[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter61 Complicated and Blurred

The three of them huddled together in the sewer finally jumped out of their temporary bunker—more precisely, it was Bucky who hugged him tightly with his warm, tough and powerful human arm, strengthened with pirated serum. Looking at Steve's waist, which was shrinking because of the serum's failure.

The Winter Soldier, who is accustomed to harsh environments, hail of bullets, and the front line of life and death, landed steadily on the ruins of Zola's computer. He lightly put Steve, who had regained his disabled height, on the ground with such light movements that it seemed Holding a fragile butterfly that has just emerged from its cocoon.

The air smelled of explosion, burning and breaking, and the unease spiraled up, rushing into Bucky's sharpened senses, just like the silence, resentment and blood that floated over the ruins of the ancient battlefield all the year round.

Steve's chest heaved slightly from the choking.

This kind of breath that usually triggers the fighting instinct of the Winter Soldier, this time, it calmed down the tension and impulse in the blood.

Most of Bucky's empty, disorganized mind is now occupied by one thought: to protect this man, to protect him, from the beginning to the end, to protect him.

He forgot a lot of things, and what he remembered was just the tip of the iceberg. Bucky decided to follow his body and instinct—to protect the little man in his arms, even better than stabbing and pulling with a knife that had been repeatedly strengthened for 50 years. The instinct to trigger, crush the target's throat.

Falcon, one of Captain America's wings, said angrily in the sewer: "Help me, is it difficult?"

"You don't need protection, Sam." Bucky put the good, human arm on Steve's thin shoulders, bent his elbows skillfully, and circled Steve's slender body with ease. , A neck that seems to be broken with a light grip, as if protecting a thin and stubborn little beast that makes people love, hate and pity.

"Hmph, everyone loves Captain America, huh?" Sam struggled to climb up in a disheveled manner, and curled his lips at Bucky, who tightly surrounded the weak version of Captain America, "But your original appearance, Captain... Is it really...loved?"

Bucky suddenly raised his chin carelessly, his gray-blue, watery eyes narrowed incongruously, his thick but not thick eyebrows, which were similar to the color of his hair, were raised upwards and close to the hairline, this expression, let The smell of blood and anger that belonged to the killing machine on Bucky quietly dissipated. Even with a heavy metal arm hanging on Bucky, he looked like a young man drinking heavily with his friends in a bar: "People Everyone loves Captain America, the spirited, decisive, and responsive Captain America, but only me, James Buchanan Barnes, has always loved that stubborn kid in Brooklyn, and it has never changed in my life. Bucky said proudly and under oath.

He was like a teddy bear made of dark honey and chocolate.

"Bucky..." Steve's usually steady voice, like an old-fashioned tape recorder, choked out for the first time, and Bucky could feel every tremor of the opponent's muscles from his emaciated shoulders, "You...remember your own name?"

"I remembered you, Steve, and by the way, I also remembered some of myself, more or less." Bucky tilted his head playfully, and with a quick flip of his arms, he rubbed Steve's smooth Neat blond hair.

Sam: ...Is there something wrong with the Winter Soldier's mastery of language?Otherwise, how could he express his declaration of love plausibly and calmly? ...It must be the sequelae of long-term brainwashing + freezing...

And Steve obviously didn't analyze this point in depth. He hugged Bucky tightly, tightly, and with his bony and slender arms, tightly hugged Bucky who had known him for a lifetime, separated for 70 years, and would never be together again. Bucky who doesn't intend to part ways.

"You've been lost for 70 years, Bucky...welcome home."

The former site of S.H.I.E.L.D. is wrapped in a warm undercurrent, and after Sherlock and Peanut returned from the North Pole, they found that 221B Baker Street had become a mess, and the whole of London was also facing the same messy and difficult fate.

Sherlock took Watson's hand and forcibly pulled up the cohabitant who was running slowly because of his short legs.As soon as they rushed into the door of the 221B living room, they saw Bruce sitting on the sofa in a Batman-style serious and cautious sitting posture, with notes and books swaying here and there, and a few photos on the coffee table with countless broken glass. .Bruce pouted his chin, his expression locked the photo tightly like a blue iron chain.

In the photo, there are two plump and well-proportioned young girls who have been stripped naked and shaved.

The two girls were indeed very beautiful and charming.At first glance, they belong to the serious, gentle and yet sweet type. With a sticky but not greasy posture, they firmly stick to everyone's eyes, just like bees will linger for pollen.They are very young, very young, young and strong and fit, their round limbs are smooth and powerful, and their undeveloped breasts are like two fresh poached eggs.But their hair was gone, the murderer shaved away the hair that must have been shiny and shiny, the hair that was close to the scalp was shaved off, and even the hair on the lower body was not spared... The clothes also disappeared. .

"No fingerprints, no evidence of hair or muscle fibers," Bruce said, in a purely Batman voice, with icy sarcasm. Because serial killers usually kill within their own race, and all the teenage girls killed were white; saying he was male because female serial killers are almost unheard of in our day. I researched long enough, Only through the position of the stick and the barely noticeable footprints, it can be concluded that this is a tall man with small feet. As for the wooden stick placed in the victim's genitals - deep into the uterus, it may indicate that this person has an erection ^ raises an obstacle. And through my firmness, the stick hides the cocoon, I never saw a butterfly or a moth lay their eggs in a wood, not in any world."

"It's really a unique taste. It's clearly a provocation to the two detectives at 221B Baker Street." Another unfamiliar voice came from the armchair.

"Excuse me, are you..." Watson carefully looked at the guy who occupied his armchair in a coquettish manner.The man was in his early thirties, with a well-trimmed mustache wrapping Fang's chin and the top of his lips—although a beard is a magic weapon for aging, this man's mustache actually has a subtle sense of cuteness, which adds a little... Something that could be called style (fog).A pair of big, round and bright eyes are particularly attractive. With him, it looks like a high-end handmade brown striped suit... Watson couldn't bear to look directly and covered his eyes.

——Pay attention to the appearance of the same sex, he is really, really... bent!

"Plastic Man," Bruce said calmly.

Before the brown-eyed man turned his bright eyes to Batman, who is also a rich man, Watson said suddenly, "Ah, so you are... the Iron Man who modified the armor into plastic and carbon fiber alloy... , Tony Stark?"

"I didn't expect that I still have fans in another world." Tony spread out a hand flatly, "Then you must be unlucky, knowing that Wan Wan, who is very fond of gays and has been divorced from his gay friends all his life Magneto?"

"Give up, Mr. Stark, no matter how you modify your armor, even if you become Wooden Man or Diamond Man, it's useless...as long as Jarvis works and still generates electricity." Watson pointed out that Magneto With the ability of "controlling the electromagnetic field", he thoughtfully put on an expression of "Look, I already lit a row of candles for you".