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

Many people stood in front of the TV, preparing to watch the outcome of the trial.

The New York War completely exposed the Avengers to the public. In just one month, many unknown superpowers appeared one after another in the world. Superheroes are no longer idols sought after by young people and children, but It has really become a social problem.

Even, in Luthor's inaugural speech to take over the presidency, he once again reiterated the proposal of the Superhero Registration Act, and hoped that superheroes with strong social influence like Captain America, Iron Man and Superman would lead by example and assist the government to manage These masked, rebellious and superhuman beings.

The Winter Soldier just hit the muzzle.

He was injected with super soldier serum and brainwashed by the famous villain organization Hydra. Since the Cold War, he has created a series of murders and assassinated countless dignitaries and senior officials.

But at the same time, he did save countless lives in the Battle of New York.

It is true that mental patients do not bear legal responsibility for killing people, but it does not mean that they can be released without charge. They will be locked up in mental hospitals for supervision and treatment.

Stark's elite lawyer team is full of energy and ready to go.

But at the same time, the prosecution is also the best. Just because they dare to take the case under pressure, they can know that they are the group of people who are the most experienced and most trusted by their superiors.

This case was wonderful from the beginning to the end, and after a few years, the trial process and the debates were even listed as classic cases.

After both parties stated their views, the twelve official members of the jury came to the room prepared for them by the court, and each of them had thick documents and a glass of water in front of them.

In the next room were twelve alternate jurors, ready to take their place when the regular jurors left unexpectedly.

These 24 people have nothing to do with the case, and since they took the oath of office, there are bailiffs following them every day to prevent any bribery and threats from happening. During this period of time, they can hardly get any news about the case from the outside world. Only what the judge decides they can get them.

Likewise, everyone underwent psychiatric testing to ensure they were mentally healthy, cognitively normal, and able to make rational decisions based on the situation.

Twelve official jurors, randomly selected from all over the United States,

White, black, Chinese...

Old people, young people just coming of age, mothers of children...

High school dropout, Ph.D. from the Ivy League...

Their identities, races and ages are different, but now they have to get together to decide the fate of a person for the rest of his life.

The jury discussion went on for a long time.

Until the sun went down and the court closed its doors, there was still no result of the discussion.

The first day, the second day... until the fifth night, under the witness of countless media, under the watchful eyes of people who care about superhero issues all over the world, the gray-haired federal justice stood up and announced the jury gives the result:

Acquitted.

"Son, this kind of thing is unprecedented, so I don't think anyone can give a satisfactory result for everyone. But what I know is that your destination should not be a lonely prison cell."

Under the commotion, the old man gave a wrinkled smile, staggered, and retreated behind the flashing lights.

On the other side, Bullock finally found his cigarette.

He clicked on it, took a deep breath, and his hanging heart fell quietly, giving birth to a sense of security that even he couldn't explain clearly.

The cast had been removed from his leg, and Bullock walked home alone on the night of the trial.

When he got home, a figure stood in front of his door, seemingly a little uneasy, wandering back and forth.

Bucky was wearing a well-tailored black suit, and the color of the tie matched his eyes. He raised his foot and walked towards his Omega. The former little prince of Brooklyn pulled out a blood-red rose from his back, bowed his head gently, and said with a smile Meaning: "I'm back."

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He opened the corner of his mouth: "Come back when you come back, who will you show me wearing such a coquettish bag?"

Bucky handed the rose to Bullock's face, still with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, blinked his eyes, and deliberately leaned into Bullock's ear and lowered his voice: "Let me show you, I will formally pursue you from now on. "

"Excuse me, sir, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

The veins on Brock's forehead twitched violently, and he pulled the rose and threw it on Bucky's face: "What a date! You're so yin and yang! I think you deserve a beating!"

Bucky: "..."

He couldn't help being aggrieved, frowned slightly, and said almost coquettishly, "Don't you want to date me?"

He put on his classic aggrieved face, with the corners of his mouth drooping, as if he had been injured, and stared at Bullock dissatisfied.

Seeing his appearance, Bullock's heart was half extinguished. He touched his nose and turned to open the door.

Bucky hurriedly took advantage of the gap when he closed the door, and squeezed in from the outside.

Then he obediently cleaned up Brock's house that had not been lived in for more than a month from the inside to the outside, and the suit he got from somewhere was covered in dust.

By the time he made the bed, Brock had already taken a shower, was puffing on the sofa, lazily watching Bucky go about his business by himself.

"Stop smoking." Bucky said seriously, wiping his face with his shirt.

Bullock: "Shut up."

Bucky: "I'll shut up if you agree to date me."

Brock: "Looking for a beating?"

Bucky pursed his lips, sat on the ground and stared at Brock with his eyes.

"Tut tsk tsk," Bullock waved at him, "come here."

Bucky walked over slowly, feeling that he was embraced by the man across from him, he hooked the corners of his mouth, showing a sly smile.

He knew that Brock was going to get his way.

Bullock didn't like to see his grievance face, no matter whether the grievance was real or fake.

……

It has been almost three months since Captain America’s good brother Bucky was judged by the court to come to S.H.I.E.L.D. for supervision and management after the trial. Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. has always seen some wonderful scenes.

For example, Agent Rumlow, who is so domineering in S.H.I.E.L.D. that everyone hates ghosts, becomes more irritable every day, and the field staff can hear his roar through several walls

For another example, everyone can see Bucky chasing Agent Rumlow all the time every day, leaving Er Kang who is dejected by the side to beat Captain America.

However, the task completion rate of these two people has always been the highest in the field, and Agent Coulson has expressed his willingness to promote them.

"Brock!" Clint yelled aggrievedly, "Bucky is looking for you again!"

Bullock folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

Under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rules that internal employees are not allowed to fall in love, Bucky didn't make it too obvious. He just handed the documents in his hand to Brock with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder to mobilize him.

"This is the report from the last joint mission with the Avengers. Steve said that the signatures of every field combatant are required."

"You can ask him to send it directly to my communicator." Bullock was expressionless.

Bucky thoughtfully turned the document to the page that needed Brock's signature, and said, "It's okay, I just came here, and I need to get acquainted with S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Clint watched coldly from the sidelines.

Brock: "...Familiar with the fart, your ability to detect terrain is better than everyone here."

Clint pouted.

Bucky tilted his head and pretended to be innocent, and he was modest by the way: "It's not such an exaggeration, Agent Patton is also very good."

Clint nodded: "You've said something human."

But Bullock stabbed him horizontally: "You are so good that you still thought you were a ghost when you were scared to cry three years ago?"

Clint: "Hehe, who doesn't have a dark history as a rookie, I'm very good now! I'll beat you one and two!"

The two awkward people turned their heads in unison in an instant, smiled devilishly at Clint, and said in unison: "Let's go, go to the training ground to practice your hands."

So under the watchful eyes of the idlers in SHIELD, Clint showed everyone how the long-range output can beat two close combatants.

Weird.

Before they could start, someone stopped them.

"Something has happened," the man looked at his mobile phone with a strange expression on his face, "you should read the news."

The relaxed but slightly noisy chatting of the field staff was instantly extinguished. Everyone picked up their phones one after another, lowered their heads, and their expressions gradually became dignified.

It was a 40-plus-second video.

Superman and new president Lex Luthor.

The two met at a secret location, and the atmosphere at the beginning seemed peaceful on the video, Luthor even raised his hand and patted Superman on the shoulder.

But the next moment, Superman raised his head with red eyes.

Luther's bodyguards quickly stepped forward to protect the honorable Mr. President.

Superman first attacked the bodyguard, then lifted the car on the side and smashed it hard on the bodyguards, and then, the video began to flash.

As soon as the camera panned, the car exploded.

The people under the car let out a shrill howl, and Superman flew into the air to leave, and the blood-red cloak and the alien disappeared with a whoosh.

But what echoed in everyone's eyes and ears for a long time was the bloody fire and the heart-scratching screams.

Finally, the video ends with several charred and deformed bodies inside the forensic room.

This news is like a deadly and domineering cancer cell, quickly spreading to the whole world through the network, devouring and attacking everyone's sanity and sense of security, and deforming normal cells.

After all, that person is Superman, and other superheroes have been rebellious and some have been accused of being lynchers.But Superman...he is the son of light who is trusted by the people.

"Agent Rumlow," Pierce, who has temporarily returned to take over as the acting director of S.H.I.E.L.D. since Nick Fury disappeared, suddenly sent a message to Brock, "come to the top floor director's office quickly and don't tell anyone. Be alone Come."

The doubts in Bullock's mind were fleeting, he immediately stood up, pretended to be nonchalant, and left the field office.