Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

"You surprised me." Erce changed his plain prison uniform, turned out, and looked at the person sitting on another bed in the room.

The two siblings are in his plan, but he didn't know that Bucky would actually intervene.But with his help, the siblings finally got on the road a little bit instead of rushing.

Bucky had changed out of his previous attire and was now wearing casual clothes.The flesh on his cheeks, coupled with his perplexed expression for a long time, always gave people an innocent and harmless feeling.

Erce threw the prison uniform into the trash can: "Why did you participate in the prison robbery?"

"Who's Bucky?" he asked seriously.

Erce unpacked the newly purchased towels and spread them on the bed, then took out the newly purchased pillowcases and put them on the pillow, and finally took out the newly purchased towels and began to wipe his hair: "It's you."

Bucky's hands on his knees slowly clenched into fists, showing a confused expression: "Why does that Rogers act like he knows me?"

"You've been brainwashed." Erce half-lyed on the bed, "Your real name is James Barnes. You used to be a member of the Roaring Commando in World War II, and you were also his best friend. You grew up together and were both born in Brooklyn. .

As an adult, you join the military.And he participated in the country's super soldier program and became Captain America.You were captured by Hydra during a frontline battle.They experimented with half-finished replica super soldier serums on you.Captain saved you.

You follow the team and lose an arm when you fall off a cliff to save Rogers during the last assault on Hydra.But because of the serum, you didn't die, and you were recovered from the bottom of the cliff by Hydra.After being frozen for many years, they wake you up and brainwash you again and again.

Thus, you become a weapon. "

Bucky was stunned for a while, obviously unable to absorb so much news for a while.

"Best friend?" he repeated the word.

Erce threw away the towel: "And I am his lover. Well, take your time with the problems in your mind, now, go to sleep. Tomorrow this city will not be able to stay."

"Why do you emphasize that you are his lover?" Bucky wondered.

Obviously some people look demented, but they are still sharp when they should be sharp.IQ is not lost because of being brainwashed.

Erce turned his back on him.

Obviously, I was the one who had been with him the longest, but just because he had no memory, I was short of this demented face for no reason, huh.

"Because you are his lover, did he tell you so many things?" Bucky didn't listen to what Erth said about sleeping.

And Erce didn't listen to his question.

Seeing that people stopped responding to him, Bucky also lay down on the bed.Leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the ceiling, obviously not wanting to sleep.

Still digesting.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "I can't remember anything."

Erce... "Let Wanda stimulate you tomorrow, so you can remember."

Bakiten sat up from the bed: "What? Wanda, that redhead?"

"It will remind you of some things, but it will take time to fully recover." Erce turned back helplessly, "Now, can I go to sleep?"

Bucky got up and was about to go to the next door.

Erce...he didn't care.

The final result was that he was thrown out of the room by Wanda, and then squatted at the door all night.

Waking up early, he saw that the bed next door had no signs of sleeping except for a little wrinkle. Erce walked out of the door and half leaned on the door to look at Bucky who was squatting at the door.

Bucky looked up as he approached, his eyes bright.

"You are different from Rogers." Erth cast his eyes down, "In the past 70 years, you have been awakened many times intermittently. You have performed countless missions, and each mission is blood and flesh.

You have sins all over your hands.Once Wanda started, what you think of will never be good. "

Bucky stared at him silently.

Erce squatted beside him: "Do you know what kind of person you are?"

Without waiting for his answer, Erce said to himself: "You were born in a family with a middle economic level. You have both parents, and they love you very much. You never lack anything. I am a good friend with Rogers, and my dream is to be like him. soldier.

You are loyal, tenacious, and loyal.Even though you have suffered hardships, you are still in high spirits. Like all good-looking and lively boys, you like to chase girls, and there are girls who chase you. "

"Are you really ready to bear the blood debt of 70 years?" Erth's voice soaked the coldness in the morning air.

"I'm not ready, are those blood debts gone?" Bucky asked in a low voice, his eyes were strangely calm.

Erce smiled: "I have a lot to do next. You will know from the outside world that I am evil, terrifying, and unscrupulous. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am the root of all evil. Betrayal and being betrayed, deceiving and being deceived will all be become a regular meal.

However, everything I do is worthy of my heart. He tilted his head, "If you join, I have a winery in France." "

Bucky looked into his eyes for a long while: "You have the same eyes as him."

Erce raised his eyebrows: "Me and Rogers?"

All stubborn, burning with fearful fire.Before he dies, he will not back down for any unacceptable reasons.Or should I say, not after death.

Bucky stood up: "I only accept employment."

Erce smiled: "I'm fairly well-off."

Rogers led the team to destroy the stronghold on the coordinates, which was a good start.The location is in Amsterdam.

Before returning home, they unanimously decided to stay in place for one night.None, because that's Amsterdam.

After having dinner with them at night, it was a little late to go back to the room.

Rogers opened the door of the room and suddenly noticed something strange.He inserted the room card into the card slot and watched the lights turn on in turn, and the exhaust system started to work.

Standing in the porch for a while, he looked into the room.The bathroom is on the left, and the bed, table, stool, TV, and curtains are all in sight.Whether it is a Tibetan or a hidden thing, there is nothing to hide.

Rogers walked into the house, and when he saw a black card on the walnut-colored table, he found the source of the strangeness.

He stood for a moment, reaching for the card.It is similar to my own room card, with the room number on it and the name of the hotel in the corner.

Holding the room card, he looked it over and over for a while, then threw the room card back on the table, untied his coat and went to take a shower.

Had a few drinks at the dinner party and stayed in the bar for a while afterwards.The taste is not very good.

Standing naked under the shower head, Rogers rushed to his skin a little wrinkled before regaining his senses.

Drying off casually, putting on a bathrobe, he walked out with a towel on his head.After sitting down by the bed, he saw the black card again out of the corner of his eye.

Thanks to the unobstructed structure of the room, no matter which angle he turned, he could see a little bit of blackness.

Even if his back is completely facing away, he can still pick out that little bit of blackness from the reflection of the bed citron.

Stubborn, paranoid, sticking there that cannot be dug out.

Rogers turned off the light and lay on the bed for a while, groping in the dark to sit up, walked to the table, picked up the room card and stroked it.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really..." His tone was full of helplessness and bitterness.Delicate taste, but there is still a touch of sweetness and indulgence.

Tony, who has always been high until the early hours of the morning and still doesn't want to sleep, gathered a large group of like-minded friends this time, and he didn't want to leave so easily.Although the old-fashioned Rogers went back to the room first, wouldn't it delay them from continuing to play.

A horror movie came to the center, he rubbed his goosebumps, walked to the window and wanted to open the tightly covered curtain.In a blink of an eye, he saw Rogers, dressed neatly, crossing the street, wondering what fish he was going to catch in the middle of the night.

Do you want to experience the red light district?Tony laughed.

Feeling drunk, Tony pressed his temple.

After drinking too much, I actually saw Rogers.He shook his head, trying to identify it.Rogers?Or is it Rogers?

"Are you scared?" Natasha teased as she looked at the person standing by the window who did not go back.

Tony sneered, swayed back and sat back, "Come on!"

Barton's entire face was wrinkled into a ball, and he was rejecting the contents of the movie with his whole body.Banner has taken advantage of the darkness and closed his eyes tightly.

The more Rogers walked towards the location of the hotel he found, the more strange his expression became. From a distance, he could already see the bright red windows on the entire street.

Or rather, a showcase?

Rogers looked at the brick and stone streets that were still bustling even though it was late at night, with his hands on his hips, annoyed and inexplicably funny.

He took out his room card from his pocket, pursed his lips, and set foot on the "red light district" sandwiched between the 14th-century Gothic church and the beautiful and romantic canal mansions with a fearless mind.

He tried his best to ignore the women, and even the men, who were standing in the window in scantily clad, or...wearing nothing at all.

Such a sight had too much impact on him.

One who accidentally didn't take care of his eyes felt that his body and mind were forcibly entered and exited by something, and after the end, some things in his personality were taken away by the way.

When Rogers arrived at the destination, there was a thin layer of sweat on his back.

After confirming that the small hotel on the street corner in front of him was his destination, he hesitated for a long time before walking in.

When he got on the elevator, he rubbed his fingertips against the edge of the room card in his trouser pocket, thinking about many thoughts that he had suppressed with trivial things before.

Ers felt differently to him now.His emotions are still restrained, and he can't see the depth.His actions are still not in a hurry, making people confused.

But he was indeed more arrogant and presumptuous.Gradually, an aura emerged from him that I had never found in him before.

It's like being in a high position for a long time, and it's like being soaked in darkness for a long time.When normal people start to commit crimes, they always shrink back, which makes people feel disobedient at a glance.

But he is not.He blended in without any waves.He was sure that Erce was definitely not a sociopath.So, why is he so at home?

Rogers couldn't let go of his eyebrows.

Was he hiding it too well before?Or is it that my understanding of him is still too superficial?

Rogers had a big knot in his heart and couldn't figure it out.

Pietro took the stairs and got to the sixth-floor room before Rogers: "Here he is. Alone."

Erce hummed: "You did a good job today, and there is only one task left."

"They were in a hurry to fight, but they didn't even realize that I had been there." Pietro sat at the table, crossing his legs and grinning, "Hulk must not know who poked his ass."

"I didn't know you were interested in Hulk's ass?" Erce smiled.

Pietro immediately turned pale.

"I'm just asking you to get back my things. Don't do too many unnecessary little tricks, and don't underestimate them." Erth reminded gently, "Even if they are not supernatural beings, the salt they have eaten must be Much more than you eat."

Pietro snorted, and an afterimage appeared in his figure: "He's here." After the words fell, he grinned, and there was a beeping sound from the doorknob.

Erce glanced at him.

Pietro picked up the syringe at hand and disappeared in place.

Rogers pushed open the door, his eyes froze, and he stretched out his hand before seeing it and pinched it fiercely.

Petro, who wanted to go out directly, was pulled by his strength, his feet slipped on the door rug, he staggered and fell on his back.Rogers put his other hand on the side of his neck, where there was a dull sting.

"I'm glad I can say that - I told you so." Erce looked down at the dazed Pietro.

Hearing his voice, Rogers subconsciously let go of his gripped arm.

Pietro got up and shook his arms: "It's just the advantage of old age." He rushed into the room and said, "Good night." After a pause, a strange color appeared on his face, and his voice was playful: "Daddy——"

Ess... the brat.

Rogers... "What?!"

The author has something to say: the ninth day.

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