Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Rogers bent down, held the water sprayed from the faucet and rubbed his face fiercely a few times. The moisture on his face took away the heat and gave him the strength to temporarily put aside unnecessary doubts.

He pulled the towel next to him to dry his face, and saw Natasha in a daze in the mirror.Thinking of something uncontrollably, he lowered his eyelashes, hung up the towel, pulled it neatly, and reminded himself to focus on more important things.

"We don't know what Pierce is going to do with the insight plan, and it is impossible to confront him directly." Coming out of the bathroom, Rogers looked as usual.Facing any seemingly insurmountable dilemma, he is used to not being anxious, angry, depressed, and not letting negative emotions dominate him.Because he has always existed as a spiritual force, and it is his duty to guide the people around him out of the predicament.

Natasha came back to her senses and just nodded in response to his words.

"Remember the mobile satellite launcher we rescued before?" Rogers looked at Natasha.

Natasha was forcibly pulled out of the slump, "Yes."

"This is Hydra's plan, so there must be their people on board."

Natasha felt blessed, "Jasper Sitwell, do you think he is Hydra?"

Rogers smiled and reached out, "Do you want to join?"

Natasha patted his palm, "Of course, Shirley."

Rogers laughed.

"What about me?" Sam brought over two cups of coffee.

Rogers looked at him, "Think about the battlefield?"

Sam couldn't deny it.

"Welcome." Rogers smiled, seeing no haze.

Most of the people around Erth who 'protected' him withdrew, and finally there was only one person left.

It may be that the two of them have had too much contact. The person who should have been staring at him in the dark and threatened his life at any time did not shy away from appearing in front of him.

Erce was in a bad mood, and the consumption of his private liquor was increasing day by day.Of course, there is another reason for this.

I poured ice cubes into the glass, poured a layer of amber liquor, and walked towards the living room with it.When he heard the window ring, he twitched his forehead and sat down on the sofa.

The person who came in through the window was still indifferent, and walked to Erth's kitchen on his own, opened Erth's refrigerator, took out the wine that Erth had collected, poured it into Erth's glass, and filled it with wine. Erth was frozen to the ice.

Erce took a sip of his wine, looked at the person sitting across from him with a bottle of wine, and muttered silently, neither angry nor angry.

"Cheers—" Bucky took off the mask on his mouth and raised his glass.

Erce swung his glass perfunctorily.Poisoning is not acceptable. This man has a dog's nose and is highly resistant to drugs.Staring at himself all day long, he is very clear about his every move.

"Pierce didn't give you more work?" Since the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. came to his house, he and Pierce officially broke up.Both of them no longer concealed their hostility towards each other, only mentioning it with hostility and ridicule.

Piers is like a cat on a mouse, watching Ers comfortably struggle under his claws, ugly and powerless.He wasn't in any hurry to kill Lowes, he wanted to see more of his ugliness.

For example, his break with the captain, such as the confrontation between Bucky and the captain.These are good plays arranged by him.

Nasty and disgusting.

Erce reached out to grab the wine bottle in Bucky's hand, with a cloud on his face.He didn't hide his anger.

Bucky shook his hand and glanced at him.

Erce's forehead twitched: "This is my wine."

Bucky turned a deaf ear.Erce closed his eyes, got up and went to the kitchen to take it again, and slammed the refrigerator door hard, expressing his displeasure.

After drinking a little too much, Erce covered his forehead: "Do you know that he is just using you?"

Bucky didn't say a word, just wasted a bottle of Erce's wine as usual, and crawled out of the window.Erth thought for himself that he had just flirted with a cow.The only person in this world who can stimulate Bucky is Rogers.

As for Rogers, all people and things from his familiar era can touch his nerves, not to mention friends who have lived and died.

Erce rubbed the wine glass, his eyes drifting and sinking with the gradually melting ice.The shock that Bucky didn't die to Rogers may become a cushion for being betrayed by himself, and he may use the way of chasing Bucky to escape the confrontation with himself.

He has always been good at suppressing his real needs by running around for others, for a nobler cause, and by worrying.This kind of hero complex was gradually formed when he witnessed his mother being abused by his mother when he was a child.

An admirable character born in a dirty environment.To copulate with darkness, and ultimately to dance with it, is the norm.Only those who climb towards the light in the dark will give people a shocking feeling.

He was once attracted to this quality, but now it is also a headache.

For a while, he really couldn't think of any reason why Rogers couldn't run counter to himself.If you completely draw a line with Hydra, you may still be able to earn a living.However, it is impossible for him to give up such a good situation.

Rogers wouldn't hurt himself, but he probably couldn't accept what he was doing either.The outcome with the greatest probability would be that he chooses to leave himself.

Even if he knew that everything he did was for a further future, it would take a long time before he could let go of it.There will always be a scar between them, and they will never return to the previous state.

Pulling off the collar, Erce leaned back on the sofa, let out a long breath, and gradually lost his sight.

After a while, he got up, swayed a bit, stood firm, and walked to the studio.

Putting the cup on the ground casually, he grabbed the paintbrush and began to paint on the canvas.

Soon, an extremely thin figure appeared on the canvas.The person in the painting is divided into left and right halves by an unclear boundary.Half of the background are all kinds of strange monsters, and there is only firmness and unyielding in that one eye.The other half of the background is a bustling happy scene, and there is only peace and clarity in that eye.

Erth was in an abnormal state, a painting took shape, his eyes were flushed with bloodshot eyes.Not his usual state.

After dismantling the canvas, he fixed a new one, went to the kitchen to bring a few bottles of wine and piled them by his feet, and continued to paint.

By the time he finished venting calmly but frantically, it was already more than ten hours later.

People are fainted, lying in wine bottles and paints that smell strongly of poppy oil.

Bucky opened the window and climbed in, slipping the person on the ground onto the bed.That's all.

After Rogers captured Jasper, he learned all about Project Insight.Zola spent a long time designing an algorithm.This set of algorithms will speculate based on all the electronic files of a person on the Internet whether he will pose a threat to Hydra's ideological rule in the future, and use this as a standard to determine whether to kill the person.

It is very simple. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish.Moreover, the automatic aiming machine guns carried by the three unmanned helicopter carriers cooperate with satellite positioning, and there is a complete technical level to support this crazy plan.

After the three of Rogers learned of the plan, their backs were a little hairy.They must stop this crazy plan.

"Who is the Baron?" Rogers asked abruptly, grabbing Jasper by the collar.

"...he is one of our humerus." Sitwell couldn't help swallowing, facing his now dark blue eyes, and tilted his head back, showing a trace of panic.

"How many insiders do you know?" Rogers continued.

Sam glanced at Natasha with a questioning look.Natasha just glanced at Rogers and said nothing.

"I can give a contact list." Sitwell held up his two hands, "We have a strict hierarchy, and what I said is already all I know. As for other internal plans, I really don't know .”

Rogers threw him away: "Write it down."

The entanglement with Sitwell did not accidentally expose their position. After getting the list, Rogers was chased by the pursuers before he could take a look.

During the fight, he saw a face that shocked him.

Bucky rolled over on the ground, grabbed the mask on the ground, and looked at his target with cold eyes.

"Bucky?" Rogers couldn't believe it.

Bucky froze for a moment, dazed for a moment, and then launched an attack while Rogers was in a daze.It took only a few seconds to determine the outcome of a battle, and Natasha was shot.When Rogers was escorted into the armored vehicle, he was still a little overwhelmed.

He believed his eyes, but everything was too unbelievable.

"Are you okay?" Rogers asked Natasha

"I can't die for the time being." Natasha turned pale and leaned her head against the carriage.

The armored vehicle escorting them stopped abruptly while passing through a tunnel.The person in charge of escorting them showed his true colors, and it was actually Hill.

Hill looked at Rogers and Natasha who were both stunned: "Someone wants to see you."

They were taken away to meet Fury, who was in suspended animation.

"You old bastard." Natasha gritted her teeth.

Rogers was also speechless.

"Forgive me." Fury, who was lying on the bed, tried to half sit up, "I don't know if you can be trusted."

Rogers shook his head, and Natasha turned away to treat her wound.

"So, what did you find out?" Fury said thick-skinned.

Rogers told them what they had found in a few words.Fury turned blue and said nothing, feeling absurd for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gaffe.

How to destroy the insight plan, they need more careful planning, time is running out, but the relationship is important, and they are weak, so they have to be cautious.

Rogers came out of his hiding place and stood on the bridge in a daze.

Natasha came over and put her elbows on the railing: "There are doctors on that list."

Rogers glanced at her and turned his head.

Natasha sighed.

"I always knew he had a side job." After a long silence, Rogers spoke.

Natasha didn't comment, knowing that he just needs a listener now.

"He needs to travel alone and go to different places. Usually it is a chaotic, remote city. From time to time, there will be calls from unknown sources on the mobile phone, the conversations are very cryptic, and sometimes a voice changer will be used on the other side." Rogerston said Dun, "He reminded me not to appear in the institute. The people there are inexplicably wary and wary of me, even... hostile."

Natasha couldn't help but look at him.

"He doesn't care what I find." Rogers' voice seemed to be soaked in the coolness of the wind, "not honest, nor deliberately concealed."

Natasha pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Rogers' jaw tightened: "Would you think I was crazy if I said I was going to confront him face to face?"

Natasha patted his arm: "We are here. Be careful and come back as soon as possible."

Rogers twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't smile.

The author has something to say: the fifth day.

It was entirely jj's fault that he didn't make it before zero o'clock, and cried angrily.

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