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

Bullock and the Winter Soldier stood together, monitoring the sporadic mutants present, moving within their allowed range.

The autumn wind was blowing in gusts, twisting the Winter Soldier's long hair, which not only covered his face, but also kept harassing Brock standing in front of him.

Brock looked at the Winter Soldier stuck behind him like a spirit behind his back, and said impatiently, "Stay away from me."

The Winter Soldier didn't speak, but moved forward a little.

Brock, who was shorter than the Winter Soldier, only felt that the hair on the top of his head was always thrown away, and it got into his ears from time to time, making his scalp numb.

Bullock took a big step forward to the left.

The Winter Soldier also moved forward to the left.

Brock: "...you're not finished yet, are you!"

"Yeah," said the Winter Soldier.

Bullock clenched his fists, but considering that he couldn't beat him to the point where he cried and cried, he caught a glimpse of a little girl with braids in the carriage.

So he strode over, pulled off the pink hair rope from the little girl's head, and walked back to pat the Winter Soldier on the face.

"Put your hair up," Bullock said, "or stay away from me."

The poor little girl burst into tears.

"You gave me this." The Winter Soldier said in a very sure tone.

Bullock: "...Well, that's right, good baby, bring me the fuck."

The Winter Soldier raised his arms happily, tied himself a ball head clumsily, and continued to lean behind Bullock—mainly the back of his neck, smelling the pheromone that Bullock had mixed with his own scent with peace of mind.

He smells good.

It smells even better with my pheromones, the Winter Soldier thought.

Soon, the mutants who had been locked in the confined space for more than ten hours finally saw the light of day. They ate something in silence, got out of the car to solve their excretion needs, and then leaned on each other and fell into a tired light sleep. middle.

More than 20 minutes later, Natasha silently appeared in the shadow of a red maple tree a few hundred meters away from the bar.

She didn't wear her trademark tight uniform and dyed her hair black.

Boxes of camouflaged goods were brought back, Bullock dressed as the driver wore a black baseball cap, and the Winter Soldier sat in the car, staying with the mutants and guarding them with guns.

"Report the situation." Brock turned the key.

"Preparation is complete, there is no abnormality." Next to the Winter Soldier is a computer that monitors the surrounding situation in real time. He glanced at it and said to the communicator, "You can start."

Brock started the truck slowly, and the heavy metal box made a half-circle from the path to the wide road. When passing the maple trees beside the road, Brock opened the car window.

Natasha took half a step back, jumped up with her right foot on the ground, lightly grabbed the car window, turned over deftly, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Bullock couldn't help but whistled.

"The weapon you want is in the back seat," Brock said. "It's brand new. You can adjust it yourself."

Natasha flipped into the back seat again, and opened the huge suitcase that was placed on the dirty canvas seat.

The Bartley XM109 sniper rifle weighs up to 20.9 kg and has a range of 1000 to 1500 meters. It is worthy of the name the king of heavy sniper rifles. Some people even think that it is not a gun but a sniper gun. It can penetrate 50mm armor plate.

Natasha can even destroy an armored company with it.

"I guess I should say thank you," Natasha skillfully inspected the magazine and the rifling, "it's hard to get this thing now."

Brock listened to the sound of metal clanging on the back seat, and smiled happily: "You're welcome, you paid for it anyway, and you have good taste—but how did you hide it from other people? to so much money?"

Natasha was adjusting the aiming system, and the corners of her lips curled up when she heard the words, her tone was soft and hoarse: "Girls should always save some private money for themselves."

The Winter Soldier listened to the conversation in the headset, and then looked down at the other two small semi-automatic pistols/guns on his waist, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Report! I have a situation here." The Winter Soldier frowned.

Brock: "...say."

Winter Soldier: "...It's okay, it's settled now."

Natasha rolled her eyes secretly: "Don't worry about him."

The Winter Soldier sat alone in the darkness, surrounded by a group of bewildered mutant civilians who wouldn't spare him a single look.

In the darkness, with a round ball head on his head, he felt weak, helpless and pitiful, without any dignity as an Alpha.

The truck drove steadily on the asphalt road, circled through the mountain road, and was finally stopped by the checkpoint when it was approaching the border.

Brock took off his hat, and handed over the fake identity certificate and entry permit prepared in advance.

"Delivering again?" Bianka's guard brother is obviously very familiar with them - after all, he has charged Brock a lot of money.

Brock bent down, threw a bottle of Scotch whiskey to his younger brother, and said, "You have to work harder to eat."

The little brother raised his hand to take it, opened the bottle cap with a smile and smelled it, waved his hand to signal the colleagues in the border guard station to let him go, hesitated for a moment, and reminded: "Be careful, Xintian has been very strict recently."

Bullock gave him an OK gesture and started on the road again.

On the way, Natasha turned on the car radio and tuned to the news channel.

The relaxed tone of the male host was accompanied by the background music of the evening news: "Since Hydra saved the country, the crime rate has dropped by 70.00%. New heights."

Natasha snorted disdainfully.

But the host is still gushing: "...At the same time, the United States signed a new trade agreement with Madrid, which officials say is a new era for Hydra's Pacific Partnership... Next, this station will tell you Rebroadcasting details of Doctor Faust's attendance at the Markley Exchange celebration..."

"Why don't they talk about New York? Tens of millions of people are trapped in a dark city without water and electricity." Natasha clicked on the clip, her sharp green eyes were full of sarcasm.

Bullock turned on his high beams and didn't speak.

"Red Skull," Brock asked suddenly, "I mean the Red Skull of your universe, isn't he also a Hydra? Why can't I hear from him?"

Natasha gave him a surprised look and said, "I heard that he was killed by Rogers, probably because he blocked the way of the new supreme leader."

Brock turned his head a few times, narrowed his eyes and said, "I have some information that may be very useful, it depends on whether you are willing to pay."

"Let's talk." After checking the weapon, Natasha was sitting in the rickety car with black contact lenses stuffed into her eyes.

Bullock: "Have you ever thought about finding Crossbones? He is the most trusted subordinate of the Red Skull. He may not be so loyal to Captain America, and he even resents the person who killed his old boss."

In fact, Brock still didn't understand where the Red Skull's inexplicable affection for him came from, until he traveled to this universe.Some fuzzy things in my head gradually became clear - when we met for the first time, the Alpha pheromone smell on Red Skull's body was a little different from the last few times we met.

There will be subtle changes in human pheromones, but basically it is difficult to achieve as much change as the Red Skull.

If the Red Skull comes from this universe that does not distinguish between AO, everything has an explanation. According to Brock's understanding, the flow of time in different universes is also fast or slow.It's a pity that in their universe, people who discover the smell of Red Skull will only think that Red Skull is a Beta who sprays Alpha pheromone perfume and pretends to be Alpha.

Looking at Natasha's thoughtful side face, Bullock knew that his reminder had worked.

After another three hours of driving, they finally arrived at their destination, a mutant shelter in Xintian, which was used to temporarily accommodate mutants smuggled in from the United States.

After unloading, the car was allowed to rest in Xintian territory for one night, and if they could receive a shipping order from Xintian to the United States, they could even stay for another day to load.

And they will use this day to assassinate Captain America.

Because Captain America will arrive in Xintian territory tomorrow and sign a peace agreement with the ruler of Xintian, White Queen Emma.

The Winter Soldier got out of the car with a group of mutants, and the three began to split up.

Brock found his contact person in Xintian and made three fake IDs to avoid various checkpoints in Xintian.After that, he joined the Winter Soldier and entered the only airport in Xintian territory.

The Black Widow changed several different faces, looking for a suitable sniper point around the airport.

At 02:30 in the morning, the three of them took their positions.

The countdown to the arrival of the Hydra supreme leader at the airport is six hours and nine minutes.