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

"Okay," Bullock looked at the Winter Soldier who was about to suffocate by his pheromone, and didn't tease him again, and simply said, "Let's start, I received the money from the Black Widow yesterday, after an hour of action Into the preparation phase."

"Ah."

The Winter Soldier stretched out his arms in a daze, and rolled up his sleeves. He is wearing a gray jacket today. The hard canvas material is very durable, making his round face extraordinarily delicate. ,Like a high school student who is being abused at home.

Brock looked at his crispness, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and bent down to find a bag of sealed disposable syringes from the wooden cabinet containing wine.

"Press it yourself," Bullock tore open the package with a stab, "By the way, sterilize."

The Winter Soldier snorted, sat down on the swivel chair at the bar, put his arms flat on the table, pressed his metal arm gently for a while, and then asked, "What do you use for disinfection?"

"Forget it," Brock said, "I'll do it."

He poured out a small bottle of iodine and a bag of cotton swabs from the medicine bag, dipped them in with a wooden swab, rolled the cotton swab with a round head very rough a few times, the alcohol evaporated some body temperature, but Bullock was in heat The smell of the approaching date still made the Winter Soldier feel hot and irritable.

The shiny silver needle pierced the skin and penetrated deep into the blood vessel. Brock drew the needle little by little, and the dark red blood in the vein flowed quietly, slowly filling up the large needle with a capacity of 30 milliliters.

Brock lowered his head, his neck and shoulders were facing the Winter Soldier, and the small piece of flesh on the back of his neck seemed to be soaked in strong wine.The Winter Soldier smelled the mellow and sweet smell not far or near, and his head was a little dizzy.

Why did he never think that the smell of Omega pheromones would be so good?

When he was done, Brock pulled out the needle and tossed the Winter Soldier a pathetic cotton swab.

"Is it enough?" The Winter Soldier looked at the man, staring at a pair of moist eyes, not caring that his arm was still bleeding, and said generously, "If it's not enough, then smoke."

Brock sat back on his own sofa, which was in line with the death metal style of the bar, with a strange posture and upturned limbs, and a few fake skulls randomly inserted on the armrests, which looked very eye-catching at first glance, but It unexpectedly matches the man's rough and sexy temperament.

Brock took a look at the Winter Soldier and suddenly became a little interested. While injecting the tube of freshly baked blood full of Alpha pheromones, he poured himself another glass of cold wine and asked inarticulately: " You have been running to me all year, do you want to sleep with me?"

The Winter Soldier was stunned by his sudden straight punch, he subconsciously nodded, then shook his head quickly.

However, Brock was busy and didn't see his head swaying from side to side.

"No..." The Winter Soldier tried his best to organize the words, saying word by word, "I'm not for this, I remember you."

Brock: "...what the hell?"

A year is enough for him to think about some things in the past, and think of the black-haired doctor who missed him.

"I knew Brock Rumlow," the Winter Soldier said matter-of-factly, "he had a daughter named Maria Rumlow, and I could have saved his life once, but... I was just standing there watching on."

After speaking this long paragraph, the Winter Soldier fell into silence again, as if splicing these simple word combinations had exhausted his lonely brain cells.

"What the hell?" Brock asked the same question. "You're so old? You know my mom?"

"Don't tell me that you also had an affair with my mother." Bullock shuddered, and his eyes were once again opened by his mother who had a lot of friends.

Winter·Knowing Nothing·Soldier: "What? No, she was a little girl at that time."

Bullock: "Then you are really old."

Obviously, he wasn't interested in the entanglement between the Winter Soldier and his two generations of ancestors. He pulled out the empty needle and threw it in the trash can. The man with a cold face closed his eyes.

As an AB blood type, Bullock is not worried about the hemolysis reaction caused by randomly injecting tens of milliliters of blood from other people. The only thing that may cause side effects is the super soldier serum of the Winter Soldier.

However, the previous blood transfusions during the estrus proved that the Winter Soldier's blood fused well with his body, and he even felt a slight increase in various indicators of his body.

Alpha's blood is like an aphrodisiac.

Within half a minute, Bullock was burning hot all over.

The pheromone of the Winter Soldier is completely different from that of the master, and it is also different from the Alphas that Brock has been in contact with. The concentration four times that of ordinary people makes Brock a little difficult to resist for a while.

Those familiar smells of ice and snow, cold but corrosive, made him walk naked on the deserted ice field, surrounded by the howling cold wind, and the looming figures of howling beasts in the heavy night.

And beside him, there is a warm human body and a strong support.

Lean over, go to him and you will be safe, you will be saved.

He will protect you, as long as you become his Omega and dedicate your body and loyalty, in the future, he will bear the danger for you, and he will help you block the hail of bullets.

This sound is like the singing of a siren, as sweet as honey.

The Winter Soldier's sense of presence has never been so strong. Brock looked at the Alpha standing beside him in a daze, and the Winter Soldier was also looking down at him intently.

"Stay away from me." Brock gritted his teeth, fierce and angry.

There are roughly two primitive human desires, one is survival and the other is reproduction.And Alpha's attraction to Omega is nothing more than two kinds, one is security, the other is sexual desire.

The look in his eyes almost made the Winter Soldier look hard.

Beneath a cold, upright, dignified and inviolable face is a body full of sensuality and lust, and it would be fatal to glance at it inadvertently.

The Winter Soldier walked over and leaned close to him, not daring to approach him any further. The wound on his thigh reminded him faintly that the Brock in front of him was first a stubble who could turn his face and kill someone at any time, and second was an Omega.

To the Winter Soldier's surprise, Brock bent down, grabbed his collar, and stared at him.

The Winter Soldier looked up, waiting for the kiss that could come at any moment.

After 1 minute, the Omega in front of him gradually stabilized his breathing, let go of him as if nothing had happened, got up and put on a black coat, picked up the cigarette case and took out a cigarette, hesitated and put it back in the original place.

What followed was the charming smell of pheromones on his body.

Bullock's No.20 has five estrus periods, which are resolved in advance.

Even the Winter Soldier can tell Brock doesn't think much of who he's having sex with, so why on earth is he avoiding him like a femme fatale?

"You're scared," the Winter Soldier wondered, "Why?"

Brock's lighter twirled around at his fingertips, the arc of his mouth suddenly became sharp, and his voice was hoarse: "What do people like you know?"

"Stop talking," Brock zipped up his clothes, and stuffed all kinds of throwing knives, daggers, ropes and other small things into every corner of his body. "Go out and do business. The team is ready at this point."

The Winter Soldier stood up, rolled down his sleeves, and smelled the gradually thinning Omega pheromones in the air, feeling a little empty in his heart.

"Don't other people know about this operation?" Bullock pushed open the door. Just as the black combat boots stepped out of the door, the din outside suddenly turned off. After pressing it, they lowered down in unison.

The only thing that is still howling is the heavy metal rock that makes people feel blocked.

"Natasha said to keep it a secret," said the Winter Soldier.

Bullock was a little curious: "I think Clint is quite positive?"

"It's me," the Winter Soldier followed Brock through a wall of muscular men who looked like human figures, "I said the two of us...so I want to stay here for a few days this time down the mountain."

Brock raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face was a little mocking: "Even Clint is hiding it, it seems that even if the blond man with big breasts becomes a hydra, there are still a group of fools who want to save him."

The Winter Soldier kept his mouth shut and made no comment.

After a jaw-dropping thunderous change, the order and rules of the world were ravaged by Hydra little by little, and the mountain base became the last place for all those who opposed the rule of Hydra.At the beginning, everyone supported the collection of all the fragments of the Rubik's Cube, bringing Captain America, who was brainwashed by Hydra, back to the world, and returning everything that was wrong by using the Rubik's Cube's ability to "modify reality".

But not all are determined enough.

Firm enough to see his comrades die tragically in front of him one by one, and stand on tiptoe just to meet an illusory hope.In front of the world and reality, the former idol has become insignificant with the fate of wandering.

Black Widow was the first to propose assassinating Captain America.

It was she who found Bullock and offered to cooperate.

The reward was simple—a way home and money that Brock was happy with.When Captain America dies, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be rebuilt. As long as it has the necessary equipment and enough energy, it will be able to locate the cosmic coordinates to which Brock belongs and send him back.

Or more easily, rescue Doctor Strange who is trapped in the dark dimension of New York, and let him use magic to open a space channel.

Among all the heroes, Bullock is most afraid of the Black Widow, because he smells the same kind of smell in this woman. They never have illusions about hope, and they are equally realistic and sober.

Thinking in his heart that after this cooperation, he must stay as far away from the Black Widow as possible. Brock has already led the Winter Soldier out of the door, and a van that is seriously overloaded at first glance stops in front of the two of them.

"Stir-fried clams" ran over and said with a silly face: "Boss, today's goods have arrived."

Brock checked around the car, nodded after confirming that there was nothing wrong, and said: "Open the door and get some food and drink in, don't starve to death on the way. Also, there are a few of the goods this time. Important, I will personally escort it."

"Stir-Fried Clams" couldn't help but nod his head when he heard Brock's order, his head like a marinated egg reflected obsequiously, which made Brock very upset.

After taking out half a box of dry bread and a dozen bottles of mineral water from the bar, the door of the truck was pulled open with a bang.

Boxes of daily necessities are stacked inside, body wash, shampoo, and dish soap are tied up with ropes and stuffed to the brim.

"Stir-fried clams" organized a few coolies to move all the boxes down, and another bulletproof alloy door that was tightly locked was finally revealed without any miscellaneous obstructions.

And when the door was opened, there were six or seven mutants with disheveled hair and disheveled faces inside. They were blinded by the sudden light, and weeping sadly.

The local snake Brock counted a lot of people compared to when he took the order, and was very satisfied.

Mutant Nation Xintian charged these mutants persecuted by HYDRA very high prices. Smuggling these frost-beaten eggplant-like mutants from the United States to Canada was enough for them to eat for a while.

Not to mention that after he finished his last meal, he took another order from the black widow.

"Are you ready?" Brock approached the Winter Soldier and whispered, "We're going to kill Captain America."

The Winter Soldier's heartbeat was disturbed by his breathing, but he still shook his head and corrected him: "He's not really Steve, if the real Steve was here, he would definitely beg us to kill him."

Bullock made fun of himself and withdrew his half-tilted body.

"I really don't know if he hypnotized you, tsk."