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

A year later, Vermont, USA.

A few gray clouds were swimming slowly and feebly, and the sun hung half-dead in the sky like a black-eyed blue that had been punched by someone.

Even the wind is dull, and the fishy and salty water vapor contained in it makes people breathless.

At 06:30 in the evening, Winter Soldier and Clint drove away from the mountain base and stepped into a remote tavern.

The gangsters gathered together raised their heads, and countless unkind eyes pierced over, looking maliciously at these two smooth-skinned little beauties from top to bottom.

Smelling the stench of mixed fish and dragons, Clint couldn't help pinching his nose with a puckered face.

"We're looking for your boss." Clint said in a low voice.

A brawny bald man with traditional Chinese "stir-fried clams" tattooed on his face pointed to the back, and his high-pitched voice, which was extremely inconsistent with his appearance, said loudly, "Boss is waiting for you inside!"

Clint staggered from his sudden dolphin noise and nearly went into cardiac arrest.

The two walked cautiously through the crowd amid the deafening heavy metal music, like two high school girls holding their skirts carefully at a prom.

Pushing open the door on the innermost floor, there are a group of upper-class gangsters sitting inside. The environment can be regarded as quiet, and the smoky smell has finally dissipated.

In the crowd, a man wearing only a black vest was sitting in the dim light, holding a light brown Monte No. 4 cigar in his left hand, and dangling a glass of vodka with ice cubes in his right hand. His lips were thin and distinct ,The golden brown eyes are deep and charming, like two burning torches in a dark cave.

Clint could swear to God, the moment he saw the man, the Winter Soldier's eyes lit up.

Mr. Hawkeye, a straight man in the universe, said to his friend, your gay aesthetic is really greasy.

Brock glanced up at them, leaned back, and said with a smile: "Hey, the housewives at the mountain base are out shopping again? Show me the list."

Clint rolled his eyes.

The Winter Soldier didn't say a word, and obediently handed the boss a crumpled white paper.

Brock took a look, squinted his eyes and thought for a while.

He raised his hand and shook it, the cigar in his hand was still smoking, his long black eyebrows raised slightly, and his voice sounded like sand: "No, I will give you at most ten boxes of various types of SMG* and five boxes of PDW* Plus 45 rounds of [-]-caliber ACP bullets, and forget about the rest."

Clint took a step forward: "Let's add three more tiny energy storage bracelets that Stark made himself."

Brock's hoarse voice sounded eerily: "That Semtine* that can only be exchanged for a hundred pounds."

Clint was shocked by his exorbitant asking price: "The technical content of the energy storage bracelet is much higher than that of Mutin!"

Brock, who occupied the commanding heights, sneered: "Go outside and find out, who else would dare to do business with you wanted criminals besides me? If you are capable, you can build an assembly line and mass-produce weapons yourself. , as you know, I’m just a second-hand dealer and I can’t make the decision.”

Middle-aged fat, no, the mid-life crisis version of Hawkeye Clint is obviously not as easy to fool as the rookie Fat Chirp in Bullock's universe.

The Clint of this universe—at least Brock doesn't dare to call him brains.

Clint pulled out a Winter Soldier from behind, put him in front of Bullock with a sad face, and said, "I'll keep him here for you to play for two days, and you can add two more boxes of one-shoulder bazookas to me."

Bullock: "..."

"Deal." The Winter Soldier said bluntly.

Bullock was stunned by this shameless operation like touching porcelain.

"Is he worth so much money?"

Clint patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder, and showed Bullock: "Look at this face, it looks good! This small waist looks good! This hip, these long legs, this..." Clint tried hard Fan the back of the Winter Soldier's head with your hand to create a flowing effect, "This hair is beautiful!"

The straight man Clint uses his lack of language to sell his friends who are not good at words.

The Winter Soldier was not to be outdone, he lowered his head, with Clint's tousled hair sticking to his face, his tone was as usual: "I smell you, your heat—"

The rest of the words were still in his throat, and he was interrupted mercilessly by Bullock: "You can fucking do it, so shut up for me." The man's hand holding the cigar shook slightly, and then he greeted his subordinates, "Lian, you Take the blond boy to get the goods."

Since the million-dollar family wealth of the local tyrant’s father, Iron Man, has changed with Hydra’s political changes, every expenditure at the mountain base now risks being discovered by Hydra, and it is like money laundering in 10,000 people around the world. It took three or four rounds in a bank account before it finally fell into their hands.

This has led to a group of heroes who are used to spending money lavishly, and now they have to search and think about every penny.

Clint nodded in satisfaction when he heard this, and left without looking back. After walking out the door, he couldn't help turning back, leaning his golden head against the door, and said to Brock with some worry:

"Well, although I want you to play for two days," he hesitated, looking at the thinly dressed Winter Soldier, and then at Bullock's naked and exposed latissimus dorsi and biceps, "but Don't go too far, hahahaha..."

The Winter Soldier listening to Clint's smirk: "...you go."

Overseen by a group of strong men with guns, Clint retrieved two suitcases from the trunk of the vintage car.

800 million US dollars, plus three miniature energy storage bracelets produced by the genius Stark.

In exchange for a transport vehicle of the new head snake, he followed Clint up the mountain.

These days are not easy.

Instead, a scumbag like Bullock has gained a firm foothold in this border where fish and dragons are mixed together.

Clint once complained to Natasha angrily, wondering how this man who illegally immigrated from other universes became their arms supplier and climbed over their heads to do his best.

At that time, the red-haired woman was sitting on the sofa with black nail polish, her exquisite eyeliner flying obliquely in the corner of her eyes, and she twisted the cap of the nail polish bottle with her fingertips, thought for a while, and then casually explain:

"Kill everyone who knows how to do business better than him, and make yourself the only choice for everyone."

Clint couldn't help but let out a huh at the time, saying that he, who is well-informed, never thought of such a solution.

"I've seen him before." Natasha's red hair fell loosely on her shoulders. "It's like a wolf that is about to starve to death. Rotten its eyes, it will never let go."

Natasha's description was too specific, which successfully aroused Clint's discomfort. He asked quietly, "Why do you say it as if you saw it with your own eyes?"

The curvy woman stretched her waist, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Baby, you don't want to know what I have done."

Clint pouted: "You know how to scare me all the time."

Natasha hypocritically gave an innocent look: "I thought you were looking for me to chat."

To this day, seeing a group of bastards who are ready to riot on the street at any time, they are as quiet as chickens under Bullock, and he begins to believe what Natasha said - this man must have had a bloodbath Only black and black can stop such a situation.

Seeing Clint leave, the Winter Soldier still stood there with a paralyzed face.

When there is only the last Alpha left in this universe, the Winter Soldier must become Bullock's only choice.Bullock looked at his watch and waved his hands to let his men leave the room.

The Winter Soldier watched them file out one by one, with slightly tensed fingertips and stiff shoulders.

Seeing this, Brock pushed his glass of vodka to the Winter Soldier and asked, "Drink some wine?"

The Winter Soldier, who had been taught by Clint how to drink and have sex, nodded, raised his glass, and took a gulp.

The Winter Soldier didn't speak, but looked straight at Brock.

Brock smokes a cigar, and he stares.

Brock stood up to pour his drink, and he stared.

Brock finished pouring his drink and sat next to him, and he continued to stare.

In the end, Brock couldn't take it anymore, so he put down his glass and approached the Winter Soldier reeking of alcohol.

The principle of Omega estrus - Omega glands release pheromones. When the concentration of pheromones is too high, it will affect various body functions of Omega, making them more suitable for conception, opening the reproductive cavity, implanting eggs, and rich The pheromone taste of Omega will attract many Alphas, this is the mysterious estrus period of Omega.

There are three ways to pass the estrus period, one is to wait for the metabolism to take away the excess pheromones, the other is to use inhibitors, and the third is to have close contact with Alpha.

This is all to return Omega pheromones to daily levels.

Even as strong as Brock, it is difficult to violate the rules of nature for thousands of years. During the one or two days when the pheromone concentration is the highest, his strength, speed, and reaction level will fall to the bottom.Not only did the brain become very dull, but the body also seemed to have been injected with muscle relaxants, and the fighting strength was only about [-]% of its usual level.

These two days are indeed difficult to pass, but it doesn't mean that he is willing to exchange two boxes of one-shoulder bazookas for the help of an Alpha.

Therefore, their behavior today really has other motives and evil intentions.