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

Bullock was taken aback.

In the definition of a person, the first impression can often occupy a very important position.In Brock's heart, the Winter Soldier has always been the cold killer who beat him and Clint with one hand every day. Although the style of the painting is a bit out of order these days, the cruelty hidden in it is hard to take lightly.

But the Winter Soldier in front of him was like a cat whose hair had been plucked by its owner, confused and soft, and a little ashamed.

Brock's heart, which was harder than vibrating gold, softened slightly.

So he sneered: "Do you feel particularly confused, that your existence is meaningless at all?"

The Winter Soldier was hit in the heart by his words, and hummed lightly.

"Tsk, if you want to follow me, just follow me," Bullock rolled his eyes, "Would you still beat me?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head.

Brock grabbed a pole and could climb up, and continued to ask: "Would you like me to give you a bath?"

The Winter Soldier secretly glanced at Omega's waist and butt, hesitated for a second, then shook his head.

"Then let me steal money to buy you something to eat?"

The Winter Soldier continued to shake his head.

"Then you will do whatever I tell you to do," said the whimsical Brock, "you will kill whoever I tell you to kill?"

This time the Winter Soldier didn't compromise, just narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Brock.

Brock said sternly: "...can't you?"

The Winter Soldier's metal arms clenched slightly.

Brock immediately changed his face, and patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder with a smile: "It's okay, I'm joking."

"Then... can I touch your arm?" Bullock had a longing smirk on his face, unwilling to do so.

Then he was beaten.

Finally, after a lot of haggling, the two finally reached a consensus on their dirty deal. At this time, poor little Rick was sleeping with his head thrown back, twisted in a chair, saliva running down the corner of his face, and struggling from time to time Humming twice.

With great kindness, Brock untied Rick, searched the supplies in the safe house like a plague of locusts, and there was nothing left.

"Drop him here?" the Winter Soldier asked sternly, carrying a huge black backpack.

Brock kicked Rick's round buttocks, and grinned while pressing the corner of his beaten mouth: "Then why don't you take him with you in your bag."

The Winter Soldier gave Brock a troubled look, as if he felt that his request was unreasonable.But then, the Winter Soldier slams the bag to the ground, unzips it, and lifts Rick to stuff it.

Brock: "...Leave him alone, let's go."

It's a pity that this universe seems to be born to be difficult for them.

A flaming red turbine hovering speed car slid across the sky and crashed straight in front of them.

The dark blue sky is like a piece of expensive velvet, with a handful of broken and fluffy off-white clouds floating on it, and a few sporadic orange-red sparks sizzle.

Coulson, who was sitting in the car, fell to the ground, pushed open the airbag, and climbed out of the crushed and deformed car window with his hands and feet.In a daze, he crawled on the ground and took a closer look, and there happened to be four human feet wearing boots in front of his face.

The fugitive S.H.I.E.L.D. agent looked up warily at the man in front of him.

Then his expression became very puzzled: "Bucky? Why are you here? Still with Crossbones?"

Winter Soldier: "..."

Bullock: "..."

Are the Winter Soldier and Brock so famous in this universe?

Bullock took the opportunity to grab the metal arm of the Winter Soldier and turned around to flee the crime scene.

But it was too late, the special laser gun was aimed at them, and the bright red beams crossed and fired, bringing a gust of cold wind.

Bullock had no choice but to take back the leg he had just stepped out, and retreated to the small safe house as a last resort.Under the cold stare of the Winter Soldier, he took out an alloy heavy machine gun from the huge backpack, which was about half the size of Rick.

Bullock picked up the gun and bombarded the group of hydras in green clothes, bringing up a bloody storm and screaming and wailing.

Three seconds later, the unlucky Agent Coulson, who was shot down from the sky, also rolled into the room.

Dragging an injured leg, he walked around the safe house disguised as a small bar, opened the cabinet on the left bar, took out a small metal keyboard from it, and entered several passwords skillfully.

The whole house began to shake, and the concrete floor was broken.

A layer of metal energy shield that can only be blasted by missiles rises from the ground, enclosing the room airtightly.

Not knowing what happened, Rick Jones, who had just woken up, looked at Coulson with a look of surprise, like a little baby seeing himself in the mirror for the first time.

On the contrary, Coulson paled, sighed, and looked very depressed: "You told the captain the password of the planetary shield, right?"

Rick looked left and right, and after a long while, he gave a low hum.

Coulson smiled wryly: "Alpha space team and Captain Marvel can't get in touch."

Brock shook his confused head, and asked without shame: "What are you talking about?"

Agent Coulson, who experienced "my childhood idol blackened into Hydra and wanted to rule the earth", it seems that the three views have long been shattered into glass shards all over the floor.He also doesn't hate Crossbones, the Red Skull's right-hand man, as much as he used to.

After all, Wishbone had helped him just now, killing Hydra all over the place.

Seeing that Coulson didn't speak, and didn't stop him, Rick took the lead in explaining: "A Soviet scholar named Ivan Kragov, he was the first to discover that capturing Queen Chitauri would—"

Bullock interrupted him: "Get to the point."

Rick choked on his tirade.

"In short, Kragoff has developed the first planetary defense shield to protect Earth in the event of an alien invasion."

Brock despairs of Rick.

Seeing this, Coulson opened his mouth and said: "A few days ago, the Chitauri attacked aggressively. Captain Marvel led the Alpha team to meet the enemy and buy time for the activation of the planetary shield."

He gasped heavily, seemingly a little overwhelmed.

"At the same time, I discovered that the captain ... Rogers was suspicious, so I started to track him down, and finally found out that he was secretly using biotechnology to breed the Chitauri queen, which attracted the Chitauri invasion. "

Coulson covered his face, his voice choked: "I have idolized Captain America since I was a child. It is because of him that I wear the S.H.I.E.L.D. badge."

"I know I'll never be able to be like the captain, no one else can...he was the greatest of us, the one we looked up to, the one who guided us to the ultimate victory, he's always been my role model .”

Brock picked up the wine bottle on the bar, snapped it away with his teeth, and splashed Coulson all over his face.

"Wake up, stop dreaming."

Coulson shuddered deeply, and continued tremblingly: "In short, Rogers activated the planetary shield, blocked the Alpha team from the shield, and fell into the battle with the Chitauri. in the bitter struggle of man."

"And in the Alpha team... Quasar, Hyperion, Captain Marvel... They are cosmic-level heroes, and they are the heroes on Earth who are most likely to win the fight against Hydra. "

Brock understood.

Then I couldn't help but deeply admire the Captain America of this universe.

It's not at all the same as the silly blond man with big breasts in our universe.

Really promising.

Want to give him a thumbs up, say you are awesome or something.

Coulson leaned on the table and laughed as if insane: "Heh, he has always been a master strategist. When he is not bound by justice, the world will tremble for him."

Bullock: "..."

Are fans of today so scary?

Feeling the deafening gunfire outside, Bullock lifted Coulson, who had softened into a pool of mud, casually bandaged his leg wound, and then asked: "Is there no secret passage here? We can't stay here forever." it's here."

Coulson's whole body trembled, and he didn't know which sentence stimulated his nerves.

He pushed Brock away, leaned against the wall, and nodded: "You are right, this safe house is the legacy left to me after Director Fury disappeared. Few people know about it. We can enter through the underground passage The forest 1000 meters away, and then leave along the path between the mountains to find the remaining heroes and ring the alarm for them.”

Then he wiped away his tears embarrassingly, and smiled sincerely at Bullock: "Thank you for your willingness to help me, although I don't understand why you suddenly changed your mind."

Bullock: "..."

Which eye of yours sees that I want to help you?

The extremely silent Winter Soldier did not express any opinion, but under Coulson's command, he helped Brock remove the boxes of wine, revealing the door that was blocked in the corner.

After checking the surveillance camera in the secret passage and confirming that the passage was safe, Coulson opened the door of the secret passage with his fingerprint.

Just after pushing away, he looked around, turned his head and said, "Okay, let's go—"

Before the words fell, a slender sharp sword pierced through his chest, right in the heart.

A ghostly red figure flashed past.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Bullock quickly closed the door, his jaw was cut by the point of the sword, and hot blood dripped down the distinct line of his jaw on the ground.

After meeting each other, Bullock recognized who this person was.

"Fuck, it's Deadpool."

Tears welled up in Rick's eyes.

"Like him, I have idolized Captain America since I was a child," Rick murmured, "so when Coulson warned me, I didn't believe him, and I told Captain the password of the planetary shield... It's all my fault."

Bullock was not in the mood to listen to his long chatter, so he pulled the door.

"Now the door can't be opened, we can only break out from the ground."