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

At 22:[-] in the morning, three hours and [-] minutes before the Supreme Leader of Hydra arrived at Xintian, a locked and empty VIP lounge at Xintian Airport.

The Winter Soldier sat cross-legged on the couch with a laptop in his lap, the light from the screen falling into his gray-green eyes.From Bullock's point of view, his round eyes are green, like the kiwi fruit jam that he always wanted to eat but couldn't eat when he was a child, and he has a bit of beauty.

Seeing the Winter Soldier holding up a finger, poking the keyboard seriously and quickly, trying to hack into the airport's system, Bullock was idly eating butter bread, and distractedly listening to the movement outside the door.

"hungry?"

The Winter Soldier nodded: "Yes."

Bullock took out a piece of dry white bread from his bag, and asked kindly, "Do you want to eat?"

The Winter Soldier didn't look up, he picked up the bread with his empty metal arm, stuffed it into his mouth in big gulps, and asked for another slice after he finished eating.

"I also want to eat cream stuffing." After working for a while, the Winter Soldier took a moment to glance at Brock, seeing him drinking Coke and chewing soft bread, very aggrieved, "The kind you hold in your hand."

Bullock quickly ate the bread in his hand, clapped his hands hypocritically, and said with great regret: "No more, it was the last piece just now."

Winter Soldier: "..."

Bullock took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, frank and shameless.

The Winter Soldier clenched his fists, knowing that he was a hard-nosed bastard.

Brock clicked his tongue and gave the Winter Soldier the last of his stock - a bag of sweetened milk.

The Winter Soldier sucked the milk sharply, and his frown finally eased. A minute later, he changed to a more comfortable position on the sofa and burped.

Brock looked at the harmless look of the Winter Soldier, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, thinking that those superheroes might not be poisonous, but they had wasted the cold killer who pressed him to the ground and rubbed him into the current situation. Sub-bear-like.

"Hold it." Brock looked at the milk stains on the corner of the Winter Soldier's mouth, but he couldn't bear it after all, and handed him a piece of paper.

The Winter Soldier was startled, and quickly took it over and wiped his mouth.

Still not satisfied, Bullock handed him another piece of paper.

The Winter Soldier wiped his mouth seriously, carefully, and slowly, and then looked at the reflection on the computer screen to make sure that there were no food residues on his face.

Brock rolled his eyes, took the initiative to hold the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, and cleaned the bread crumbs stuck in the gap.

Seeing the way the man was wiping his metal arm with his head down, the Winter Soldier couldn't help but ask, "Do you like it?"

After blurting out the words, the Winter Soldier's face became a little hot, and he felt that he might be fascinated by ghosts.

Unexpectedly, Brock simply admitted: "That's right."

The Winter Soldier moved his fingers slightly, and scratched Brock's palm with his fingers, then made an inch of it, and raised his hand to caress Brock's pale lips.

Then, he found that Omega, who was always swearing, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking all kinds of drugs, suddenly blushed, and a little suspicious red cloud gradually spread to the small earlobe.

So the Winter Soldier blushed quietly.

"...I'll go out for a walk." Bullock stood up abruptly, trying to calm himself down.

The revolver I used for my first murder - my first love.

My favorite submachine gun/gun when I was twelve or thirteen years old - ex-lover.

My current favorite MANPAB - the current lover.

Sorry, Brock thought desperately, I've changed my mind.

Everyone: Bah!What a goblin is that metal arm!

After a few difficult hours, the Winter Soldier's efforts finally paid off. The airport's system was breached, and all the camera images were divided into small pieces and displayed on the computer screen.

The Winter Soldier heaved a sigh of relief, pressed the communicator, and reported to Natasha: "It's resolved."

"Ten and nine minutes," said Natasha.

It was equally clear that the Winter Soldier didn't need her reminder, and he got up and handed the computer to Brock.

Brock didn't say much, and took one last look at the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, then turned and left.

He arrived at the pick-up location at the exit of the airport ahead of schedule according to the planned route. He alerted the two of them through the camera on the computer. By the way, he checked the constantly updated internal route information to confirm whether the plane would be delayed, so as to ensure that Natasha And The Winter Soldier has been in the sweet spot.

With 39 minutes to go until 10:[-], Emma the White Queen and her escort of mutants showed up at the airport for a visit from the Hydra Supreme Leader.

The 10-minute wait was extraordinarily long. The Winter Soldier posing as airport security approached runway [-] nonchalantly, with the pistol/gun on his waist already loaded.

Slowly, the Weng Ming sounded from far and near in the sky, and the human eardrums also vibrated immediately after. A black armed aircraft with the Hydra octopus logo looming in the heavy dark clouds seemed to be writhing in anger. The sharks in the sea waves can smell the blood soaring from a long distance away.

You can tell at a glance that it is not a decent plane.

The hatch opened, and a neat group of Hydra soldiers trotted out in a single file, completely surrounding the plane.

Under the escort of Hydra's elite soldiers, Steve stepped out of the cabin. He was still wearing the dark green military uniform, with blond hair combed back, broad shoulders and long legs.

At the same time, Natasha, who was 1000 meters away, stared at the scope calmly. After the calculation of Bartley's optical distance correction sighting system, the bullet will hit Steve's temple with an error of no more than five millimeters.

And Steve's entire head would pop open with a bang, blood would splatter the ground within two meters of him, and the loyal faces of his Hydra men.

Natasha had difficulty breathing, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

But in the end, she hooked the trigger lightly.

Bright yellow flames erupted from the barrel, and the bullet grazed the barrel, whirled out, grazed Steve's scalp, and lodged itself deep in the left rear wheel of the plane.

Missed, Natasha's eyes went dark, her body trembled due to dizziness, the world rotated slightly, and she was surprised to find that she had already deviated from the correct angle.

In her scope, Emma, ​​the superpowered mind-controlled White Queen, winked at Natasha.

"What is she doing?" Natasha thought, "Hydra has been persecuting mutants and forcibly restricting Xintian's communication with the outside world. It is impossible for her to support Hydra."

"That's right, sweetheart," Emma the White Queen's voice sounded in Natasha's mind, "but Hydra is not just Captain America, and the way to save mutants is not as easy as killing him."

Seeing Natasha's miss, the Winter Soldier, who was going to repair his gun, also found that he couldn't move his body.

He froze in place, with his head bowed, his metal arms kicked in his pockets, and a ball head stood stupidly on his head, looking like any young man who had never seen the world and was frightened.

The Hydra and mutant guards acted at the same time, Steve was protected and entered the bulletproof aircraft,

Natasha cursed secretly in her heart, dropped her gun and ran away.

"I hope you can help me rescue a big man who can really save mutants," Emma pretended to be with Hydra on the surface to help hunt down the killer, but secretly talked to Natasha through the air, "As a reward, I will give Get the cosmic Rubik's Cube fragment held by the mutant."

Natasha's expression was cold: "I don't believe you."

"Island Prison," Emma said sincerely, "it's on the east coast. Let's put it this way, rescuing him will give Hydra a headache for a while, and maybe it can turn the tide of the battle."

Natasha: "..."

It seems that I know who it is.

The Winter Soldier who hadn't had time to make a move was left on the spot, and was pushed to the ground with an elbow by a soldier who was running to capture the mysterious sniper.

The Winter Soldier who couldn't move: "..." How angry.

Natasha jumped down from the three-story hotel next to the airport, and skillfully shuttled through the buildings next to the airport. While wiping off the camouflage on her face, she changed into another set of clothes that had been prepared in advance. The pursuers were completely wiped out.

Bullock threw his laptop and hat into the trash can of the airport toilet without changing his expression, put on a pair of dark sunglasses, took off his black coat and put it on his shoulders, revealing the metal chain and his fit body wrapped in a black tight vest , Lighted another cigarette.

He has successfully changed from a low-key passerby to a king who walks with style.

After being persuaded by the airport staff to ban smoking indoors for the third time, he pretended to make a fuss and tried to hit someone, but finally got his wish and was thrown out of the airport gate by the arms of the security guard.

The Winter Soldier who just recovered and witnessed Brock being thrown on the ground: "..."

"Failed?" Bullock patted his butt and stood up from the ground, "What happened?"

Winter Soldier: "It's the White Queen, she's done it."

Brock snorted, not paying much attention.

"Go to the Black Widow first." The Winter Soldier was obviously a little disappointed, he pursed his lips, his head drooping slightly.

"Let's go!" Brock patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder.

After going around the city for a few times, the three of them gathered in a supermarket they had previously reserved, bought a few hot dogs and sandwiches by the way, and made up for the breakfast they didn't have time to eat properly.

"Although it failed, when will you call me the final payment?" Bullock looked at Natasha, picking which pot was left open.

Natasha obviously didn't want to talk to him, she gulped down the mineral water, and said to the Winter Soldier after drinking: "There is another target."

The Winter Soldier frowned: "What?"

"The White Queen gave me an address," Natasha explained, "and asked me to save someone."

Under the same sky, Emma the White Queen had just finished receiving Steve and returned to her office. She stared at the pieces of the Rubik's Cube in her hand, with an inexplicable smile on her lips.

"Trapping mutants into a temporary 'kingdom', depriving us of the right to live, restricting our connection with the outside world, you think everything is under your control." Emma turned the small irregular blue crystal in her hand, "It's a pity that there are surprises everywhere in life, Captain."

In the supermarket, Bullock and the Winter Soldier asked together, "Who?"

Natasha put down the sandwich in her hand, tapped the table with her fingertips, her voice was ambiguous, and her eyes were full of light.

"Magnetic King."