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

10 minutes passed.

Winter Soldier and Brock's third breakout failed.

The opponent's firepower is too strong, and their vigilance is also high. As long as the two of them dare to open the protective cover and stick their heads out, bullets like a rain curtain will pour down with the sound of the wind.

If it wasn't for the Winter Soldier who silently glanced behind him when Coulson was typing in the password, they probably would have survived in this bunker-like safehouse until the end of their lives.

Coulson's dead body in the secret passage was on the spot, and the three idiots in the room looked at each other.

"Damn it," Bullock said, taking off his shirt and stitching the wound on his back with a needle, very annoyed, "Did you pee on the head of the Red Skull, or did you fuck Lady Hydra? Like a shit-smelling dog that just bites you?"

Rick, a civilized scientific worker, opened his mouth and got lost in a bunch of obscenities that should be silenced for a while, so he closed his mouth wisely and shrank back obediently in his sitting posture, so as not to spray his saliva on his own. face.

"I'll do it." The Winter Soldier looked at the wound that was stitched by Omega like a centipede with teeth and claws, and the wound that burst open with his movements from time to time, feeling a little disgusted.

The Winter Soldier quickly changed to a clean needle, squinted his eyes and put on the medical sutures, skillfully and professionally, stitching up the flesh of the opening little by little.

The bright red blood was flowing on the tight and elastic wheat-colored skin, and the sound of Omega's suffocated gasping in the throat was heard. The two were so close that they could smell the surging hormones on each other's body. The Winter Soldier couldn't help but lick Lick dry lips.

Then he started biting at a small piece of dead skin sticking up from the corner of his mouth.

"My mouth is broken." Like a programmed robot, the Winter Soldier habitually reported his physical condition.

Bullock glanced at it, and laughed back angrily, saying indiscriminately: "Hey, I'll buy you a lip balm when I go out later, milk-flavored."

The Winter Soldier nodded in satisfaction, "Yes."

Rick looked around like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and felt more and more that Brock was really unfathomable.

Soon, Rick knew what it means to be sinister in the world and what it means to be empty in hell and the devil in the world.

Brock pulled out a box of cigarettes thrown by someone who didn't know who threw them from the bar drawer. Amidst the smoke, he tapped Rick with his hand and said, "Throw him out, Hydra's target is not the two of us anyway. "

The Winter Soldier agrees.

"No, don't..." Rick, the little chick held in the hands of the butcher, shook his head vigorously, "I'm still quite useful!"

Resistance is futile.

The little chick fought back: "Bucky, you are not human! I even spoke for you in the court trial! You were pushed against the wall by the black widow and beat me up, and you got into a fight!"

The Winter Soldier with a debt of conscience: "???"

Bullock was overjoyed. He looked left and right, and finally picked up a bundle of medical bandages and tied Rick tightly.

Seeing that the deal was done, Rick swallowed his saliva and made a decision after learning from the pain.

He looked at Bullock pitifully with his round eyes, and said, "I am willing to go out and surrender without tying me up, as long as you give me something."

Bullock raised his eyebrows: "You're already like this, what's left for a deal?"

Rick was heartbroken: "Do you think you can get away with it? The Bucky of this universe has been killed by Hydra, and you escaped with me and killed so many Hydra soldiers. In their eyes, you You and I are already in the same group!"

Bullock really felt that the brain circuit of the technical staff was in conflict with him.

He patted Rick on the head: "This has something to do with you asking me to deliver things for you."

Rick's nervous reaction has been completely smoothed out by the hardships of survival, he choked, stared at the dead fish eyes and said: "You help me give Iron Man something, the heroes who didn't vote for Hydra will naturally regard you as allies , to protect you."

"And I will take the initiative to lure Hydra away," Rick sighed, "I guess, my cooperation will increase your chances of successful escape."

Just as Brock wanted to think carefully about the pros and cons, a sizzling sound like cooking oil hit his eardrums, and the hard titanium alloy shield outside the safe house began to crumble.

"K30 metal etchant, can dissolve all metals except vibranium and adelman alloy within 5 minutes." After finishing this sentence, Rick looked at the front as quietly as a chicken, and his thin back seemed to say no. It's tragic.

"Okay," the Winter Soldier replenished the bullets on his body, then reached out his hand to Rick, "give it to me."

Rick's eyes lit up slightly, so bright and expectant that it made every hair on the Winter Soldier's body uncomfortable.

His vision seemed to penetrate the ruthless killer in front of him, and he saw the old man who fought side by side countless times.

Bucky in their universe was once an unfortunate man full of holes and blood, but he proved with his own sacrifices and sacrifices that the world is still open for great souls.

The restlessness, anger, and fear surging in Rick's heart were strangely quiet at this moment, and he said, "It's in my coat pocket, take it yourself."

There is only a flash drive in his pocket and an old yellowed photo of a shy man standing at the laboratory table, shaking the green liquid in the test tube intently.

"That's Bruce," Rick said to himself. "He got killed too."

The Winter Soldier stuffed the photo back into Rick's pocket, and with a slight force on his arm, he tore off the bandage wrapped around Rick's body.

Rick adjusted his bright red baseball uniform, stepped on a pair of dirty sneakers, and walked out the door with his hands raised.

Two Hydra soldiers with guns ran forward, raised their guns and signaled him to kneel on the ground.

Rick gnawed a mouthful of mud amid the pushing and shoving.He lowered his head and spat out two tooth-sized miniature flashes. Then he grabbed the soldier's calf on the left with all his strength, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to drag him to the ground.

The sudden burst of light tore the retinas of everyone present, and they groaned distortedly. Time and space seemed to have stopped in these ten seconds, but they could clearly feel the wind blowing and the insects moving. floating.

By the time the Hydra put down their hands covering their eyes, the Winter Soldier and Brock were nowhere to be found.

An inconspicuous helicopter arrived late at this time, and slowly landed in front of the destroyed safe house, and the propeller rolled off green leaves.

A blond man in a blue uniform came down.

His steps were firm and steady, and he was not in a hurry. He was holding a red and blue shield with stars printed on it. The piece of metal reflected the sunlight, shining brightly in the forest like a flame.

Rick opened his eyes, only to see a blurry figure in front of him.

He couldn't control his physical reaction and burst into tears.

"Captain," Rick grinned, "you're here."

Steve bent down and helped Rick up from the ground, his arms were still so strong, as if he was the same childhood idol who comforted people in nightmares, or the leader who never gave up hope in desperate situations.

"Why bother, Rick, make yourself like this." Steve sighed softly, and turned his hands behind his back to signal the Hydra to stay still for the time being.

Rick shrugged and let himself lean on Steve's shoulder, he smiled: "BlaBlaBla, you're not going to preach again, you know it's useless."

Steve looked directly into Rick's eyes, and his voice was sincere and sweet: "As long as you are willing to say that slogan, it doesn't matter even if it is against your will, I will let you live."

"Hydra..." Rick lowered his eyelids and sighed, "Go to hell!"

Steve turned his back and ordered, "Shut him to death row prison."

Rick was still dizzy at this time, and suddenly lost his support. He couldn't help shaking his head, and then he was grabbed by a group of Hydra soldiers, behind his back, and escorted forward.

The uneasy prisoner suddenly burst out laughing.

"Listen, Captain! I know this is not the real you. No matter what they did to you to make you the ghost you are now, I will never give up on you! I know the real you, and I will definitely miss you The way to turn defeat into victory.”

Steve's forward steps seemed to be stumbled by something. He was facing a ray of sunlight leaking through the gaps in the branches, and his back was a little stiff.

Rick fights it out, he's damned hellish at this moment.

"Because, because you have always been my hero!"

Steve's blue and somewhat greenish eyes rolled away, and for some reason, he also shed tears.

"You are my friend, it doesn't matter if you don't understand me at this moment, but when the day finally comes when Hydra will make the world a better place, you will say that slogan with all your heart and soul, Long live Hydra!"

After finishing speaking, he boarded the plane step by step, without looking back, the helicopter flew towards the blue sky, shattering the flimsy clouds.

800 meters away, the Winter Soldier lurking in the grass tightly clenched his high-powered binoculars.

Watching Steve go far away, he crushed the binoculars, his headache was splitting, and his fingers twitched as if he had experienced an electric shock.

The chaotic memories kept flashing back, and he searched for his exhausted memories over and over again.He was eager to know his past, just like devout Christians often looked longingly at the place where Jesus was crucified-their holy city Jerusalem after praying.

"That blond man, I know him." The Winter Soldier grabbed Brock's arm with such force that he almost crushed his bones.

"What happened to you crazy?!" Bullock had a bitter face, trying to break free with all his strength.

The Winter Soldier just said softly, "I know him."

"Let go of me! Fuck!" Brock felt the slight cracking sound of bones breaking, and took out the gun with his right hand, and pressed it against the Winter Soldier's forehead.

"If you don't let go, I'll shoot you!"

The Winter Soldier's hands were shaking violently, his head was blank, and the fragments of his thoughts that had been shattered by electric shocks and brainwashing rushed out. He didn't even care about the cold gun that was pressed against his forehead.

The wound on Omega's back was torn open by violent movements, and the thick blood was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, viciously piercing the Winter Soldier's heart.

The familiar smell of blood, the familiar smell of pheromone in the blood, and that omega with golden brown eyes.

And that broken sentence: "Bucky...please, Maria...save Maria, please save her..."

The Winter Soldier instinctively sniffed the golden-brown-eyed man carefully. He bound Brock tightly with his other hand, searching for the familiar pheromone.

Finally, the tip of his nose landed on the back of the Omega's neck.

The smell of rum fermented by the temperature of the skin is particularly good, making people feel warm and slightly drunk. The Winter Soldier can't help sticking out the tip of his tongue, wanting to continue sipping.

Feeling Alpha's fangs gently sliding over his Omega glands, every muscle in Brock's body tensed up, the muscle fibers were tightly twisted together, and the sutures of the wound were completely stretched under the pressure of the hard muscles Suddenly, he burst out with astonishing strength and rushed out of the locked arms of the Winter Soldier.

He shot through the artery in the Winter Soldier's leg.

"If you dare to mark me," Bullock put down his pistol and picked up a heavy machine gun, "I swear I will beat you into a pile of meat that rots in the ground, and you can't even pick it out."

The Winter Soldier looked up at him, his gray-green eyes still out of focus.

After speaking, Bullock was facing the Winter Soldier, holding his gun and stepping back step by step.He had already wanted to kill at this moment, but unfortunately, even with the weapon in hand, he was not 100% sure that he could kill the Winter Soldier successfully, so he could only compromise and choose a strategic retreat.

The Winter Soldier knelt on the ground, and the dizziness caused by the massive blood loss woke him up instead. He held his blood loss point and began to stop the bleeding by squeezing.

In the gap, Bullock had disappeared from his field of vision.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the depths of Brock's wolf-like eyes, the Winter Soldier, like the best hunter, has caught a trace of fear that he never shows easily.