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

It's weird to say that, but Rick really isn't bluffing.

Brock was hunted down, hunted down by Hydra.

But he still can't figure out why he became "a malevolent clone of Hydra's top agent Crossbones"?

And among all the villains related to Hydra, his reputation is rotten to a stinking piece of shit.

"The Hydra army has invaded the capital of Sokovia. The authorities have surrendered and handed over the keys...including the launch codes of seven former Soviet nuclear warheads that are believed to have been destroyed. If Hydra's rule is not recognized, they will use nuclear bombs Attacking the main target in Central Europe. According to this, the government stated that according to the wartime regulations, the current state of emergency has been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D., which means that Captain America, as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., now takes over the military and federal law enforcement forces command, God bless America."

The black hostess was broadcasting important national events with a serious face, while a group of rotten people in the bar were still drinking heavily.

"If you ask me, the government should have done this long ago!" A muscular man clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "The government is a bunch of useless trash!"

Brock, who was sitting in the corner, rolled his eyes and took a sip from his glass.Feeling the milky taste of toffee wafting from the Glenfarc 105 in his mouth, he reluctantly put down the glass of cheap 60-degree spirits, and kept glancing at the bartender at the bar from the corner of his eye.

I don’t know why, but his proud self-control has become unprincipled in the face of tobacco and alcohol—these items that are extremely harmful to health, just like the Joker meets Batman, and Luthor meets Superman.Brock attributed the reason to the weak willpower of the Omega group. Aren't his Omega counterparts also crazy about sweets and cats?

His teachers must feel sorry for him.

This is a small bar in Brooklyn, New York. The bar is full of messy wine bottles. There are a few stuffed eagles and falcons hanging on the wall. Groups of shirtless and tattooed men say no Clean jokes, smoky atmosphere.

Mr. Rumlow, who let himself go, saw the bartender get up and walked towards the back room, and stood up as if nothing had happened. He pressed two crumpled ten dollars under the cup, and walked over a few steps, with his arms supporting the door that was not closed.

Mr. Bartender is a young man who dropped out of high school. He has dyed a head of colorful hair. It may be Fly. Leaf Fly, with thin arms and legs, pitifully thin, with a face with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of green eyes slightly drooping. With a bit of pale beauty.

The little miscellaneous hair was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Is there... what's the matter?"

Bullock slammed the door shut, looked down at Xiaozamao condescendingly, and raised his eyebrows: "Are you doing business today?"

The little miscellaneous hair looked at Bullock's chiseled face, then at the well-defined muscles on his arms, and suddenly blushed: "I, I won't do that, but if it's you, it's not impossible..."

Bullock was dazzled by this euphemistic expression, and he didn't understand whether "it's not impossible" was okay or not. He lit a cigarette impatiently, and took out five banknotes with the largest denomination from his pocket.

"Can it work? If not, I'll find someone else."

If you don't use the standard appreciation of judging Omega to Brock, he can still be regarded as a very attractive male creature.For young people who are not deeply involved in the world, this kind of tough guy with cold facial features, muscular body and deep eyes is really a walking hormone.

After just one glance, she blushed and wanted to have a room with him.

After opening the room, he would probably fantasize that he is actually a killer with a blood feud, and that he is about to go on a desperate journey with him.

After several powerful inner dramas, with unrealistic fantasies about romance and excitement, this little beauty with no brains looked at the tightly closed door, and then at Mr. "Killer" drumming Strong chest muscles.

He couldn't help licking his lips, stretched out his hand to hook up Bullock's belt, and stared at the black-haired man with half-open drooping eyes.

Bullock: "???"

Immediately afterwards, he climbed up, and a colorful chicken coop hit Bullock's shoulder, and when he bent his legs, he slid down.

While biting his belt, he still looked up and gave Bullock a wink.

Bullock: "Fuck, what's wrong with you?"

and many more……

According to the information he inquired, this bar is obviously a stronghold of the underground black market!

How did his innocent arms deal turn into a dirty flesh deal?

Brock grabbed him by the collar, and was about to lift him up to question him, when the not-so-strong wooden door was kicked open.

A man with a round face and a black mask walked in.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Winter Soldier was slightly taken aback, and his footsteps could not help but pause. An unspeakable emotion rose in his chest, which made him blush and a little angry.

"What are you doing?" The Winter Soldier frowned. "There are a few people following you outside. I'll help you out."

The big villain Brock, who has a very bad criminal nature, is at a loss for words for a moment.

The bartender at Jiwotou gave Winter Soldier a hard look, got up from the ground, and raised his eyebrows: "Sir, this is the warehouse of the bar, and customers are not accepted, please go out."

The Winter Soldier looked at the bartender's green drooping eyes somewhat similar to his own, and became even angrier.

His cold eyes swept across the little beauty's lonely limbs, and he frowned: "Wrong choice, this kind of weak Alpha can't help you get through the estrus period."

With blue veins popping out of Brock's forehead, he turned his head and yelled at the bartender, "I want three [-]cm semi-automatic pistols! Take them out if you have them, I'm not interested in you!"

The little beauty who was murdered had tears in her eyes: "I...I don't sell it. The original bartender is on sick leave. I'll come to replace him for two days. I don't have any stock."

Brock looked at the expression on Winter Soldier's face, "I will help you avoid chasing and killing you, a scumbag, but you are happy outside", and his brain hurt even more.

So he took a deep breath, threw the money still in his hand into his pocket, turned around without saying a word, and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.

As soon as he went out and turned a corner, he saw the dark green trash can move on the corner of the street, and the Hydra, which was stunned and stuffed in by the Winter Soldier, came out rubbing its head, and it happened to meet Brock's eyes one is right.

"Uh..." Miscellaneous Fish glanced at the two companions who were still fainting, and then disappeared without a trace with a scream.

Brock, who wanted to vent his anger on someone: "Fuck!"

He should have taken advantage of the Winter Soldier's illness to kill him that day!

After walking around for a while, Brock, who was drunk, went back to his old business, and took aim at an office worker wearing glasses. After following him for 100 meters, he successfully pulled out a wallet with a cartoon Goofy dog ​​printed on it.

With a light swipe of the knife on his fingertips, the contents of the wallet fell out with a clatter.

"Hey! Mr. Thief!" A person hanging upside down on a tall building not far away stretched out his hand, and a sticky sticky spider silk shot out with a bang, sticking to Bullock's hand.

"Give Goofy back to that poor gentleman!" Peter Parker jumped down the stairs, shouting in a milky voice, trying to stand up for Goofy and bring justice to him.

Bullock, whose left hand was entangled in spider silk, stopped, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Little Mr. Parker was taken aback, and immediately said not to be outdone, "Wow! Your smile just now was really touching! But there are many villains caught by Spider-Man, and you are definitely not the last one!"

Bullock: "Hurry up if you want to fight, don't be verbose."

Arthropod baby scratched its head in embarrassment, pinched its waist for a while, and decided to strike first.

He raised his left hand and shot a ball of webbing straight into Brock's eyes.

Bullock quickly pulled out a few throwing knives from the back of his waist, and the murder weapon with the blood tank flew out accurately and steadily.

At the same time, he turned his body to avoid the sticky mass of biological weapons.

Peter nimbly shot out another ball of spider silk to stick to the wall, grabbed the spider silk with one hand and swung it, and several balls of electric shock spider silk flashing blue light came straight towards Brock again.

Not bad, Brock was a little surprised, he threw a few darts, deflected the spider silk, pulled out the small-caliber pistol stuffed in the holster, and raised his arm to shoot.

Bullock, who could hit the target with his eyes closed, was about to pull the trigger when a cold hand touched it silently.The Winter Soldier grabbed Brock's wrist and stopped him: "He's Spider-Man."

Bullock who doesn't know why: "So?"

The sensitive Peter waved his hand cheerfully: "Hi~ Hello, Mr. Enthusiastic Citizen!"

The Winter Soldier's words are like a tube of toothpaste that has been used to the end, squeeze a little before saying a little: "We promised Rick, help him deliver things to Iron Man, I can't get close to Iron Man under the pursuit of Hydra, But Spider-Man can."

Bullock was shocked: "Didn't you agree to it yourself? What does this have to do with Lao Tzu?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a moment.

It seems so right.

So he grabbed Bullock's arm unreasonably, thought for a long time, and found an excuse: "You stole the wallet first, it's your fault."

Brock was completely defeated by the righteous words of the Winter Soldier: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, can I go? You fucking stop following me!"

So he raised his hands to admit defeat, left the wallet he had just stolen on the ground, and left without looking back.

The friendly neighbor Spider-Man who was left on the sidelines: "Wow! You just said a few words and the thief ran away in anger! So you are also a hot-mouthed hero?"

The Winter Soldier looked at the back of Brock leaving again, leaned forward slightly, and wanted to follow up as soon as he raised his footsteps.

But then he remembered his promise to Rick and turned to look at Spider-Man.

The Winter Soldier, who had been labeled a cannon-hero by others, didn't speak, and licked his lips unnaturally, feeling a little worried about how to explain the truth to Spider-Man.In fact, he doesn't know about Spider-Man, and all he knows is from newspapers and news. Even, the direction of his efforts these days is how to get rid of Hydra and invade the Iron Man at the same time. The building where the hero lives.

So he simply took the most direct method - first he pulled Spider-Man around, and after confirming that no one was watching them, he took off his mask, and when Spider-Man exclaimed "Mr. Barnes, why are you here?" Here!" At that time, he said blankly: "Captain America is Hydra."

Peter: "What???"

Winter Soldier: "Deadpool killed Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Peter: "Impossible!!! Wade is not such a person!!!"

Winter Soldier: "Rick was captured by Captain America, and Captain Marvel was also blocked from the planetary shield by Captain America."

Peter: "You liar!!!"

As a captain who slapped him on the left side of the cheek and stretched out his right side while shouting "Hahaha captain touched my face", Peter Parker was about to cry out of anger at this weird Bucky.