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

Brock stood at the door and watched for a while, but didn't go in directly.

The room was in a mess, a group of people wearing owl masks gathered around a long table, with their heads down, motionless, obviously they had already rushed to the street.

In the corner are two sharp claws that have been cut in several sections. The body is still wriggling, and it seems that it will not grow well in a while.

Three or five agents with guns surrounded the Winter Soldier, back to back, forming a precarious line of defense. The battle seemed to be glued together into a sticky ball, but in Bullock's view, the Winter Soldier's victory was actually settled.

Brock has seen the scenes of the Winter Soldier doing it countless times, and he is still dazzled by the shining silver light at this moment.

The Winter Soldier is like a well-tuned killing machine when he is mentally stable, precise, stable, and effortless.In the past few fights, Brock knew exactly where the Winter Soldier would hit with his next punch, but the gap in speed made it impossible for him to avoid it. When the gap in skills was only a hair's breadth away, he was fighting with the most basic physical fitness.

But the few Hydra agents inside are far from surpassing skills and fighting the strength and speed of the Winter Soldier face to face.

Soon, the middle-aged man at the front was hit in the head by the Winter Soldier's kick, and he fell to the ground with a bang before he could scream.

Before he died, he clasped his fingers tightly on the ground, and said in Russian inarticulately: "Longing for..."

The Winter Soldier's attack faltered.

"Rust." Someone said from behind.

"Seventeen—uh!" Before the words fell, the Winter Soldier's cold arm had already unscrewed his head neatly.

"Dawn..." The female agent hiding behind seemed to be unfamiliar with Russian, so she could only stagger and shout while avoiding the attack of the Winter Soldier.

But the Winter Soldier didn't give them time to finish all the introductory words. His fist was wrapped in tyrannical anger, and it flashed quickly and ghostly under the cold light, rolling up patches of blood rain, and drops of blood dripped from people's mouths. Fly out of the body.

Brock licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty.

It wasn't until the last agent closed his eyes with a choked "stove" that the Winter Soldier stopped.He sat among a pile of corpses, looking around in a daze, but he couldn't find a place for himself no matter what.

Brock hesitated for two seconds, then slowly opened the door and approached him bit by bit.

The Winter Soldier stood up vigilantly, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, arched his back, and took half a step back with one leg, assuming a pre-attack posture.

Bullock didn't speak, but slowly put the dagger and gun in his hand on the ground, indicating that he had no intention of doing anything.

But the Winter Soldier punched straight up.

Brock managed to avoid the unrestrained punch, and took out the bottle of "semi-solid pheromone" from the Winter Soldier and took a deep breath.

The Winter Soldier slammed his fist against the wall, withdrew his hand and spun around.

The deadly weapon was tightly attached, and every attack was full of strength. The air seemed to be torn apart by his power, and the whistling sound sizzled in Brock's ears.

The two of them made more than a dozen moves, and Brock was cut across his waist and abdomen by the dagger thrown by the Winter Soldier, and the unhealed knife wound on his hand was also torn apart by the Winter Soldier.

The intense exercise made the blood flow faster, Alpha's pheromones began to rush and roll in his blood vessels, burning, and a strange sense of dizziness hit him in an instant.

Bullock staggered and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

The Winter Soldier had already touched his neck, but he didn't use any force. He just put his finger on the throbbing carotid artery gently.

Brock grinned, his golden brown eyes darkened, and he looked up and asked, "Remember me, brat?"

The hot Omega pheromone rushed to the Winter Soldier's face, and his own smell was mixed in it, which made the Winter Soldier a little puzzled.

"I..." The Winter Soldier held Brock's neck involuntarily. He tried his best to organize his words, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Brock felt that his breathing space was being deprived little by little. He tried to struggle, but was held tighter by the Winter Soldier, and his head was forced to lift up. He looked at the complicated and beautiful hanging lamps on the roof from the corner of his eye. It was a fish out of the water, thumping violently.

"Do it..." Bullock said intermittently, grabbing the Winter Soldier's arm, "Do you really want... to kill me?"

The Winter Soldier growled in pain.

He didn't want to let go of this person, but he couldn't kill him.

Bullock couldn't help stroking the metal arm of the Winter Soldier, and suddenly remembered the dream he had once had. The shiny metal was cold and majestic, and his life was hanging between its thoughts. The unprecedented danger and excitement came from scratch. It swept him to his feet, like a storm, and like a flu.

A long half a minute passed, and the Winter Soldier finally let go of Brock just before he passed out.

Step by step, he retreated to the shadow in the corner of the room, opened his mouth clumsily and gloomyly: "Go...leave, you..."

Brock stooped and snatched the fresh air.

Disordered thinking, uncontrolled extremes of violence, and—loss of partial speech?Brock clicked his tongue, and he walked over bravely, kicked the Winter Soldier, and said in a condescending manner: "Go away, you still owe me 80."

The Winter Soldier raised his head blankly: "No..."

Brock leaned over, grabbed the Winter Soldier by the collar, and forcefully pulled his head off, burying it at the junction of his shoulder and neck.

"Come with me, it's not safe here."

The Winter Soldier couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking the Omega's gland back and forth, like a wild beast with a piece of fat and juicy meat in its mouth. He rubbed his fangs lightly, trying to bite down.

Brock's body trembled, but he resisted not pushing him away, instead he gently stroked the Winter Soldier's back with his hand.

The Winter Soldier didn't take the last bite.His anger, confusion and desire for destruction kept clamoring, bewitching him to kill the Omega in front of him, or take it for himself.

But he just held his hand tightly, suppressing his desire, like a child who is constantly deprived by adults, guarding his last piece of snack, drooling greedily, but he knew in his heart that this was the last piece That's it, only this piece.

Brock let himself maintain this almost hugging posture, exhausted all the tenderness in his life, and said again: "Follow me."

The Winter Soldier raised his head, looked at his slender and distinct lips, and kissed him directly.

Brock parted his lips, pampering him.

As his lips and teeth moved, Bullock felt as if a hole had been pried open in his soul, accepting all the pain, confusion, tyranny and uncertainty of the person in front of him.

Brock wrapped his arms around the Winter Soldier and led him slowly toward the door, then he pushed the Winter Soldier away, took his hand, and left the place.

On the way, Brock threw the mobile phone he used to contact Red Skull into a garbage truck, checked the Winter Soldier from beginning to end, threw away all the positioning devices on him, and sneaked into a closed street. The clothing store changed both of them into inconspicuous clothes.

But Hydra still found them.

......

The situation in Gotham is not optimistic. According to Alfred's incomplete statistics, as many as a dozen people have died under the claws. The vigilantes in Gotham can only slow down the actions of the claws a little.

Worst of all, the Batcave is besieged by dozens of Talons.

Even though Bruce had put on his most powerful armor so far - an armor that could even support him in space combat, he was still trapped in the Batcave, struggling.

Batman has always regarded Gotham as his own territory, and he will never allow others to get involved. However, Batman has always been the person who lacks the overall concept in the Justice League. In fact, he has already sent a message to the Justice League for help.

But the heroes of Zhenglian are stumbled by other things. Green Lantern is going back to OA star to report to the Guardian today. Wonder Woman and Cyborg are chasing down a transnational criminal group. Kid, The Flash is trying to stop Captain Cold from robbing a bank.

"Ah Fu, how long can the last defense system of the Batcave last?" Bruce took advantage of the sharp claw's defense line and was torn by him, and quickly retreated back into the Batcave, leaning against the wall to breathe.

"10 minutes." Alfred was manipulating the Batcave system while studying a captured Claw, "Master, I found that the activity of the Claw's self-healing cells will decrease as the temperature decreases. When the temperature drops below freezing, their ability to recover will be no different from that of ordinary people."

Bruce put on a brand new armor and looked directly at Alfred: "Are you sure?"

Alfred nodded.

The next moment, a black figure flashed past, and a hand knife with just the right strength landed on the back of Alfred's head, knocking the old butler unconscious.

Bruce picked up Alfred horizontally, put a life jacket on the old man, and gently put him into a small bulletproof speedboat.

There is a river connected to the back of the Batcave. Bruce has already figured out its hydrological characteristics, and has made countless evacuation plans from here.

"I'm sorry, Fu," Bruce sighed, "I can't let you join me on this adventure."

After activating the autopilot system of the speedboat, Bruce used the remaining time to give himself a dose of physical enhancement potion, and then turned off the refrigeration system in the Batcave.

He can escape, but he cannot leave these claws to his children and allies.

The temperature in the Batcave dropped extremely rapidly, and the physical strength enhancement potion forcibly covered up the pain all over the body, and the battle armor made of meta-aramid fiber was strong enough to resist the extreme cold and low temperature.

Bruce blinked his bloodshot eyes, and pulled down the hand brake of the Batcave gate.A black cloak envelops his mighty frame, and the silent bat opens up its hidden lair to his sworn enemy.

Get ready for another endless battle.