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

Rollins is in a good mood today.

It has been almost a month since the end of the competition. According to the rumors in the college forum, Hydra has invited many scientists to attack space science and technology day and night. After returning home, the Hydra warship that parked next to the small broken island of their school every day finally evacuated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

There was also news from the academy this morning that Rumlow, who ranked first in the competition, also found a way to run back from the parallel universe, and is now undergoing a physical examination in the hospital.

Rollins finished his morning class and couldn't wait to go to the hospital to visit his roommate.

Who knew that when he first entered the door, he didn't know how to touch the bad head, and was kicked out.

Rollins then began to recall what he had said.

"Where did you go! I'm worried about you! You don't dare to have a fight with the supernatural department if you're not in the combat department!"

When he said this, Brock just raised his eyebrows, and he looked peaceful.

"Oh? Did you ask the Winter Soldier? He must have been taken away by Hydra. I heard that there was a lot of trouble. After he came back, he started to run away. Many Hydra died before he was controlled."

After Rawlins finished speaking, he unexpectedly found that Bullock's face turned black.

"The graduation season will start in a few days, where are you going to submit your resume?" Rollins, who didn't realize anything at the time, chattered.

In the next second, he was kicked out the door by Bullock holding his collar.

Rollins exerted his meticulous and delicate logical thinking.

He deduces that Bullock must be upset that he hasn't figured out where to go after graduation.

So he slipped away quietly, determined not to be the stupid bird that hit the muzzle of the gun.

Being sent to the parallel universe is a major accident in the college competition. After the physical examination, the dean imitated the master, the person in charge of the school office, and the engineer who presided over the competition came one by one to appease the victim, leaving a few words He also slipped away after giving verbal comfort, leaving Bullock to stay in the hospital for observation.

Instead, someone Brock never expected came to see him, bringing a bunch of scattered gifts.

Sage is a mutant with a handsome appearance, but his ability is not outstanding, and his gender is also the most common Beta.

She put the snack in her hand in front of Brock, and asked curiously: "I heard that you were teleported to a parallel universe, what's it like there?"

Bullock shrugged and replied: "It's nothing special, it's just messier than ours."

Xianzhe brushed the broken hair by his ear, and said with some hesitation: "I'm very happy that you can come back."

Bullock didn't see the hidden meaning in her expression, so he simply oh and said a perfunctory thank you.

Xianzhe seemed to have expected his reaction, smiled to himself, and said, "I've decided to drop out of school."

Brock was a little surprised.

College graduates are highly sought-after products in the market.

"Why? You got good marks in the competition, and you can graduate soon."

With a wry smile, Sage took out a card from his pocket and showed it to Brock.

The card is very simple, about 5X5 cm in length and width, made of cardboard, with red on both sides.

Brock looked at it in a daze, and was successfully confused.

Sage took back the card, her black eyes blinked a few times quickly, her breathing became heavy, she bowed her head in silence for a few seconds, and said: "I still have nightmares every night, dreaming that the group of ogres surrounded me, I dreamed that I had no time to struggle and turned into a bare bone frame, and I would feel cold even when I saw red. That card was given to me by the psychologist at the school, and it was used for desensitization treatment of PTSD.”

There are not a few students who have the same symptoms as Xianzhe.

Greed for life and fear of death is not a derogatory term, but a program engraved on genes after cruel selection by nature.

Brock was poured all over his face with negative energy just after he came back, but he really couldn't empathize with it. He nodded dryly and continued to bury his head in eating.

Hyun-jeol smiles helplessly, it feels good to confide in someone she trusts, and her therapist advises her to do so.

Perhaps Bullock has not realized that he does have a different kind of leadership temperament, firm and decisive, never chaotic, never give up looking for a way out, and always makes people unconsciously trust and rely on in desperate situations.

The sage who had fulfilled his wish silently left the room, ready to go back to the dormitory to pack his things, and leave the college on the plane tomorrow morning to start a new life.

Before going to bed at night, she closed her eyes and felt that she seemed to understand the deep meaning of the academy.

They tried their best to create the most real death, the most real despair, and screen out all the unqualified people, so as not to let the cold reality take away the life they didn't know.

And those who are really suitable for dancing on the tip of the knife will naturally not be intimidated by a virtual competition.

As Xiao said, the college will never send unqualified graduates to the outside world.

Brock returned to the dormitory that night, browsing all the news about Hydra and the Winter Soldier on the college intranet.

Rumors spread everywhere, but none of them were truly accurate.

Brock thought for a long time, picked up the phone that had just been charged and called Yelena.

The default second-generation black widow, intelligence expert, and assassination master.This Omega has more sources than him.

"This is Yelena Bilova~" The woman's slightly smiling voice sounded in her ears, and the slightly evoked ending sounded very seductive.

Bullock cuts to the chase: "I need accurate intel on the Winter Soldier."

"It's so sad, why don't you greet me after such a long time?" Yelena's fingertips tapped on the back of the phone, and the sound was disturbing.

Bullock, who was asking for more, had to endure the humiliation: "...Then what do you want to say?"

Yelena smiled a few times in a good mood, and stopped embarrassing him, and said, "Of course I have accurate information, 80 US dollars, I will give you a discount."

Bullock was stabbed in the heart by the figure of 80.

"Deferred payment after graduation?"

"Okay, I will send you the specific news before tomorrow morning."

As soon as the voice fell, Bullock cut off the phone.

Yelena murmured, "That miser is willing to pay so much for the Winter Soldier?"

The peacock arrowroot outside the window is loaded in the flower pot, and the dark green and light yellow patterns are slowly unfolding on the leaves, like a peacock's tail. The leaves are hard and brittle, slightly curled up, reflecting the coldness and dazzling under the light metallic luster.

Bullock turned the phone over, put the screen down on the table, and stared at the peacock arrowroot outside the window while running on the treadmill.

When Rollins returned to the dorm after dinner, Bullock had just finished a set of push-ups and was sitting on the floor drinking water.

The dormitory that had been empty for more than a month suddenly welcomed familiar popularity, which made Rollins feel a little uncomfortable, but he was also very pleasantly surprised.

He was just about to go over to chat about what happened this month, but the cell phone on Bullock's desk rang.

Brock took a look at the phone, and his face sank immediately.

Rollins has long practiced the skill of "reading people's faces" to perfection, his eyelids twitched, and he rolled back to the table next to his bed neatly.

Unexpectedly, someone unexpectedly knocked on the door several times.

Rollins walked around Bullock and opened the door in fear.

A stunned young man stood outside the door. He waved the flyer in his hand cheerfully and asked, "Would the Illuminati understand?"

Rollins took the flyer and was about to say something when he heard a shout from behind: "Get out!"

Rollins closed the door and said wryly, "What's wrong with you?"

Bullock stared at the phone without speaking.

After another minute, Clint, whose identity was already translucent, knocked on the door, and said through the door: "Brock, I brought you food! Do you want to eat and listen to me tell you about S.H.I.E.L.D. ?”

Brock: "Stay what you eat, you take yourself and your mouth with you."

The aggrieved Clint: "..."

After the competition, as the graduation season approached, the academy opened up restrictions, allowing any organization that wanted to recruit troops to send a promoter to the academy, so Clint stayed here taking advantage of the situation, chatting with everyone every day. Amway S.H.I.E.L.D.

After being rejected, Clint slipped his self-made leaflet, which stated the salary of different levels of agents and the great deeds of S.H.I.E.L.D., through the crack of the door.

The rice was placed at the door, and the pitiful smell of meat sauce wafted into the corridor.

Rollins picked up the flyer he received again, placed it on top of the pile of flyers that had already been stacked several centimeters on the table, and took advantage of the opportunity to browse through the other flyers.

After watching for a long time, Rollins was a little worried.

what to do?Not a single planter.

There was another knock on the door.

"Do you know about the secret government project hosted by General Stryker, classmate?" A young man in a neat military uniform appeared at the door.

It may be that the first place in the competition is too loud, and dormitory 233 has become the hardest hit area for harassment.

Rollins was about to open the door to collect the leaflets and bring in the spaghetti that Clint brought in, but the person at the door suddenly screamed and fell face down on the ground with a foot on his back. .

Angel Warren stood beside him coldly, along with a full-fledged member of the Brotherhood of Mutants.

The angel's wings shook off a few white feathers, and chopped them off again, the young man who came to recruit for Stryker broke his ribs with a snap, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Bullock became a little interested, glanced along the crack of the door, threw a file over, and shouted from a distance: "Pierce his trigeminal nerve from the bone below the frame! Pain level IV can't kill anyone!"

Warren picked up the file and lifted the young man up like a dead pig.

The continuous screams resounded through the sky.

Rollins nodded reassuringly, it seems that Bullock is not abnormal.

The two ate food facing each other, and the peacock arrowroot outside the window completely curled up its leaves in the night, like a metal sculpture, deserted.