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

Bullock took a step back, spread his hands and said sincerely: "I just met that person by chance, and I don't know much about Hydra's actions in Gotham. If you want to put me in prison, then bring it on."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Nick Fury, who was projected on the wall, with calm eyes.

He knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was perfectly capable of putting him in any prison that wasn't on the map.But on the one hand, if Captain America really wants to find the Winter Soldier, he will definitely stop Nick Fury. On the other hand, even if S.H.I.E.L.D. puts him in prison, Bullock is confident that he can escape, at least in Selena escape with the help of.

Nick Fury smiled meaningfully, the eye that was not covered by the blindfold was bright, he leaned back in the chair leisurely, and said: "Brock Rumlow... What a coincidence, I happen to be Meet a gentleman with the same name and surname as you, who was once a well-known materials scientist and social activist."

Bullock: "...I guess you're talking about my grandfather?" Why does everyone seem to know him?

"But unfortunately," Nick Fury said falsely, "after he invented the alchemy formula, Hydra kidnapped him. Pierce and I were ordered to rescue Dr. Rumlow, but due to various mistakes, he died in the On the ice sheets of Siberia."

Bullock: "Great, you all know more than I do."

Nick Fury tapped his hand on the table.

"You were not born at that time, so you probably don't know how many people are crazy about the alchemy formula invented by Dr. Vibranium and Adamantium...makes a lot of people drool even today."

Brock understood this, and he sneered: "You are such a bastard that you can't find it with a lantern, Nick Fury."

Nick Fury didn't care, and continued: "If Hydra now, no, not just Hydra, all intelligence-sensitive organizations know that Dr. Rumlow has a descendant, and he holds that An alchemy formula that no one had obtained decades ago..."

Inexplicably, Brock, who had his head kicked into a shit bowl, was stunned by Nick Fury's showmanship.

But Nick Fury is right, if S.H.I.E.L.D. really spread the word, not just Hydra, Wakanda wouldn't have ignored him in the first place.

Not to mention the CIA, MI[-], multinational companies that support private military forces, and even major underground terrorist organizations...

Not only himself, but his mother who is not doing business all day long and Selena will also be pushed into the fire pit.

And before he could react, Captain America, the all-American moral benchmark, couldn't listen anymore.

Steve stepped forward, looked at the bald brine with disappointment and dissatisfaction, and used his upright voice to crazily output to Nick Fury's three views:

"First of all, I never knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. was an organization that spread rumors for no reason and threatened citizens. Second, even if this gentleman really possessed the alchemy formula you mentioned, how would he use it? We have no right to interfere with his freedom. Finally, since the scientist died in Siberia because of your and Pierce's mistakes, let alone sincerely apologize to him, what qualifications and position do you have to threaten his descendants? ?”

Bullock: "..."

Oh my god, it's well-founded, well-organized, and irrefutable.

Nick Fury is not annoyed, anyway, Captain America can't affect any of his decisions.

He just stood up and looked at Bullock condescendingly: "Think about it carefully, Mr. Rumlow, and give me an answer before ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Then Nick Fury clicked off the video call interface, the walls returned to clean white, and the room fell into silent embarrassment.

The communicator on Coulson's wrist beeped twice, and he broke the silence with a smile, as if all the unhappiness had never happened, and he was just a conscientious boss.

"Mr. Rumlow, your file is currently classified as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. Junior Agent Group D, which falls under my jurisdiction."

After speaking, Coulson took out a watch-like metal communicator from his pocket and handed it to Brock.

"Crunch." Clint was still munching on the potato chips, dumbfounded.

Coulson straightened his suit without any wrinkles, rubbed Clint's head like a cat, and led him out who was still chewing potato chips.

Brock reluctantly used his fingerprint and iris to set a password for the communicator.

After Coulson and Clint left, it was just him and Captain America left in the room.

Under Steve's eloquent righteous attack, he almost couldn't hold back and confessed to the Winter Soldier, so he just found an excuse and fled under Steve's deeply worried eyes.

Brock finally understood.

A man who has sold countless national debts is really scary.

In addition to being knocked to death by his shield more than 70 years ago, those German soldiers were also likely to be killed by his earnest nagging.

When Captain America was speaking, there seemed to be bursts of national anthem behind him. Such a BGM made Bullock want to commit suicide.

......

Brock took the intercity light rail from New York back to Gotham, and found Selena and the Winter Soldier after throwing off a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were following him.

Unsurprisingly, the two didn't get along well.

Looking at the bruises at the corners of Selena's mouth, the dark circles under the eyes of the Winter Soldier and the broken furniture all over the floor, Bullock really didn't know whether he should be glad that the Winter Soldier didn't run away from Selena, or that he should be glad that the Winter Soldier didn't run away. Kill Selena by hand.

Speaking of the aggrieved Winter Soldier nestled under the table, Brock smoothed his hair and asked, "No one will come to you after I leave, right?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head and nodded.

"What do you mean, you?" Brock rubbed his temple, feeling very headache.

"It means that someone has been here," Selena rolled her eyes and explained while drinking water, "We just ran away. I'm not picky, but look at his appearance, what do you like about him? Even I can't even say a word, and—”

"Okay, okay," Bullock covered Selena's mouth with a sad face, "I have something to ask him, what should you do?"

Selena's eyes widened, she stepped on her high-heeled shoes, lifted her bag, slammed the door shut, and walked away angrily.

The Winter Soldier looked at the back of Selena who ran away in anger, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The next moment he was slapped on the head by Bullock.

"Laugh! What are you laughing at?"

The corner of the Winter Soldier's mouth drooped again.

Brock put on a fierce face, looked directly at the Winter Soldier and said, "I know you don't remember very well, but the questions I'm going to ask next are very important. Think hard about it, do you understand?"

The Winter Soldier exhaled, stood up straight, and nodded seriously: "Yes."

"About the Hydra mission," Brock touched his hand, "How much do you remember, tell me from beginning to end."

The Winter Soldier's breathing suddenly became a little messy.

He lowered his eyes, swept his eyelashes up and down, and licked his lips in a little confusion.

"I...wake up."

"and then?"

The Winter Soldier looked up: "Brainwashing, they brainwashed me."

Brock hummed, touched up his arm, and rubbed the back of the Winter Soldier's round head.

"It hurts a little," the Winter Soldier couldn't help shrinking into Brock's palm, "photo, the photo of the target."

"Did they show you a picture of the target?" Bullock asked.

"Ah."

Brock thought of the room of dead people he had seen that night on Irvington Street, especially the ones sitting around the table in owl masks.

"Did you kill those people wearing owl masks?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a while, nodded, and then continued stumblingly: "That... Claw, you smell on me, I smell it there, I... I remembered something, I want to run. ..they stop me, it's messy..."

Brock felt like he was playing a very difficult jigsaw puzzle. He needed to find clues from the Winter Soldier's vague memory fragments, and then use his imagination to assemble a complete pattern.

Talons with his taste?

He has probably touched three or four claws.The first one came to assassinate Bruce at the dinner party that day, and the rest came to assassinate Selena the night before, and they chased them across half of Gotham persistently.

It was also on the day Selena was hunted down that Bullock received a message from Hydra to all field agents near Gotham and saw the Winter Soldier.

Judging from the time, what the Winter Soldier saw should be the sharp claw that assassinated Bruce that night. Brock still remembers that sharp claw was splashed with his blood.

And the Winter Soldier... actually thought of something because of this smell, which caused the brainwashing effect to temporarily go out of control?

Brock gave the Winter Soldier a complicated look.

"That female Alpha," the Winter Soldier raised his head, the light in his green eyes flickering, "she... will be the most powerful claw."

Selena?

Brock's heart trembled, and he asked anxiously, "What does this mean?"

The Winter Soldier thought for a moment in distress, as if trying to straighten his tongue: "They said, she is very suitable."

Brock frowned and asked, "The Court of Owls wants Selena? They say she's perfect for a Talon?"

The Winter Soldier blinked, "Yeah."

Brock grabbed his coat and two guns and hurried out the door, dialing Selena's number repeatedly.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.