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

After a long time, let’s talk about the speech of the Hydra supreme leader—his literary and passionate language, the corpses hanging in mid-air off the field, the faith and confusion on the faces of the Hydra soldiers, all became An unforgettable absurd image engraved in the depths of the times.

But no one can remember what he said, it's just some Hydra bullshit.

But almost everyone can tell you that they remember what they were doing.

Brock had just landed from the sea at that time, and disguised himself as an ordinary-looking middle-aged man through a bionic mask, just avoiding the army that came to hunt Magneto.

Immediately afterwards, the giant LED screen on the square in front of him suddenly turned its camera.

Among a group of prisoners, Bullock saw the man who looked exactly like him at a glance.As the highest level of Hydra being executed, the camera specially gave Crossbones a few close-ups.

The camera's own light extended down along the lines of the man's facial features, and Crossbones showed a disdainful and mocking smile at the camera.

Brock stopped fleeing.

Immediately afterwards, the bullet pierced Crossbones' viscera, breaking his spine.

Under the pale moonlight, the scarlet blood looked like a thick black.

"Is it so important to avenge the Red Skull?"

"It doesn't matter, but I just want to do it."

It was the only non-plan-related conversation the two of them had when they met.

At that time, Bullock retracted his probing gaze into Crossbones' eyes and nodded.

Perhaps every young man in adversity has gritted his teeth and thought that when I grow up, I will become a big man and smash everything around me that bullies me.

But not Brock, who has been strangled by hunger and poverty since birth, hanging up and down in the air, tense all over to maintain his precarious balance.

When he spent all his time trying to survive, he had no energy to think about how to live like a human being.

I don't know why, looking at the resentful but firm eyes of the crossbones, Bullock's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and it hit his ear, as if there was a poisonous snake entrenched on the heart, and the cold belly of the snake slipped by. An inexplicable...fear.

The man on the screen looks miserable and torn apart, but Crossbones, Bullock feels, is more of a human being than he is alive.

He looked away from the corpse, connected to the communication channel of the Winter Soldier, and asked in a hoarse voice: "The plan failed, should we continue with the second phase?"

There was rapid gunfire from the Winter Soldier.

"Wait a minute! I can't get away!"

Bullock shuttled through the stunned crowd around him. The world without the pheromone smell of disturbance was too quiet for him.

He stole a car on the side of the road and drove further north, to New York City.

Ten minutes later, the Winter Soldier rang through Bullock's earphones with a short panting voice: "How are you? Are you not injured?"

"No," Brock turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car nimbly dashed left and right in the jam-packed streets. "I'm going to the dark dimension of New York now."

The Winter Soldier turned around and threw a bomb, and dealt with the last pursuer. Hearing this, he was a little surprised.

"Why are you going to New York all of a sudden?"

The gray car had squeezed out of the most congested section of the road, and got on the interstate highway. Bullock immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the broken car rushed out with a whoosh.

Brock narrowed his eyes and said to the Winter Soldier, "Why do you still have the face to ask me? If it weren't for your group of superheroes and the Hydra dog biting the dog, I would have found my way home a long time ago."

The Winter Soldier keenly caught his implication: "You want to enter the dark dimension?"

"Yeah," Brock said a little anxiously, "I hope you guys stop hitting me when I come out, it's so fucking annoying."

Winter Soldier: "..."

"I'm going back to the mountain base," he said, "be careful and be safe."

Brock whistled: "Don't worry, even if you are all dead, I will still be alive."

The Winter Soldier froze for a moment, a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When the Winter Soldier returned to the mountain base, there was already a lot of noise inside.

"You have a plan, why didn't you tell us in advance?!" The second-generation Ant-Man Scott was very angry. He pointed to the screen, "God, look at the piles of corpses, you really helped!"

Not to be outdone, Natasha raised her eyebrows, her eyes were sharp and cold, like a stinging ice pick: "I said, will you help me? Is your plan to collect Rubik's Cube fragments a success? Only follow your progress." I don't know how many people will die!"

A series of rhetorical questions made Ant-Man a little weak.

Natasha was right, their plan to collect cosmic magic fragments was indeed not very successful.

The Winter Soldier is one head and two big. Although he has vaguely recovered part of his memory, it is difficult to reproduce the suave and suave style of the little Brooklyn prince in the past.

After going back and forth a few times, Natasha got up angrily, put on the widow's sting with a sullen face, turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Tony asked suddenly, who was also silent.

"Go and kill Queen Chitauri," Natasha felt soft after hearing Tony's voice, "and find a way to work with Magneto to close the planetary shield."

"Xiaona, you know in your heart what kind of chaos Magneto can cause. Maybe he will spread the battle with Hydra into a war between humans and mutants." Tony opened the armor helmet, looking directly at Lan Yingying's face. The woman's determined back.

"I just choose the least bad one among all the methods." Natasha always turned her back to everyone.

Tony sighed weakly, knowing he'd have a hard time convincing her.

"Look, since... after that civil war, standing over Steve's dead body, I've learned that the problems that have to be solved with violence are the ones that can't be solved. Let each other down." Tony looked at his empty body, "That's why I want to collect the pieces and fix reality instead of getting caught up in a dark battle with Hydra."

The woman suddenly took pleasure in her anger. Without hesitation, she walked away, her slightly hoarse voice wafting in the ears of everyone in the base.

"Tony, you are an idealist, I respect you. But I have my own way to solve the problem, I don't want to fix the reality, I just want to save all the remaining people as soon as possible."

The Winter Soldier raised his leg and followed Natasha out.

Quicksilver followed closely behind.

"Sorry, Wanda is still controlled by Hydra, I...I can't wait any longer."

Then there's the hesitant Spider-Man Peter.

"Mr. Stark, I, I heard from them that they found the culprit who caused the dark dimension in New York. I didn't go to Magneto. I just wanted to go to New York to rescue Aunt May."

......

Compared with the previous two civil wars, this was a peace that fell apart.

But what those who left didn't expect was that Emma, ​​the White Queen, really sent someone to bring the pieces of the Rubik's Cube over.

Immediately afterwards, the news of Wakanda and Atlantis declaring war on Hydra swept all the TV stations.Wakanda warriors wearing vibranium equipment, under the leadership of King Black Panther, repelled the attack of the first wave of Hydra army, and sent elites to form a coalition with Atlantis to defend their homeland to the death.

Perhaps Tony was right when he said that all problems that must be solved by violence are actually problems that cannot be solved.

Extreme fear will cause some people to retreat into their shells, but it will also cause others who are indecisive to rise up and resist.

The massacre, which was broadcast around the world, angered the two kings who wanted to remain neutral because of their own people, reminding them that they were not only the guardians of the people, but also a superhero.

On the other side of the United States, Brock finally arrived outside the dark dimension of New York.

He knew what he was doing was risky.

But at this moment, Brock wants to go back, back to his own universe, to see Selena, whom he hasn't seen for a long time, and to see his own city, Gotham.

"Long time no see," Brock stepped in, and the darkness engulfed him, "New York."

The situation in New York was better than he expected. Although tall buildings collapsed, darkness grew, and everyone panicked, the scorched earth and hell-like scene on earth did not appear.

On a tall building in the center of Manhattan, "Dagger" stood against the wind with her eyes closed, and the girl's slender body glowed with bright white light, providing the last bit of light for New York.

From time to time, there are surviving superheroes on the street to maintain the poor order, and Bullock even found the figure of Rakshasa.

Walking through the ruined streets, Brock counted the weapons he was carrying, first found a foothold in an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, and then began to investigate based on the information provided by Crossbones.

It took Bullock three days to find the mutant named "Black Vision".

Hydra controlled the brain of "Black Vision" through the instrument, allowing him to summon the dark dimension to trap everyone in New York.

The secret stronghold of Hydra where "Black Vision" was held was shrouded in thick black mist. The cold mist seemed to have a solid body, separated by a long distance, and the chest felt like being drowned in mercury, feeling like being squeezed by liquid. Difficulty breathing.

Judging from other buildings in this block, this house is a two-storey villa with only one staircase connecting the upper and lower floors in a spiral shape.

Brock explored the terrain, smashed the window, and jumped in.

His steady steps fell slowly, and the thermal imaging glasses in front of him told him that there were only two living people in this house.

He walked around to the junction of the kitchen and the corridor, quietly staring at the woman who was cutting bread in the kitchen.

The woman hummed an out-of-key song, spread butter on the bread, and ate it with mineral water. She was young, slim, with long unkempt hair.

She didn't look the least bit alert.

Bullock's finger was already on the trigger, but he still dodged to approach the woman, and quickly raised his hand to tightly strangle her throat.

"Say, what are you doing here?"

"Ah!" the woman screamed in fear, "I, I... I'm just a nurse, someone hired me to take care of that sick gentleman, you, who are you? Please don't hurt me!"

Bullock wiped the woman's tears on his arm in disgust, took out the plastic handcuffs, and handcuffed her arms and legs to the sofa.

Brock went upstairs and came to the bed of "Black Vision".

"Black Vision" stared straight at the ceiling with a pair of black eyes without whites. His skin was pale, his cheekbones were protruding, and his pores were slowly oozing blood. A pair of dry and bony hands tightly clutched the quilt, countless A transparent tube was inserted above his bald head, continuously injecting milky white liquid.

Brock unplugged the small generator plugged into the instrument, and "Black Vision" twitched violently on the bed, but the dark dimension still did not dissipate.

The black-haired man watched coldly, and after a minute he pulled the trigger, ending the life of "Black Vision".

"There are a lot of nasty superheroes in this world," Bullock thought to himself, "but it's ironic that a fucking villain like me needs to be saved."

Finally, in the darkness, light emerges.

The little nurse downstairs stared blankly at the darkness fading away from the window, and couldn't help but bury her face in her curled up knees, sobbing.

And not far away in Queens, Deadpool, who was eating chicken rolls with Aunt May, burped and blew out the kerosene lamp in the house.

"Good morning," Bullock yawned, "New York City."