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

The Winter Soldier is gone for a long time.

Brock couldn't contact him, and he had no reason to stay in S.H.I.E.L.D. He wanted to get out of here quickly, but was finally caught by Mr. Stark's generous extra money.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers hate each other, except for a very few fangirls, the rest can't wait to spray each other with saliva.

——SHIELD thinks that the Avengers are disorganized and undisciplined, and the Avengers think that SHIELD is as scheming as other intelligence agencies, and there is no bottom line in their actions.

But after all, they have many entanglements that cannot be cut clearly.

In the past, the communication between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers was generally taken care of by Black Widow and Captain America, but since Black Widow was sent to Hydra to go undercover, this task was handed over to Hawkeye Clint and Crossbone Lang mlo.

As for how the news that the black widow went undercover to Hydra was spread, it is all thanks to Mr. Clint Barton, who is enthusiastic and just.

By chance, Clint discovered the dirty underground deal between Black Widow and Hydra. When he was angry, he first went to Nick Fury to make a small report, and after he got the order to shut up , he did the opposite, and went to the Avengers to preach it out of righteous indignation.

Kuaiyin, who loves to watch and is nosy, volunteered to reveal the true face of the Black Widow with Clint. As a result, the two were caught by Hydra together, and they were about to lose their lives.

In desperation, the Black Widow fought back, killed several Hydra agents, brought a teenager and an older child back to S.H.I.E.L.D., and exposed her identity.

This is the biggest stain in her career as an agent.

After that, the black widow applied for a year-long latent mission and ran to a small corner of the earth that could not be found.

"I don't want to see these two idiots again within a year." - The original words from the red-haired female agent, every word is crying blood.

Bullock deeply sympathized with the Black Widow once, but he quickly rejoiced that Mr. Stark is a hot and sexy Beta, and has a 360-degree sparkling wealth and wealth, holding double wages from the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. Bullock is living a happy life every day.

As long as you can stand Iron Man's pickiness, insincerity, and that head that always radiates clever light waves and dominates the crowd.

Anyway, Brock can bear it - with his thick skin, Tony's verbal attacks can't hurt him at all, but Captain America's nagging and incomparably upright three views, every time he launches a power-up big move, it can hit the soul directly.

Simply bald.

02:30 p.m., Stark Tower,

"Mr. Rumlow, you can go and wait in room A22 on the 03nd floor first," the receptionist smiled politely while checking Bullock's appointment information, "Mr. Stark will end the board meeting in about 10 minutes. .”

Bullock nodded, pointed at the black-clothed bodyguards filing in at the entrance of the hall, and asked, "Why are these people here?"

The receptionist maintained a polite and formulaic smile: "Sorry, I don't know either."

Bullock just asked casually, without thinking too much, took the elevator and went up to the 22nd floor after taking the pass and hanging it around his neck.

After Bullock turned around, the receptionist quickly took out her mobile phone and took a photo of his back, and sent it to her good friend.

【That super handsome S.H.I.E.L.D. agent came to see Mr. Stark again today!His eyes are so beautiful!Stubble is super sexy!You have no idea how well he fits Mr. Stark!I can even imagine him calling Mr. Stark's little baby with a doting face! 】

Soon, she received a system reply.

[Sorry, you have been deleted as a friend by "The Sweetest Shield Iron World". 】

Bullock on the other end was not as lucky as the front desk lady imagined. After waiting in the room for more than ten minutes with nothing to do, Tony shuffled in through the door.

He is wearing a coquettish purple suit today, embroidered with dazzling dark patterns, which are piled together like small swirls, making the redneck Brock dizzy.

Brock blinked his old and dazed eyes, threw the document in his hand to Tony, and turned his head hastily.

"Look at the signing, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s joint operation last week cost 3000 million yuan, and you should pay 1000 million according to the contract."

Tony turned directly to the last page, wrote his name smoothly on the signature with a pen, and asked without raising his head: "Just this? You can go to my lawyer for less than [-] million in cash I usually don't ask questions."

Bullock took over the signature of the donor's father, and faced with the flow of hundreds of millions of dollars, he was already ashamed.

He took out another thick contract from the folder, put it on the table with a snap, and said, "No, it's for this thing."

Tony took it and flipped it through, looking at ten lines at a glance, and threw it back on the table after turning a few pages, with a mocking tone: "The Superhero Registration Act? That's interesting, why don't you brand all the lambs on every farm in Texas?" The symbol of SHIELD? If you divert half of your meddling ability to do business, you won't have to ask the Avengers for help."

Bullock was not angry when he heard that his work unit was sprayed with nothing. He put away the bill, shrugged his shoulders, and said plainly: "The environment is different. Lex Luthor is running for president. The slogan Even for the regulation and management of superhuman beings, Pierce also pressed hard, and then drew up a first draft, and if you are not satisfied with S.H.I.E.L.D., you can make changes.”

Tony sat on the chair nonchalantly and asked, "Where's Nick Fury?"

"Who knows," Brock said, "he's been busy with other things recently, and I'm also running errands for Deputy Director Hill."

"Why doesn't Hill come by himself?"

"she--"

As soon as the sentence started, screams suddenly sounded outside, and the ladies' high-heeled shoes tapped on the ground. It sounded like something bad had happened.

Bullock's weapons were all left on the first floor when he entered the door. At this time, he had to pick up a baseball bat used in the office as a decoration, with the signature of "the god of baseball" Babe Ruth on it.

Tony looked at Bullock anxiously.

Brock pushed first, then poked at the door with his precious bat when it couldn't open.

"You..." Tony took his hand, feeling a little distressed, "Take it easy!"

Bullock: "..."

The next moment, his arm muscles tightened, and he slammed on the doorknob. The thick solid wooden door creaked a few times, but it still didn't open.

Tony on the other side activated the battle armor remotely, and at the same time the metal on the watch began to expand and deform, covering the entire left hand in a few seconds. He raised his hand, and the air repulsion cannon in the palm of his hand was activated.

After two Weng Ming, the door crashed to the ground.

Bullock's professional habits made him protect Tony behind him, he turned his head, raised his index finger and compared it to his lips.

Tony knew very well that he was not strong enough without armor, so he followed Brock obediently.

In the corridor are a dozen armed men in yellow suits, holding guns to drive away the employees of Stark Tower.

Tony looked at their uniforms, which looked familiar.

"It's AIM!"

Bullock had obviously heard of this name before, and he tried to bring Tony among the employees while confirming, "Is it the people from the Pioneer Machinery Company?"

Tony lowered his head and smiled, and said meaningfully: "That's right, a company established by a group of so-called 'Frankensteins'."

Bullock: "If I remember correctly, I almost joined this company. When recruiting, they didn't say that the uniform was so ugly."

It's quite ugly. This group of people are covered in bright yellow, with a rectangular metal yellow helmet covering their heads. They are ugly and have a unique flavor, and they have a bit of hydra's green excrement all over their bodies.

"Two people in front! Stop!" The leader of the dozen-member team shouted to stop Brock and Tony.

"It's all because you are so conspicuously dressed." Bullock sighed, his expression very vicissitudes.

"Pull it down, who doesn't recognize Iron Man's face?" Tony rolled his eyes.

The two stood still in place.

"I'll count from three to one, and you start running to the emergency passage, don't look back." Bullock weighed the baseball bat hidden behind him.

"it is good."

"three--"

The leader greeted two of his men and walked towards Brock and Tony.

The staff next to them watched their every move in horror.

"two--"

Brock raised his head and smiled at them, a small wound that had just scabbed at the corner of his brow suddenly came alive.

"one!"

Bullock pushed Tony back, and threw out a baseball bat with his right hand, hitting the little head collar's chest, which happened to be the intersection of the mid-clavicle line and the fifth rib.

The heart was hit hard, and the severe pain rushed from the chest to the brain. The little leader's legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Brock bent down to avoid the attacks of the remaining two, and at the same time drew a gun from the leader's waist.

With a gun in his hand, Bullock gained a bit of confidence, and with a few precise bursts, the minions of AIM fell down.

At this point, Brock took the time to look at Tony's situation.

The restless billionaire didn't run away, but was helping to evacuate his staff. He was stuck in the emergency passage, barely fighting with a minion, and put his subordinates at the back.

"When will your battle armor arrive?" Bullock knocked out a minion with an elbow, and the shooting with his right hand didn't stop, the muzzle of the gun kept ejecting bright yellow flames.

Tony finally shot the little yellow man into the air, his breathing was a little short, he looked at his mobile phone, his expression was not good.

"Uh... actually my armor probably won't get there. AIM has turned my building into a comms silence zone. Well, they're kind of capable."

Bullock's face was ashen: "Oh?"

Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. Four minions carried a coffin-shaped cage and appeared at the end of the corridor. The afternoon sun made their figures extraordinarily long.

Snapped.

The cage was opened.

The huge red monster inside let out a squeaking and shrill laugh at them. It was like a centipede magnified hundreds of times, with countless short and thin legs moving restlessly under its body.

"Squeak squeak!"

The insect's mouthparts were wide open, and there were two bright fangs in the blood-stained mouth.

Its hundreds of legs pounded rapidly, making a screeching sound on the floor, like long fingernails scratching a dry blackboard.