Lynn doesn't speak

When Lynn realized that something was wrong, it had been nearly an hour since Bucky went out alone.

The fruit shop in the block was only a few hundred meters away from their apartment, and they could walk back and forth within 10 minutes, or even less than 10 minutes at the pace of the Winter Soldier.Even if he thinks of something else halfway and needs to delay for a while, he will usually take the initiative to call himself instead of hearing nothing like now.

Something must have happened to him.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone that no one answered, Lynn frowned, and finally could no longer sit at the dining table and wait.He stood up abruptly, walked into the storage room, took Bucky's gun, and at the same time sent a communication message to the secret line of MI6, and was anxious to go out to find someone.

The accident happened at this time.

The moment Lynn grasped the doorknob with his right hand, the first thing Lynn heard was almost no footsteps outside the door.The sound was short and regular, like a well-trained soldier, sneaking up from both sides against the wall of the corridor, mixed with the sound of pulling the bolt, almost instantly, it made him instinctively Wake up.

'Clatter——! ! '

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass, before Lynn touched the handle of the gun at his waist, or used his ability to spy on the situation outside the door, the window of the living room was suddenly shattered inward by external force.A row of bullets shot at him in the air, with the sound of howling wind, even though Lynn reacted extremely quickly and rolled away, two bullets slanted into his shoulder, and a series of bright red fell on the floor.

Holding his wound and slowly getting up, he watched the door being slammed open, revealing the dark muzzle of the gun behind him, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"So it was you, Rumlow."

The voice inevitably brought some painful gasps, Lynn looked at the familiar figure at the door, and knew in his heart that Bucky might have also bumped into Hydra's agents who came to hunt them down: "What do you do with him?" Already?!"

"Don't you think you should worry more about yourself at this time?"

Walking slowly into this somewhat dilapidated small apartment, although it is now a mess, it is not difficult to see the rich atmosphere of life in the past.Rumlow raised his eyebrows, whether it was disdain or a sigh, his eyes fell on the slowly expanding redness on Lynn's shoulders, and his tone was almost helpless: "What a pity."

"What a pity?" Spread five fingers, activate the ability, and 'suck' out the two bullets embedded in the body.Listening to the crisp sound of metal falling on the floor, Lin En turned pale, but stubbornly refused to show weakness at this time.

"Unfortunately, I kind of liked you. You know, it's a lot more fun working with you than the Winter Soldier."

Shaking his head, a rather fake smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Crossbones raised his gun and aimed at the man's forehead, his voice suddenly turned cold: "But you are a damn spy, Lynn, and you took away our most valuable asset... No one can survive betrayal Well, whether you or the Winter Soldier, I think you must know this."

Feeling that his heart was sinking heavily, because of the possibility revealed in the words of Crossbones, for the first time, a look of shock flashed across Lynn's face.He wasn't surprised how Hydra would treat him, falling into their hands, death was almost always the most merciful, but he would never have thought that how could Hydra, who valued the Winter Soldier so much, be able to...?

"You didn't even let him go?" His eyes widened, and it was difficult to hide the anger and panic in his tone.

"Not yet, but sooner or later."

Probably thought that Lynn was already in his pocket, and it was impossible to escape from the siege of so many agents with injuries.Rumlow is also in the mood - or say a few more words to him cruelly, it seems that watching Lynn slowly collapse is a very fun thing: "The insight plan is about to start, and now is the time when he is needed. But Once the plan is completed and the world is brought into the order established by Hydra, there will be no need for the disobedient antiques of the last century."

"So, Lynn Morris." The clear sound of loading echoed in the room, Crossbones clenched the gun tightly, and snorted coldly: "You won't wait for him for too long, go at ease."

"That depends on whether you have the ability." Narrowing his eyes, Lynn also responded.

He knew this situation was not good for him.Leaving aside Rumlow and his special forces team, even with those two gunshot wounds on his shoulder, any further delay would probably kill him.But Lynn knew that no matter what he had to live today, he had to save him.

'boom--! '

Fingers on the trigger, pressed hard, and the agents inside and outside the house also fired at the same time.Countless scorching bullets pierced the air with a whistling sound, and shot towards the person in the middle of the living room, but fell to the ground halfway, jingling, some even turned a corner, and pierced directly between the eyebrows of their owners unexpectedly .

"You want to take a gun on me, Crossbones?"

The sound of people falling to the ground one after another can be clearly heard in the room.Lynn didn't smile, and didn't even provoke him after he had always gained the upper hand. Instead, he stood there expressionless, with coldness and murderous intent on his brows, surprisingly similar to the Winter Soldier.

Turning his head slightly to avoid the bullet, it is not surprising that Lynn has such an ability.Rumlow threw away the unusable gun in his hand, pulled off the cumbersome bulletproof vest on his body, raised his eyebrows, and began to show a rather strange joy on his face.

"You always make me feel excited." Assuming a close combat posture, he slowly laughed: "Remember? When I was in Hydra, I was also one of your instructors."

"I just remember you being the worst."

Eyebrows moved, Lynn didn't care about the agents lying on the ground around him anymore, but pulled out Bucky's tactical knife at his waist, his eyes were like ice: "If you can't kill me today, you and Hydra will be together It's over... Brock, you'd better keep that in mind."

"thanks for reminding."

Two wolf-like gazes met in mid-air, they looked at each other coldly, and moved at the same time.

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Lynn had told Bucky once that he was pretty much on par with Rumlow.Although these words do not sound modest, they are indeed true. Even if he is injured now and is at a disadvantage in theory, he still has ability bonuses after all, and Crossbones did not bring too much to escort the Winter Soldier. If you have more backup and fight hard, it is not too difficult to get out of the body.

And the following facts also proved that his judgment was completely correct.Without control methods such as brainwashing trigger words, this number alone would not kill him at all.

Holding the wound that was torn again just because of jumping from the roof.Leaning in the shadow between the two buildings, Lynn watched the apartment they lived in these days disappear into the sea of ​​flames, gritted his teeth and tore off a part of his shirt, and tied it tightly to the wound, trying to slow down the speed of blood loss .

He must get out of here quickly.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, Lynn took a deep breath to dispel the shadows in front of his eyes due to excessive blood loss.The chances of Rumlow being killed by the small bomb he detonated at the end are very small, and he will soon be searching around for his whereabouts, and he can only get rid of their roundup if he leaves the Hydra's sphere of influence as soon as possible and returns to London , and then plan the next move.

Looking at the thick smoke constantly burning due to the fire, he bit his lips, propped himself up against the wall, and stumbled towards the deeper shadows.

Five days later, London, England.

Due to MI6's recent cleanup, 007 hasn't left headquarters for a while.Now that things have basically come to an end, the undercover agents and spies lurking around them have been removed one by one, and he can go back to his safe house to rest for a while.This is the default vacation for him and the boss until the next task is assigned to him.

Bond was actually quite satisfied with this. After all, he didn't usually stay in London much. This time, he could just stay for a few more days to relax and cultivate a relationship with the chief of the Q branch.But just as he came out of M's office, planning to ask Q to go out for a drink tonight, his cell phone rang suddenly, bringing 007 a piece of news that was definitely not good. All his vacation plans come to naught.

"Trust me, he will show up when he wants to."

Mycroft's phone should always be blacklisted by MI007, Bond says from the heart.Walking in the dark corridor of the apartment, although he knew that the person on the other end of the communication was impossible to see, [-] still rolled his eyes very skillfully, and was very suspicious that this gentleman of the British government would call himself when he couldn't find anyone. What's the point.

I'm an MI6 agent, not Lynn Holmes' nanny, does anyone remember that? !

"..."

There should be something said on the other end of the phone, and Bond's expression can be seen switching back and forth between helplessness and solemnity.It has been almost a week since the report from Romania that the safe house was bombed and Lynn disappeared. He didn't think it was unnecessary to worry about his safety, especially after knowing what kind of behemoth that man was going to face.But to be fair, it's a bit too much for someone like Mycroft who can't wait to make ten calls a day... Lynn is MI009's [-], he knows how to take care of himself, and Bond, in this situation Well, no news is actually the best news.

"I know, but we'll just have to wait now."

One couldn't help but rolled his eyes silently.Bond stood in front of his apartment, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, and now he just wanted to get rid of the old man quickly so that he could take a good shower and sleep.

"M has also been looking for him, we will not give up. If there is any news, I will inform...you immediately."

Walking into the pitch-black room, before he could stand firmly at the entrance, his instinct as an agent had already reminded him that something was wrong.Bond's eyes sharpened all of a sudden. While uttering the last word calmly, he reached out to touch the PPK on his waist, and cautiously took a step towards the living room.

In the darkness, there was the sound of light and shallow breathing floating in the air, mixed with the pungent smell of rust.The neon lights shining in from the window kept flickering, casting mottled shadows on the floor, and also reflected the outline of the sofa lying quietly on the back, a few blood-stained bandages were thrown casually at the feet, only the slight heaving of the chest could It proves that he is indeed still alive now.

Obviously, an unexpected guest.

The muzzle of the gun quickly pointed at the figure on the sofa, paused for a few seconds, and then put it down again.Bond calmed down his beating heart, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help walking a few steps forward.

"You still remember where my home is?"

Throwing PPK under the coffee table, he clutched the mobile phone that had not been hung up in one hand, and turned on the floor lamp next to him with the other.But the moment he saw the person's situation clearly with the help of the dim light, even 007 couldn't help but take a deep breath.

There is no other reason, but the guy who broke through the empty door looks really bad.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you told me you were dying now, Lynn."

His gaze passed over the man's shirt, which was almost soaked in blood, and fell on his pale, almost transparent face.Bond didn't stop for a moment, dragged out the medicine box from under the sofa, and carefully inspected the wound on Lynn's body: "You were shot twice, and you ended up tormenting yourself so miserably? Did it mean it?!"

"..."

Has been tortured by repeated open wounds, only one breath left.Lynn lay on the sofa and asked 007 to re-bandage himself, but completely ignored his complaints, but remained expressionless, and took his mobile phone from Bond's hand, his voice was very soft.

"It's me, Mycroft."

He paused, the haze in his eyes was hidden in the shadows, but he couldn't hide the sharp evil intent that hadn't appeared on him for a long time: "Get your people ready and arrange for me to go to Washington."

"Give me a reason."

Naturally, I heard 007's complaint just now.Although McCoff understands that he should appease this unrelated younger brother now, it is the best choice to stay in London and wait for the injury to heal.But he also knew that with Lynn's temper, if he hadn't had no other choice, he would never face his enemy in such a dilapidated state: "You better understand, Lynn. If it's just for personal feelings, I won't allow you to step out of London."

"It's not just this time."

There was no change in his expression, as if there was nothing in this world that could scare him.Lin En looked at the dim light of the floor lamp in front of him, a trace of fatigue appeared between his brows, but in an instant, it disappeared under the cold indifference on the surface.

"I have to get in touch with Nick Fury and Steve Rogers." He said lightly: "Bringing back the Winter Soldier is part of Pierce's insight plan. And now in this world, apart from Hydra, I am the only one People who know what they want."

He knew exactly what he was going to do.No matter what it is for, whether it is to protect justice or save the lives of millions of people, it is just the most trivial reason for him to go to him.Everything he does is not only for him, but it can never be without him.

Lynn Morris will let Hydra know what a terrible price it will take to snatch the Winter Soldier away from him.

Of course, the determination in his tone could be heard, and Mycroft knew that he was powerless to stop it.Just like when Lynn decided to go undercover in Hydra, as long as it was something he decided to do, he would put everything as a bet, desperate, and die.

"Then? Are you still going to bring him back?"

Even after everything there is over, he may never remember or know you again?

"maybe."

The corners of his mouth moved, as if trying to pull out a smile.Lynn slowly closed his eyes, leaned back on the soft sofa back of Bond's house, and a trace of extremely tiredness slowly appeared between his brows.

"If by then, I can still be alive."

The author has something to say: Ah, it seems that there is still a chance.But I want to skip the plot qwq

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