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

In order to prevent someone from suddenly uttering the starting words of the Winter Soldier, Bullock thought of the most direct way-he found an earplug to block the Winter Soldier's ears.

The inability to hear no doubt made their escape more difficult.

After repelling a wave of agents who were pulled by Hydra as cannon fodder and who happened to be near Gotham at the time of the incident, elite Hydra combatants transferred from the US East Coast Division arrived in Gotham.

Relying on his familiarity with the terrain, Brock led the Winter Soldier around and around, like two hamsters on a toy roller, dragging their bodies with their four legs and thrashing non-stop, unable to rest for a moment.

The irritable hamster Bullock was angry: "How can they always block us?! Tell me! Did you tip them off!"

The aggrieved Baba Hamster Winter Soldier shook his head.

After shooting and killing the last trailing Hydra with his left hand, Bullock held back the red-eyed Winter Soldier, and the Winter Soldier's subconscious counterattack was a blow.

Bullock leaned back and managed to dodge, but was still brushed aside. He cursed and felt his nose was broken.

"Hiss," he lifted his clothes and wiped the blood on his face, reluctantly snapped back his crooked nose, "it was quite ruthless."

The Winter Soldier frowned, looked at Brock with watery eyes, like an unhappy cat, he held Brock's hand stubbornly, and said helplessly:

"I'am...sor..."

After teasing for a long time, I failed to say "I'm sorry", a word that a two-year-old child can know.

Seeing his innocent and guilty look, Bullock's heart was extinguished by the steam in his eyes with a puff, and he felt pity for no reason.

He blames the Omega's motherhood and the Winter Soldier's pheromones.

It's definitely not because he feels sorry for the Winter Soldier anyway.

Next, they were besieged by two teams of heavily armed Hydra agents. The Winter Soldier suffered a slight injury to his back. Brock tore his clothes into strips and briefly bandaged him, and the two had to Continue to transfer.

In view of the situation in Gotham, the rapid response team of the government emergency force has stepped in, and a small group of S.H.I.E.L.D.

For the government agencies and S.H.I.E.L.D., the Winter Soldier is the notorious HYDRA killer who has been hanging high above the top of the most wanted list.

Just kill him if you see him.

Bullock was terribly disturbed by the two waves of people, and he only regretted why he took such a burden on himself.

He smoked a cigarette at the corpse, pulled out a few bombs/bombs from Hydra's corpse, weighed them in his hand, and had a good idea in his mind.

"Since it's all in such a mess," Brock raised his eyebrows, "then we're welcome too."

The Winter Soldier couldn't hear the voice, but he could read lips. He didn't speak, but just frowned slightly and looked at Brock with a puzzled face.

Brock patted the Winter Soldier on the shoulder, pointed to the corpses on the ground, and motioned, "Help me carry two."

The Winter Soldier complied obediently, and the two of them once again avoided their arresters and went to a place no one expected.

Gotham's shipping docks.

Although I have been away from Gotham for 12 years, the gangs controlling here have changed wave after wave, but the pier has always been a battleground for every black force that smuggles arms and drugs, and it is their livelihood that they protect in their jobs. .

Compared with the Hydra elite with faith, these gangsters who guard the pier at night are obviously easier to deal with.

The Winter Soldier and Brock found their secret warehouse without much effort, killed a few gangsters, blew up their goods, and conveniently placed the corpses in Hydra uniforms on the scene, creating a scene where they died together after a firefight .

Half an hour later, Penguin, Black Mask, and gangs of all sizes received news that people wearing six-clawed octopus medals attacked their pier.

These high-ranking bosses were outraged and reacted quickly. They immediately summoned their subordinates, used their own eyeliner in the whole city, and began to retaliate and counterattack all-pervasively against those who dared to steal their jobs.

The strong dragon does not overwhelm the snake, and the elite division of the Hydra is one against ten, and is caught in the people's war like a vast ocean. Hold on to them.

Gotham City has a total area of ​​327 million square miles and a population of more than 800 million. According to statistics from the Gotham Police Department, thousands of people die in gang fights in the city every year. These are only the dead whose bodies were found by the police. As for Missing persons and citizens who died from villain attacks, vengeance, robbery, suicide and a series of unknown events are even more bad debts.

The simplicity of Gotham's folk customs has never been casually talked about.

Brock led the Winter Soldier to fish in troubled waters and finally got a respite.

Also found a chance to ask how the Winter Soldier Hydra sent him to Gotham.

They hid in the safe house Selena set up in Gotham, silently dealing with each other's wounds.After treating the large and small cuts, scrapes and tissue contusions with alcohol, needle thread and bandages, Brock picked up the current signal tester and scanned the Winter Soldier from top to bottom.

When the signal device beeped on the Winter Soldier's mouth, Brock's guess was confirmed-the Winter Soldier's body was also implanted with Hydra's positioning device.

Brock sighed in embarrassment, the Winter Soldier's mind is not clear now, the difficulty of getting the positioning device out of his mouth...

It's about the same as pulling a tooth out of a tiger's mouth.

"Sit here and don't move." Brock instructed the Winter Soldier, then washed his hands twice with water and hand sanitizer, and wiped every crevice on his hands with alcohol cotton balls.

The Winter Soldier huddled beside the bed, his hair was covered with dried reddish-brown blood, his face was messed up, and he looked like a big moldy mushroom planted in the corner of the wall.

Brock shook his dripping hand, put one hand on the Winter Soldier's head, and said, "Open your mouth."

The Winter Soldier licked his lips, stared up at him, and opened his mouth a little.

"Don't bite." Bullock was worried, and asked again.

With that, he put his finger in the Winter Soldier's mouth and started walking around.The Winter Soldier's mouth was warm and moist, and the neat rows of small white teeth stayed in place obediently, unexpectedly not biting down on Brock's fingers.

Bullock's fingers were covered with gun calluses, and some rough touches slid across the Winter Soldier's gums, palate, and tongue, a little itchy, which made the Winter Soldier feel a little itchy.He looked at Brock, the black-haired Omega was very focused, pressing around, so the Winter Soldier also looked at Brock very intently, without taking his eyes off it.

Half a minute later, Bullock finally found a small lump under the base of the Winter Soldier's left tongue.

With his other hand, Bullock picked up a finger-length knife. Without a professional tool, he had to forcefully break open the Winter Soldier's jaw, frowning and saying, "Open your mouth, don't move."

The Winter Soldier didn't move.

The feeling of the knife point cutting through the skin actually hurts, but the Winter Soldier obviously doesn't care, he sits stiff as if dead, perfectly fulfilling Brock's "open mouth and don't move" instructions.

Brock took a cotton ball and stuffed it into the Winter Soldier's mouth to suck blood, so as not to block his view.

The knife pried out the micro-locator hidden in the flesh, and then used medical sutures to sew up the wound, and the rough operation was over.

He took the Winter Soldier to another safe house, threw the locator into the sewer on the way, and went to the pharmacy in disguise to buy some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, the sky was foggy and gray-blue, and the dust in the safe house had fallen into a thick layer. In the darkness, the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a quick shower, and soaked their bodies. The blood-stained clothes were replaced.

"Why did Hydra send you to Gotham?" Brock chewed high-calorie chocolate and poured a glass of milk for the Winter Soldier.

The left side of the Winter Soldier's face was a little swollen. He held the cup with his hand and drank it in small sips. Hearing this, he raised his head and organized his words carefully and carefully: "Those people, they want...to want."

Brock: "...what the hell?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head: "It's not something, it's..." He breathed out, as if he was very distressed that Brock didn't understand him, "It's the claw."

Brock thought about it and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Hydra wants claws?"

The Winter Soldier smiled slightly: "Yeah."

"Anything else?" Brock demanded. "Who did they send you to kill?"

Who to kill?The Winter Soldier thought of the corpses displayed on Irvington Street, the sticky feeling of warm and smelly blood splashing on his face, and the electric shocks again and again. Very bright, as bright as a white cloth, like the sun screaming silently.

His eyes dimmed, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the white liquid splashed all over the floor.

Brock threw a rag on the ground and piled the glass shards to the corner with his foot. Just as he was about to open his mouth to tell the Winter Soldier not to throw things around, someone grabbed his neck from behind again.

Bullock, who was used to it, raised his hands: "What's wrong with you?"

The Winter Soldier's round face was swollen, and his voice was cold: "Say! Who are you?"

Bullock: "..."

What is the effect of Hydra's brainwashing?

"Come here," Brock touched the Winter Soldier's hand, his hoarse voice carried a slight smile, "I'll tell you."

Mr. Ruthless Killer hesitated for a moment, but leaned his body over, his chest pressed against Bullock's back, and he lowered his head and put his ear next to Bullock's.

Brock turned his head slightly, bit the Winter Soldier's earlobe hard, and while the Winter Soldier was stunned, he turned around and hugged him fully.

Seeing the Winter Soldier's bewildered look, the black-haired man stopped his hands contentedly, patted Alpha's face, and said nonchalantly: "If you can't remember the shitty things about Hydra, don't think about it. In the future, remember to follow closely!" I'll do."

The Winter Soldier looked at him, and felt that he was like a beast with smooth skin and sharp teeth, carrying the most primitive, hot and vigorous vitality, which made him blush.

"Okay," said the Winter Soldier condescendingly, "remember."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the man's golden brown eyes, tore off the buttons on Bullock's newly changed clothes, and kissed along the eyes.

Outside the closed window is the gloomy dawn of Gotham.