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

When Clark returned to the Arctic Fortress again during the break at noon, Bruce was crawling out of the nutrition cabin dripping wet.

Those light green liquids flowed down his black hair, slid over his slender neck and limbs, meandered over Brucey's toned muscles, and finally dripped onto the cold white ground of the arctic fortress.

Clark first averted his eyes a little embarrassedly, then hurriedly found a towel for Bruce and handed it over.

"I told Alfred and Dick that you were here," Clark said, glancing up at Bruce, "They're back in the Batcave now."

"Thank you." Bruce felt that the wounds on his body had healed, and even the old wounds from many years ago had been healed. His body was warm, as if he had just basked in the sun at two o'clock in the afternoon.

Bruce took the towel and wiped it off as usual, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into Clark's clothes.

Clark was not there when he came out, and after a few minutes, he flew in from outside with a brown paper bag in his hand.

"I'm afraid you won't be used to the food here, so I went to Wayne Manor," Clark smiled a little embarrassedly, and took out the things in the paper bag one by one, "Afford's veal steak, and Black coffee and cookies."

Bruce froze for a moment.

"You eat first. I have to go back to work. If you want to leave, press the button on the left side of the door. I have given you authorization." Clark smiled kindly, and when he opened the door, he disappeared instantly. He didn't forget to look back at Bruce again.

Why did his small-town aesthetic—the grey-blue plaid shirt and straight-leg black trousers—that he was ridiculed look so good on Bruce?

Clark shook his head, puzzled.

The moment the door was opened, the cold wind of minus [-] degrees from the North Pole blew in, blowing out a goosebump on Bruce's body, but it melted into the room in an instant.

The veal steak has a greasy aroma.

Bruce picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter, mellow dark brown liquid was still hot.Then, his face changed slightly, he put down the coffee, and smelled himself carefully.

Bitter but mellow, there is still a hint of sweetness fermented from caramel hidden in the deepest part, which dissolves into the cold ice and snow smell.

He reached out and touched his neck, the organ that should have shrunk was beating happily under the skin, and with every pulse of the carotid artery, there was a steady stream of distasteful smells for Bruce.

Bruce: "..."

To break out of Clark's big Kryptonian head.

The kind of thinking that no one in Zhenglian can stop.

......

A day later, on the other side of the earth, Bullock was standing under the building of the SHIELD headquarters, seriously thinking about a problem.

He just made a promise to the Winter Soldier "you can always follow me" the day before yesterday and even slept with him. If he repents now, he will be beaten out of the shit.

Besides, he saved the Winter Soldier from Hydra, so what more trouble could he get into?

The premise is that if Captain America and S.H.I.E.L.D. have not found him, there will be Nick Fury's ruthless old braised egg.

Nick Fury, known as the king of secret agents, has long been written into the textbook by the academy, and everyone is used to calling him a one-eyed corned egg.Bullock thinks what one of his Chinese classmates said is very true—to be old and not die is to be a thief. Nick Fury has worked in such a high-risk position for so many years, and has been chased and intercepted by countless villains who want to destroy the world. He is still alive and kicking. , I am afraid that he has cultivated to become the essence of human beings a long time ago.

It's fine to lie to Captain America, and it's fine to lie to Red Skull, who has inexplicable trust and affection for Crossbones, but it's really difficult to lie to Nick Fury.

In fact, he didn't come to the downstairs of S.H.I.E.L.D. of his own accord.The anti-tracking and positioning program was not installed in Selena's usual mobile phone. Brock accidentally boarded it, and was caught by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had been guarding the computer for a long time.

Twenty minutes later, agents Coulson and Patton of S.H.I.E.L.D. landed in front of Bullock's door in a small flying car.

The wanted criminal Selena was taken aback. Under Bullock's instruction, she quickly led the Winter Soldier to escape through the back door through the window, leaving only him, a job seeker who missed the interview, to face the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Before opening the door, Bullock glanced at the window that hadn't been closed yet, and exhaled.

For him, he already knew the true identity of the Winter Soldier in another parallel universe, but he didn't care if the Winter Soldier was Bucky or how many people he killed.

But Sergeant James Barnes is essentially a goofy good guy, a hero willing to give his life for others.

Brock can hide him, he can turn him into a fool tied to his belt, but he really thinks it's pointless and boring to do so, and he doesn't want to give the Winter Soldier who has almost zero self-care ability to continue Ass-wiping babysitter.

So get in touch with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Captain America, send the Winter Soldier to where he should go as soon as possible, and then live a life of reselling/army/fire, sometimes killing and setting fire, which is the most suitable for each other.

"Mr. Rumlow?" Agent Phil Coulson's voice brought Bullock back to his senses, "Aren't you going in?"

Clint looked back at him, chewing on the potato chips in his mouth.

Bullock looked up and swept the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, twitching the corner of his mouth: "Then let's go."

Clint handed him the potato chips in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you tell me that you are going to apply for SHIELD."

"Why did I tell you," Brock took out a handful of potato chips and threw them into his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Can you give me a raise through the back door or something?"

Clint thought for a while: "You have a good idea. If I had the ability, I would have given myself a raise."

Brock followed Coulson into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D. The layout inside was spacious, and agents wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. badges came and went, and the location of each department was clearly marked in the lobby on the first floor.

Surrounded by a river that leads to the Atlantic Ocean, this huge building houses three small aircraft carriers of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The design of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tricurved Wing Building is mainly divided into three parts. The semi-circular arc-shaped building guarding the main building outside is mainly used to store various weapons, and also stationed S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents.In the towering main building in the middle are administrative offices and scientific research departments, and the offices of Nick Fury and Pierce are on the top floor of the main building.In the square covered with translucent bulletproof glass, all kinds of travel tools are parked, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

Walking into the main building of S.H.I.E.L.D., Bullock felt as if he had been swallowed by a giant steel beast and was about to be chewed to pieces.

After Bullock handed over all the weapons on his body, Coulson used his authority card to press the button leading to the fourteenth floor in the elevator.

Seeing the red letters jumping rapidly in the elevator, Bullock raised his eyes and asked, "Can I ask why I was admitted without an interview?"

Coulson smiled politely but did not seem formulaic: "You can ask Captain America this question later, he is the one who wants to see you against all odds."

When mentioning Captain America, this Mr. Agent, who looked very mature, involuntarily flashed a bright light in his eyes.

Bullock: "..."

Did you know that you in another universe were killed by Captain America's Deadpool?

And who knows if the Captain America in this universe is still the original one?

Bullock felt a little headache.

The pain became more pronounced when meeting Captain America.

Captain America sat on the seat with his back straight and straight like a javelin. He looked at Bullock with complicated eyes, feeling a little anxious.

And Nick Fury probably couldn't get out to meet him in person, so he had to cast his big face on the wall, and asked Brock about Gotham with a serious face.

"In fact, because of the special nature of Gotham, S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been able to establish a branch in Gotham, so the acquisition of intelligence on Gotham City is also very lagging." Coulson explained to Bullock on the side.

Bullock half-truthfully fooled Nick Fury: "I don't know the specific situation, I only know that the Court of Owls sent nearly a hundred killers to assassinate the political leaders of Gotham City. The situation was very chaotic that night. I unfortunately suffered a little The wounded found a place to hide."

Nick Fury played a video with an "I know you're donkey me" look on his face.

In it, Bullock cooperates with a man with a metal arm to kill all directions, a small revolver is used superbly, and the two of them set off a bloodbath back to back.

It's not at all the same as the poor little boy he himself said was injured a little bit.

Bullock defended himself: "I'm just self-defense!"

Nick Fury seemed too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and went straight to the point: "Mr. Rumlow, with this video as evidence, S.H.I.E.L.D. has every reason to throw you in prison. And the only reason you stand here is that we need Your intelligence, about the Winter Soldier, about Hydra's operations in Gotham."

Steve stood up at this moment and walked in front of Brock, staring at him seriously with a pair of beautiful blue eyes that were somewhat greenish, that worried and guilty look could break the hearts of everyone around him.

He frowned, and said solemnly in a voice that brought tears to his listeners: "Mr. Rumlow, the Winter Soldier is very important to me, and I implore you—if you have any news about him, please do Tell me."