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

The Winter Soldier fired a shot at the man.

This succeeded in waking everyone up, but the figure opened its mouth and let out a scream, and squeezed out from the ventilation duct. The jelly-like blood-red smoke lingered around him, and the bullets entered it like being trapped in a viscous air. Mire, the speed suddenly slowed down.

Seeing this, Bullock and the Winter Soldier set up the electromagnetic pulse gun on their shoulders at the same time, and the people around them dispersed quickly.

The electromagnetic cannon bombarded the figure, and it took five shots to disperse the substantial smoke on it, and another shot passed, and the monster that was neither human nor ghost was smashed into pieces, and then exploded violently. Open, blood splatters.

Brock and the Winter Soldier looked at each other.

Brock approached a little closer, and said in a low voice, "I saw its face clearly when the fog cleared just now. It's the female cadet whose palm was blown off in the air-raid shelter this morning."

The Winter Soldier nodded, indicating that he had seen it too, and Brock went on to say, "I need to go out and have a look, do you want to come with me?"

The Winter Soldier said nothing, just nodded again.

Brock asked his subordinates to obey Xiao's command for the time being, and when he was about to go out, Rollins grabbed the armed belt on his back, blinked a pair of black eyes a few times, and said hesitantly: "I will also go with you .”

Brock frowned: "You stay."

Rollins hummed, then said in a low voice, "I have something to tell you."

"It's very important." Seeing that Brock didn't let go, Rollins looked at him eagerly, his eyebrows drooping pitifully, "It's really important, but I can't say it here."

"Okay," Bullock tightened his arm belt impatiently, and waved his hand to signal him to follow quickly.

Xiao sent a few people to guard the ventilation duct. Although a few ogres came sporadically, there was no problem for a while.

The three of them did not take the elevator because it was so easily ambushed and there was no option for an escape route.They lined up against the railing of the stairs, the Winter Soldier and Brock opened the way, and Rollins stepped behind, and after solving a few ogres, they came to the ground smoothly.

The man-eating monsters on the ground wandered in groups in the night, and made some strange creaking noises from time to time. The three of them carefully avoided them and scouted the situation.

Bullock obviously felt that the situation was getting worse. There were too many dead people in the school, and they were controlled by red smoke. They patrolled over and over again in every corner of the school, and once they found a single living person, they would swarm them. It takes less than 1 minute to swallow a 70kg man into his stomach, as if he will never be full.

The scene of being eaten alive, even people like Winter Soldier and Brock, whose hands have been stained with countless blood, can't help but feel a chill go straight to the back of their heads.

When they left, the empty bone frame with only hair left slowly stood up, followed the footsteps of the ogre monsters, trembling forward against the wind, and quickly wiped out all the survivors.

"Go back." Like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage, anger rose in his heart, "We can't delay any longer, we must make a decision tonight."

"Hmm." The Winter Soldier glanced at Brock, and for some reason quietly moved towards him.

Even though Bullock was injected with inhibitors, the super soldier has four times the sense of smell of ordinary people, and the winter soldier can still smell a little bit of light alcohol, mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood, which smells particularly good.This reminds the Winter Soldier of every time he returns to the snowfields of Siberia after his mission, the people sent by the organization will take him to drink a glass of vodka. The process is spicy and exciting but warm.

He would drink a few large cups under the surprised eyes of others, the serum quickly dispelled the drunkenness, but the warmth brought by the alcohol did not disappear, so warm that he felt that his cold metal arms were heating up.

Then, with this kind of heat, he was sent back to the cryogenic cabin for maintenance, waiting for the next mission to arrive, to be thawed, and to be implanted with consciousness.But even after countless times of brainwashing and consciousness implantation, he can still recall some fragments of the original memory, his father's neat military uniform, the thin blond boy drawing sketches with a pencil, he was waiting for a letter from an Omega in the bustling military camp, but he I don't know what these memories mean.

The only meaningful thing in his heart is that he is a soldier and an agent, and he uses his own blood and the blood of others to defend the glory and ideals of the organization.

As for why he did this, he didn't know, he only knew that he had to do it.

That smell of alcohol—Rollins didn’t smell it, Clint didn’t smell it, neither did the other Alphas, only I could smell it, the Winter Soldier thought without any fluctuations, I want to taste it after this mission is over This flavor of rum.

His head was distracted, but the Winter Soldier's body was still moving perfectly, the warrior's instinct had already been engraved on every nerve of his body.

When they walked to the entrance of the training ground, Rollins, who had been silent all the way, suddenly grabbed Bullock and untied his belt.

Brock glanced back at him, and threatened: "Idiot, you can easily be found by those monsters who defecate like this, and they will eat you with your shit."

Rollins' tragic expression froze instantly. He quickly took off his pants and explained with a blushing face, "No, no, no, I don't want to defecate anywhere. Look, look!"

Brock saw the wound on Rollins' thigh along the direction of Rollins' finger - the wound was very small, it should have been scratched by shrapnel, the length was only three centimeters, and the depth was less than a finger's width. .

But the wound didn't scab over, nor did it bleed. Instead, it was entwined with jelly-like smoke, and blood-red irregular lines had spread to the waist along the wound.

Unlike those whose limbs were blown off, the wound was too small and superficial.

Rollins couldn't help but shed two lines of tears, and said stutteringly: "I...I may also become those monsters that eat people, I feel very hungry now, you, you should leave me outside, I Even if I'm eaten to the bone, I don't want to become that kind of monster!"

"Well, got it," Bullock patted Rollins on the head, "pull up your pants, we should go back."

Rollins hurriedly put on his pants and stood outside without moving. He opened his mouth and tossed and turned: "Bringing me back will pose a threat to everyone's life. I'm already dead anyway. You should take me back with you." I'm thrown here...I can't go in, they will drive me out if I go in, but I don't want to die..."

Brock was aroused by his rambling words, he opened the door with a key, kicked Rollins in, and shouted: "Who the hell do you think you are, and you can still be angry with everyone?" Threats? Don't give yourself a face! You will open your mouth and talk about it all day long if you don't do something serious!"

Before he could stand firmly, Rollins was pulled back by a metal arm, followed by a burst of gunshots.

There were nearly a hundred people inside, and all kinds of weapons flew around.

While they were away, the underground situation deteriorated rapidly. I don't know how the ogres found the ventilation ducts, filed in one by one, and started a fierce battle with the people who stayed here.

With the loss of one person on one's own side, it is convenient for them to gain a new combat power, and they don't know what is going on outside the locked door, whether there will be more monsters, so they dare not retreat rashly, and the situation becomes very unfavorable.

"Divide into a five-man combat team and withdraw!" Brock shouted behind the gate.

When Xiao got the news, he quickly organized a team. The five-person team that was temporarily organized exchanged fire support, dropped more than a dozen corpses, and withdrew.

Bullock and the Winter Soldier guarded the door, and when the last team withdrew, they quickly threw dozens of extremely powerful electromagnetic wave grenades into the door, locked the door again, and held the door firmly with the anti-gravity device.

The deafening explosion sound rose from the ground two seconds later. The explosion-proof metal dutifully resisted all the shock waves generated by the explosion. Like on a bus crawling on a bumpy mountain road, the whole world is spinning.

The explosion lasted for a full 2 ​​minutes.

After 2 minutes, the only person still standing is the Winter Soldier.

Brock held the key tightly, got up from the ground, and opened the door.

The scene and smell inside is disgusting.

The flesh and blood were spread evenly on the ground and walls like butter putty on a cake. When the combat boots stepped on them, they sank into the entire sole of the sole of the foot, which was soft like stepping on a cloud, but when the foot was lifted, it was very sticky.

The smell of blood was sweet and pungent, which made people feel very uncomfortable physically. Several students from the logistics department vomited it out directly, and the air became even more unpleasant for a while.

"Have you squeezed mango juice? Mango juice is also sticky." Brock didn't respond, and turned to Rollins to ask.

Rollins said with a blank expression, "Stop talking, I'm so hungry now that I want to crawl on the floor and lick all these things clean."

Brock: "You're disgusting."

Rollins: "Obviously you asked me first."

Brock and the Winter Soldier pulled out the anti-gravity shield that had just touched the door, inserted it into the vent, and blocked it tightly.

Everyone came in one after another. After locking the door, Brock found Xiao.

"We must plan well tonight. The vents can only breathe for an hour after they are blocked," Brock said. "We need the help of the supernatural department."

But Xiao pursed his lips, didn't answer his words, but said another thing: "Do you still remember that I told you during the day that I found something wrong?"

Bullock nodded.

"The truth is I've been wanting to tell you, but I can't say it." Xiao looked up at him.

Bullock didn't understand: "What do you mean you can't speak?"

resemble:"#【