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

Too many, too many of these monsters.

There are nearly 3000 students, teachers, and staff members in the college, and only a few hundred people have survived so far, and the rest have all turned into monsters covered in blood-red mist.

If they just want to survive, three or two people can still survive in hiding.But those man-eating monsters catch the breath of raw meat, like sharks chasing blood in the sea, precise, ruthless, and fast, and one day they will be inevitable.

"Did you know that the academy graduates no more than 50 people each year?" Xiao's words were still in his ears. Even though he knew that this might be the latest form of the academy competition, the threat of death was still like a sword of Damocles. Hanging high above everyone's head.

"What about the others?" Bullock remembered flicking the blood foam off his boots. For some reason, his sister Selena's face flashed across her mind. She was frowning, and her beautiful green eyes were full of worry and anger. What was yelling at him.

Xiao raised his indifferent and dark eyebrows, and his straight lips parted slightly: "Who knows, maybe they are all dead. The college never sends unqualified graduates to the outside world."

Bullock remembered that one day they were stealing in a bakery and were discovered by their master. Selena dragged him forward and ran away madly. He accidentally tripped and fell to the ground, and a baseball bat hit him Hit him on the back.

Seeing this, Selena drew out the knife, grinning and threatening the shopkeeper. After the shopkeeper left angrily, Brock climbed up from the ground wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, tore off half of the bread in his arms and handed it to Celine. Na, gnawed on the blood.

His life has been cheap and hard since he was a child.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth opened into an arc, and his sharp white teeth gleamed eeriely.

The surrounding waves beat against the shore wave after wave. Several small boats pieced together from the college port were slowly moving forward under the cover of the night. Dozens of people in the backup were hung far behind, silently swimming.

"Attack!" He knocked on the communication device behind his ear, and his deep voice would disappear into the sound of the waves if he didn't pay attention.

Connor Quinn of the supernatural department opened his mouth and screamed silently, and the sound waves that controlled the direction drifted towards the distant warship round after round.

Warren in the sky flapped his wings, ready to forcibly board the ship when the people in the ship were controlled by Connor's sonic attack.

Brock shot out a grapple hook, hung upside down on the metal rope, and climbed vigorously and quickly to the deck. The Winter Soldier followed closely behind him, and the sight of the ship was just blocked by Brock's half body.

It was a great butt, wrapped under the black combat uniform, the shape was round and upturned, but the lines were very tight, and it must have a very elastic touch when it was held by the hand.

Looking up, it is a waist, just because the owner's climbing action is exposed to the air, and there are two deeply sunken mermaid lines on the side, and the abdominal muscles are exerting force, and a few drops of crystal sweat are slightly soaked, reflecting the The moonlight in the sky slipped into the sea.

The Winter Soldier didn't know what was wrong, he stared at the wishbone all the way.

He pinched his fingers and counted the days, thinking that his estrus period might be disordered, and the prolonged freezing messed up his endocrine system.

The cold reality didn't give the Winter Soldier more time to stare at him,

In other corners, the remaining combat teams boarded the ship one after another.

The process went very smoothly without any hindrance.

After all, there is no one on this ship at all.

All the people gathered in the deck operation room looked around blankly. They searched the engine room, weapon storage and living area over and over again, but found no one except their teammates.

Clint was so frightened that his lips trembled, he turned the lights in the operating room on and off, and looked at Brock with a pair of frightened deer-like eyes, who was jumping up and down in the forest at this time.

Bullock uses his heels to figure out what he's trying to say—

"Is this place haunted—"

Brock ignored him at all, but Gen and Xianzhe, two powerful hackers, took the initiative to walk to the computer on the console, and began to check something with a serious face.

In the silence, the atmosphere slowly became tense. An invisible big hand pinched the neck of their last hope, and it was slowly tightening.

"Ha, I see."

Gen suddenly stood up from the chair, the almost crazy obsession on her face suddenly disappeared, and the female Alpha's big and deep eyes were filled with smiles, she walked up to Xiao in a few steps with her long legs , held Xiao's face and kissed it, intimate and relaxed.

"Trust me, dear." He licked Xiao's lips, and Gen looked affectionately at the woman who was a head shorter than her. And decisively shot towards Xiao's chest.

Afterwards, Gen picked up his lover's limp corpse, walked to the edge of the deck, and shot himself at the same part of his body. The two fell back and fell towards the ocean.

It all happened so suddenly that no one even had time to stop Root from killing Shaw.

"Who can explain what's going on here?" Someone asked dumbfounded.

"She might be possessed by a ghost." Clint swears, plausibly.

Yelena covered her face: "It's over, the smartest among us is also crazy, we are completely hopeless."

A burly, brown-haired Alpha gritted his teeth and stared at Bullock. He stretched out a finger and said loudly: "It's all because of you, we boarded this ghost ship only after listening to your plan. Without you, we would still be safe underground!"

A short man next to the brown-haired Alpha stepped forward, his eyes full of malice: "You sent us to a dead end with your own hands!"

The resentment and injustice that had been smoldering on weekdays broke out one after another at this moment.

"It's just an Omega for people to fuck. He really takes himself seriously." The brown-haired Alpha panicked under Brock's cold gaze.

On the contrary, Yelena was the most angry Omega. She raised her hand, and the miniature shot tied to her wrist. The gun was aimed at him, and she said angrily: "I think you don't want to live anymore."

The brown-haired Alpha spoke eloquently: "We killed 23 people all the way from the underground to the beach! 23 people!" He repeated the number aloud, raised his arm and dragged the short man next to him, his high-pitched tone suddenly softened, " We are the only two left in our class who are still alive..."

The eyes of the people around him swept back and forth between Brock and the two of them, wondering and uncertain.

Brock bit the soft flesh on the inner wall of his mouth, and laughed angrily: "Idiot."

Sage who was sitting next to the computer ignored the weird atmosphere around her and focused on the computer, but at this moment she withdrew her hand and burst into tears. She crossed her arms and retracted like a quail just hatched. In the eggshell, he said sobbingly: "I'm sorry, I can't find anything, no communication history, no signal, nothing, too clean..."

In a desperate situation, the cry of a companion is probably the most debilitating thing.

Brock smiled, loaded the gun, and the click was particularly harsh in the silence, and the brown-haired Alpha flinched like a nervous reflex.

The Winter Soldier took a step forward, stood in front of Brock, and walked straight out of the operating room.

The sound of the electromagnetic gun firing sounded outside.

Brock reacted and rushed out immediately. Outside, a group of ogres were walking chaotically, setting up a ladder made of flesh and blood, and climbing onto the boat one by one.

What followed was a grueling and grueling fight.

The ship's weapons system was disrupted by the waves fired by the academy's defense system, and they were completely unusable, and they shot themselves in the foot again.

Those monsters seemed to have developed some wisdom as their numbers increased. They were no longer obsessed with swallowing flesh and blood, but gradually closed the encirclement as if someone was directing them.

The blasting arrows in Clint's hand were the first to run out. He nimbly dodged the attack, and finally hid in the engine room at the bottom of the ship. He was gradually left behind by the breakout troops. He stayed alone in the empty darkness. Instead, he Calm down, open the oil barrel next to him to wash off the blood splattered on his body, and sit silently on the ground holding the bow and arrow.

He didn't know how long he stayed, but he saw the dawn outside the small window.

Hunger and thirst had stalked him, but Clint was still drawn to the majestic sunrise in front of him.

The clear sky pierced through the broken clouds again, and once again looked down at the blue sea waves. The silver line on the sea level was white and shining, and the big trees on the edge of the island were full of green, crowned by the rose-gold sun, standing upright in the sky. under.

Clint couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch the glass, reluctantly.

The next moment, a blood-red face slammed against the glass, and Clint recognized it as Yelena's face.

He closed his eyes in despair, and his body slid to the ground.

After half a minute, he opened his eyes and bit off his last bite of the energy bar. Exhaustion was like a swift virus, occupying all his cells, and he had no choice but to fall into a deep sleep.

Just after the sun rose and set again, Brock and the Winter Soldier took refuge on a subway train.

Deadpool has long since disappeared, and there is only a Winter Soldier who is no different from a mute, and Brock's head is still thinking about where to get food.

The materials in the basement of the training ground were blown up together with the man-eaters inside, and the academy had long been turned into ruins.

Maybe prey can be found in the tropical jungle around the island, but I don't know if those man-eaters have eaten them long ago.

Brock wiped his face.

I eat bugs to survive.

"If I hadn't died, I would have turned into a monster," Brock looked at the Winter Soldier, "you would have killed me as a food reserve."

The Winter Soldier looked at him too, and shook his head slowly.

"No, I'm not afraid of death."

The cold killer took off the mask he had been wearing all along, revealing the soft face hidden underneath.

Bullock just took one look and laughed.

He looks a lot like Selina, with messy clavicle hair, two round and big green eyes moist, and an angular but round face. For a while, Bullock's spirit actually relaxed.

"Not afraid of death, what are you doing alive?" Brock asked.

For Hydra, the words came to his lips, but the Winter Soldier didn't say anything.

"It seems that both of us are the same," Brock, who was sitting on the ground, swept the Winter Soldier's metal arm, "neither knows why we are alive."

The Winter Soldier's fingers twitched slightly.

Brock didn't know why his head was cramping, maybe it was just because he was so thirsty.

He leaned over and gently licked off a drop of blood that was winding down on the metal arm.