously when she heard this.

Clint chokes a little, tearfully asking: "So will you react later?"

Brock said hard-heartedly: "Of course not, death is death, do you think I will have any reaction to a pile of rotten meat?"

"Didn't you ever think that you would die one day?" Clint tried to compare his heart with him.

"Of course, no one is immortal. You want to be beaten for talking so much nonsense?" Bullock stood up and said, "Yelena, let's go."

In some respects, Bullock really lacks the ability to empathize, it is difficult to feel the pain of others, he can't even feel his own pain, just like the evaluation given to him by the psychologist at the school hospital: "People's dependence It builds up from infancy, and babies who don't get a sense of responsiveness and security from their parents can become cold and distant, and the dependence of others on you or you on others is a heavy burden."

Yelena turned off the page on the screen and left behind Bullock's butt.

After they evacuated from the auditorium, the building was turned over and over again and was bombed several times. The broken bricks and stones covered the ground and piled up hills as high as a person. It was very difficult to find a complete body.

Bullock and Yelena rummaged through it very carefully, and it didn't take long to find the skull mask that imitated the master.

As for the man next to the mask who was smashed beyond recognition, with black and white rags hanging on his body, he was probably their principal.

Bullock lifted his head, looked at it, touched it again, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, I still want to know what he looks like."

"It's said that she doesn't look very good." Yelena touched her face with a little pride in her tone.

"The auditorium is in the open air. I really want to kill everyone. Isn't it more efficient to use a bomber to drop bombs? It's so close to the airport. When they bomb the airport, they should find us all gathered—fuck!" Bullock quickly pulled up Battle mask.

While speaking, a puff of reddish smoke circled around the ground like a vine of a plant, and after encountering obstacles, it quietly climbed up along the legs of the two of them.

The two Omegas didn't even think about it, and ran straight to a place where there was no smoke.

The speed of the smoke spreading behind him was not fast, stretching his endless limbs unhurriedly, and shaking tremblingly with the sea wind on the island.They seem to be rising tides, spreading to the entire island in waves with regular rhythms, and they will cling to people when they see them.

After more than ten minutes, the two had nowhere to hide.

Bullock and Yelena tried to hold their breath.

But nothing happened, they climbed down after circling around the two of them a few times, merged into the large group and left without interest.

"What is this?!" Yelena was still in shock.

Brock knelt down and touched the reddish smoke. Those things had no shape and flowed easily through his fingers.

"Go back and ask someone from the magic department," Brock licked his sharp canines with the tip of his tongue, "things are getting more and more interesting."

He recalled the corpses that had been dug out—the teachers who used to hide their real appearances with masks like the imitation masters. Without exception, their heads were blown up so that they couldn’t see their original appearance. Only the iconic uniforms on their bodies could identify their identities. , while other teachers who show their faces aboveboard on weekdays have some heads that are intact and can be identified by their appearance.

Are they really all dead?Did you forget to hide your secret identity after death?

Although the touch of flesh and blood couldn't be more real, Brock was deeply suspicious.

When they returned to the air-raid shelter again, everyone sat quietly in the reddish smoke, as if nothing had happened.

And their taciturn instructor was standing at the entrance with a gun in his hand. Seeing them coming back, the Winter Soldier gave them an indifferent glance and said, "The wounded are dead."

Brock went in and saw that the remaining six wounded were neatly placed horizontally on the ground, their faces were blood red, and the wounds were entangled with the red smoke just now.

He stretched out his hand to open his eyelids and saw that his pupils had dilated and blood was all over the white of his eyes.

The eyeballs of the girl whose palm was blown off turned red.

Rollins walked over, his sympathetic eyes swept across the corpses on the ground, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little dry: "All the wounded who were exposed to the red smoke died, and the process was very fast, less than half a minute. It's okay to inhale the fumes, and we suspect that they won't be able to penetrate the skin barrier just yet."

"Well, I see," Brock closed their eyes, "Where are the brothers and sisters from the magic department? Are you in touch?"

"No, no." Rollins was slightly taken aback.

"Then find out if there is anyone alive in the magic department," Brock frowned, "What are you all doing here? Sitting and waiting to die! If anyone wants to die, I won't stop him, so hurry up and shoot him in the head For a moment, don't be an eyesore! Sage! Find out where the air purification system in the college is still working, and we will start to transfer."

Brock, who was so angry, brushed his hair irritably, but a steel arm suddenly handed over a paper map.

"The air purification system," said the Winter Soldier, displaying his qualities as a top agent, pointing with his other hand to the red circle marked by him on the map, "I don't know if it can still be used."

"Sage, go to the logistics system and look at these places," Brock turned to look at the Winter Soldier, "Since you found out, why didn't you go first?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a while, and said: "The task given to me by the boss, let me cooperate with you, you are the commander, you decide."

He rarely uses long or complex sentences, but his logical thinking is meticulous and his expression is very clear.

The [-] or so people in the air-raid shelter were finally moved to the basement of the training ground. The air purification system is in a fully enclosed space, and the power system is not connected to the Internet, which isolates external network attacks. At the same time, the cables are buried deep underground and have not been damaged.

When they arrived, they found that Xiao, Gen, and their instructor, Riise, had just moved here.

Gen was stuck in front of the computer as if possessed, his fingers were so fast that afterimages were produced, and Xiao was as frowning as he was, and the atmosphere in the team was equally panicked.

Brock picked out the pair of shadow hunter brothers and sisters from the magic department from the crowd.

"Is that red smoke a product of magic?" He didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Yes," said the tall boy with black hair and black eyes, Alexander, "I can feel the magic wave, but I don't know what it is."

Alexander's sister Isabella added: "They seem to have a special reaction with blood, so...until there is a way to find out, injury is tantamount to death."

Brock asked: "Where are the people in the magic department? Are you two left?"

"There are still a few people who have left with the team of the power department." Alexander's breathing became rapid, and he tightly grasped his bow and arrow engraved with magic runes, and said with difficulty, "The others have been unable to be contacted, and they may no longer be there. gone."

"You sort out the magicians you can contact so far, and concentrate on studying that red ghost," Brock ignored his fragile emotions, "By the way, sort out the names of all the living people in the magic department."

Alexander and his sister nodded together, still figured out what was the most important thing now, and turned around to do things.

The captains of the three teams argued over video calls for more than an hour. Xiao and Bullock wanted to organize an assault team at night and infiltrate the warships on the sea surface, hoping to grab a ship and leave here. Send a message to the outside world.

But the ability department launched a counterattack after being bombed. Unfortunately, they were outnumbered, and less than half of them were injured.The red smoke had the greatest impact on them, and the entire team simply downsized more than 20 people. Now their morale is low, and they are unwilling to take any more risks.

The three of them were spitting at each other blushing, but none of them could convince the other.

The rest of the day was a long wait.

There was no rescue, and there was no other movement from the attackers who surrounded them outside. In an atmosphere so calm that it was almost eerie, night came.

Brock is sleeping on the hard floor with a gun in his arms, the Winter Soldier is on the left, Clint is on the right, and Rollins is on the right.

The Winter Soldier is the first to hear the strange noise.

The voice was very weak at first, and he couldn't hear it clearly. He just half-opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly.

Later, the voice gradually became louder, and Bullock also woke up in his sleep.If you have to describe it, the sound at first sounds like the sound of cloth rubbing against the floor, mixed with a little sobbing.

The Winter Soldier and Brock didn't pay much attention, after all, so many things happened during the day, not everyone can sleep.

It was followed by the sound of teeth chewing, not the sound of chewing dry energy bars, but the sound of swallowing and swallowing, the sound of inhaling caused by eating too fast.

The food that person ate seemed to be delicious, and there was some soup, and he made the sound of tsk tsk while eating.

Brock stood up and wanted to see who was eating at night, and it was so fucking delicious, but the bloody smell that suddenly wafted in the air stung his nasal cavity.

A deformed figure silently squeezed into the ventilation duct with a radius of no more than [-] centimeters, only one head was exposed, and half a human calf was still dangling from its mouth.

The viscous blood was dripping, and the figure hurriedly sucked it into his mouth, as if he didn't want to waste it.