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

Seeing that the female nurse who had turned into a monster turned and rushed, Bullock stuffed the child into the midwife's arms and pushed her out of the room.

After doing this, the insect's tentacles had wrapped around Bullock's arm, and the sharp and powerful mandible was about to bite towards the neck. The saliva and blood were sticky together, and a thick and moist bloody smell rushed towards his face. Disgusting.

The pale-faced man held a scalpel in his right hand, and lightly raised it upwards. The sharp blade cut off the tentacles, and was thrown obliquely again.

With a flash of cold light, several scalpels of different sizes accurately pierced the monster's eyes, and the shrill and ear-piercing cry rang out again.

Bullock took the opportunity to flash out of the room, locked the door from the outside, and waved at the woman who was stunned.

"What the hell are you doing standing there? Go call the security guard!"

The woman's hands were trembling, and she raised her hands tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "Mister...you, your child...do you still want it?"

Bullock: "..."

Almost forgot about the kid.

The security guards of the hospital swarmed from outside the building, evacuated everyone and guarded the door, waiting for the police to come to deal with it.

Among the chaotic crowd, Bullock avoided the man on the left who kept chanting prayers, grabbed the midwife he knew, took the baby from her hand, and asked in a daze: "Is this all right? take him home?"

The woman's face showed a toothache, and it seemed that she was holding back her urine, and finally turned into a formulaic politeness helplessly. Looking at the strong and strong laborer who saved her life, she said: " Please follow me to the newly vacated ward in the obstetrics department, and observe the situation before leaving."

After hearing this, Bullock felt relieved, and calmly carried the naked child, followed him all the way to the observation room, watching the nurse take the child for examination, his head was blank.

He recalled the touch for a moment.

It's too soft...

Before he could feel a little taste of being a father, a figure in a hurry broke in at the door.

Wearing a black hat and a beard that covered his neck and half his face, the man looked like a street bum.

Brock opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"What are you doing here?"

Bucky scratched his head, thought about it seriously, and said with great uncertainty: "Just...you have a baby today? Let me come and see?"

Brock sat by the bed, not knowing how to answer the conversation. He was silent for a while, and followed Bucky's words: "The child has been taken away, and the nurse will probably bring it back later. Are you in a hurry?"

Bucky stood by the bed and shook his head quickly: "No, I'm not in a hurry."

The person next to the hospital bed looked at Bullock with pity, and his substantive eyes seemed to say:

The poor Omega is really unkind to others.

Bucky felt that his head might have been hit by a hammer, and horses and soldiers could not form a line, leaving only a noisy miasma, mocking his own ridiculousness.

"You..." Bucky carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, tentatively holding Brock's hand, "How do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Bullock's heart went straight to the wind: "What is this, it's not as painful as when you stabbed me twice when we first met."

Bucky: "..." Heartbroken.

Only then did I remember that my original self was able to stab Brock twice without changing his face.

But now seeing him frowning makes me feel worried.

Bullock squinted at him and didn't take his hand away.

Bucky looked at Brock's laziness, his heart felt warm, and he leaned over and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I'm too selfish."

Brock stretched out his hand and patted Bucky's head, a heart that drifted to nowhere suddenly fell to the ground, and all the absurdity seemed to be settled, he said calmly: "You are not selfish, you are too selfish, really I don’t understand how you people can save the world and still be addicted.”

Bucky pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

Bullock: "Are you a repeater?"

Bucky rubbed against Bullock's neck: "It's good to see you."

It seems that Bullock is always so full of vitality, no matter what injury he suffers or encounters, he can get up, and people can generate infinite strength just by looking at it.

Brock pushed him away, looked out the window at the emergency troops rushing to the hospital one after another, and said, "You should go, Luther's people will probably come soon."

Bucky nodded, and gently kissed Bullock's face with his lips hidden in his beard, then got up and straightened his hat, wrapped in the warm air in the room, walked all the way into the cold wind, and the cold reality was blown away Warmth and sweet dreams.

I didn't have time to see my child.

He thought, don't worry, one day you will see, I will take that little guy to do all the things that children like to do.

But he can't always be a wanted man.

After the police solved the monster that suddenly transformed, they came to Bullock to make a statement and asked about the situation at the scene.

Subsequently, Bullock finally returned home with the newborn baby.

All kinds of baby products at home were prepared by Selena, nothing special, they were all the most expensive ones she picked from the supermarket. Although Tony was very busy, he also came here once.

However, the popular idol Iron Man, who is less than 40 years old, still can't accept the fact that he has been promoted to the grandpa's generation.

Other than that, nothing special.

Several members of Congress that Tony contacted in conjunction with the Supreme Federal Judge questioned Luthor's various practices.

Louise Lane made a special report on Superman's assassination of the president's bodyguard. This Pulitzer Prize-winning female reporter is very credible. The anger also faded a little.

Not to mention that the residents of Metropolis have long since begun to miss Superman.

I miss the Kryptonian who was willing to chat with the girl who committed suicide for an afternoon, and who was willing to send the boy whose bicycle broke down.

The several media groups that Tony bought a few months ago have already begun to guide public opinion. Louise's report has made a good start. Driven by money and capital, the balance that was originally completely in favor of Luthor is now Back to balance a little bit.

Many people are less determined than they think.

Everyone has to run for their own livelihood, intrigue with colleagues, disobedient adolescent children, fat belly and receding hairline...all are more distressing than sensational stories on the Internet.

But the most important thing is the underground resistance organization.

As if they had discussed with Tony, none of the super villains who should be rescued or hunted down were left behind, and the battle damage caused by it was made public after the mission through a well-organized report, and even internally. Some heroes with special abilities have been selected to evacuate and protect the masses when others are fighting, trying to minimize casualties.

Although they still can't save everyone, and they can't break all the evils, but some people also gradually see that it is more difficult to save from the hands of super villains who are becoming more and more capable and sophisticated by relying on Luthor's "cloak guardian" and the police alone. the masses.

With the comparison, you will know what you have missed.

After all, this is a long process of twists and turns, but fortunately, kind-hearted people will not compromise and are willing to wait.

Bullock's pregnancy leave turned into parental leave, and in a flash, the wrinkled baby has grown to more than four months old.

"Haven't you named him yet?" Selena let the baby nibble on her finger with a bitter face.

"No, you can call him Sam," Brock's muscles had long since returned to their former perfect level, "John is fine too, or Jack?"

Selena: "...why these names?"

Bullock: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has the most people with those names."

Selena touched the child's head pityingly: "It's really hard for you to have such a father."

Bullock rolled his eyes: "Come on, I'm going to be bored to death by him every day."

Selena grinned indecently, said nothing, and rolled over the window like a cat.

Who knew that after she left like this, there was only a ferocious Bullock left in the room. The little baby trembled all over, and couldn't help crying with his mouth open.

Bullock was so annoyed by him that his soul was almost out of his body. The baby sounded like he was going to be out of breath in the next breath, and the cry was like a needle, piercing the eardrum one after another, as if trying to pull out the brain and throw it away again. Stir fry in a frying pan.

The man looked at the baby in the cradle, scratched his hair angrily, and walked around the room again and again.

In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer. He drew a gun, pointed it at the baby's fluffy little head, and shouted, "Shut up the fuck! Believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot!!!"

The little baby who didn't know whether it was Tom or Jack stared at the green round eyes, and the small red mouth was half-opened, and the saliva flowed out crookedly.

Brock tried to maintain a ferocious expression.

But the baby stopped crying, raised his chubby hand curiously, touched the black gun, and giggled, as if he liked it very much.

Brock breathed a sigh of relief, unloaded the bullet, threw the gun into the cradle, and let him play.

"Brother, let's discuss something, don't chew the paint off, this is my favorite gun."

The man sighed vicissitudes of life, facing the sunset outside the window, he couldn't believe that he and this little boy had lived in peace for almost five months.

Suddenly, he shook his head and smiled.

"I lied to you, this gun is given to you," the black-haired man opened the window to blow the wind, "my favorite weapon is not here now."

"Cluck!" The baby clapped his hands drooling.

Brock made a cup of milk powder and half forced him to drink it, and then smoked a cigarette by the window.

The soot fell with the wind, and on the horizon covered by tall buildings in the distance, the office workers who were rushing home looked in a hurry, and more than half of them didn't know why, their legs went limp, and they fell to the ground brittle.

Or squatting or kneeling, their blurred faces are buried on the knees, and their mouths are squeaking.