Dark Savages Come To the United States Chapter 199

"Father Anderson, you should know. What kind of enemy we might face. Go."

A man in bishop's attire spoke in a somewhat illusory tone to the respectful Father Alexander Anderson in front of him.

"I will only send them to death, and I don't want to say more about the rest."

Father Anderson was surrounded by a bunch of pages, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Recently, the church has received many reports of vampire sightings, and the priests of Section 13 are very busy.

Outside the gate of the Hessing Agency, Coulson got into a makeshift car and watched a dark van drive into Hessing's gate.

A tall man with a bright red body and a top hat got out of the car, tilted his head and glanced at Coulson with a little irritability in his eyes.

The others lifted a coffin from the car and were walking inside.

The man was handsome and disrespectful, and he exuded an icy aura.

As an elite agent, Coulson is well aware of the truth of "don't look into things you shouldn't care about", and turned his head back as if he didn't see anything.

His communication with the Haixin agency is not a failure, at least the business card in his hand can explain this matter. If he insists on exploring the internal affairs of Haixin, it will be a waste of time. .

"Director, now that I'm returning, Heisin will be on the battlefield when they need them."

Coulson briefly reported to the phone.

"I thought you could do better, then come back first, you still need your strength now."

Nick Fury didn't say much on the phone. After a simple call, he turned his eyes to the man in front of him.

Bucky Barnes!

Although he is not sure if this resurrection operation will have any serious sequelae, but now this man can be used as the power of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Bucky, I think you should already understand the situation now."

Nick Fury glanced at the barely repaired metal arm, a little dissatisfied.

Obviously this arm is not as strong as it was at the beginning, but Baji's own fighting power is enough to make up for the lack of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I thought I could die with relief."

Bucky looked at the black bald head in front of him, a little dissatisfied.

"You think your mistakes can be ended by dying?"

Nick Fury handed over a report on the table.

Bucky came over and took the file, then briefly glanced at it.

"Hydra has never been an organization that can be easily swept away, and they may be bigger than you think."

Bucky put the document in his hand directly on the desktop, and he was as hostile to Hydra.

"Then do one thing, and I will give you the relevant content."

After Nick Fury finished speaking, he quietly looked at the Winter Soldier in front of him, and then said nothing.

There was only Jessica's heavy breathing in the silent space.

The feeling of creeping fear in the dark drove her crazy.

He took the food from his waist, and wiped off the foul-smelling pus from the walking corpse. Jessica, who didn't care about anything, bit it.

Food can bring energy, and it can dispel some anxiety from the bottom of my heart.

As for the taste, Jessica had completely lost her notice, and panic began to strip her sanity a little bit.

"Will death be redemption?"

Jessica huddled, overhead the constant movement of walking corpses scraping bones across the door.

This movement was approaching her little by little.

There is no doubt that the devil has wisdom, this door can't always protect her cowardice, and despair can't change anything while waiting.

The walking corpse will cut through the layer of iron that is not very tough, and eventually this trial will return to the battle.

The only people who were watching the projection on the holy mountain were Steve who had just arrived with Korrick, and Hawkeye and Natasha who had just arrived.

The rest of the ancestors were not interested in watching a boring wait.

Even the owner of the secret realm, Olak, has disappeared, who would care about the despair of a dying girl?

Doing nothing is the biggest mistake.

"What is that doing?"

Steve looked at the picture in the projection and tightened the shield in his hand.

"Trial to see if she is qualified to get power."

Korlick didn't want to waste his saliva on this topic.

"Lock a girl in darkness? You want to break her down?"

Natasha spoke directly, and it had become her instinct to try to obtain information at any time.

"It's her own choice, and what are you going to do?"

Bourkesso walked up to him, he just wanted to say hello to Korrick, but he heard unpleasant remarks.

So he spoke coldly to the few people in front of him.

Since he stayed on the holy mountain, he would personally take a look at what people who climbed the holy mountain would look like.

After all, the current situation is different from before, and no one can say whether Marthael will suddenly appear in this world.

Training new recruits is always going to go on.

The aura of Steve, a veteran, is quite pure, and kindness occupies the majority.

And Natasha and Hawkeye's chaotic good and evil are a bit complicated.

Although these two people were generally kind, the vague evil that radiated from them made Bourkesso curl his lips.

"Burgessor."

Natasha spat the name out of her mouth.

Although she had only seen the name from Coulson's message, who else could the living person be able to appear on the holy mountain other than his incredible strength?

Steve heard this name and then took a careful look at Bourkesso in front of him.

Although it was not the first time they had met, Bulkesso was covered in battle armor at that time.

Especially before, he was still full of pale beard and hair, but now it has turned into a brilliant golden color.

He needs to judge.

"I remember you, the guy who kept trying to charge forward with a shield."

Burkeseau spoke to Steve.

Of the three, only Steve could make him look better.

"It was you then?"

Steve subconsciously raised his shield in front of Hawkeye and Natasha.

"Relax, you don't need to be on guard."

Colick said so.

Although he and Bourkesso are not boring gourds, they are obviously not very good at communicating with ordinary people.

The living environment of the barbarians is destined that they will not deliberately cater to the emotions of others, except for Vader, who is a businessman.

"Look at this rough shield! I feel like you need to pick one up from my wares too, even though I've lost them."

Vader appeared nearby with a somewhat brisk voice, and reached out and tapped the shield on Steve's hand.

"Looks like it was devastated by Bourkesso?"

Vader felt the breath left by Bulkesso on the shield.

Although the punch at that time did not use a bit of force, no one would ignore the traces left by Bulkesuo wearing the Immortal King suit.

"Excuse me, what's the name of this guy?"

Natasha said to Vader with a smile, and there was some blush on her cheeks.

No one can tell if she's frozen or if she has some unique way of showing her charm.

"Veda, my name is Vader. This lady's weapons don't seem to be very good."

Vader dealt with Natasha casually, and the weapons hidden on Natasha's body could not escape the eyes of the barbarians.

A beautiful woman was nothing to these ancestors.

"It's better to go back and strike iron if you stay here."

Bourkesso said vaguely, and Vader's appearance dispelled his talk.

"We're here for Rumlow, Burkeseau... sir. Can you tell me where Rumlow is?"

Steve shouted to Bulkesso who had just opened the portal, and he hesitated a little in calling Bulkesso.

They didn't come to investigate the news this time. S.H.I.E.L.D. lacked power. If they could convince Rumlow, it would be a very good supplement.

Bulkasso stopped walking through the portal and looked back at Steve.

"I don't like your behavior, even if I can understand it."

Then Bulkesso walked into the portal without hesitation.

Nice weather today, just in time to build a seat belt or something for that pickup.

The barbarians have certainly seen the SHIELD approach, as when faced with an unstoppable enemy, the soldiers who hate the barbarians will come to ask for help.

Understandable, but not recognized.

It should be known that the barbarians did not seek the help of those mages even when Baal surrounded the holy mountain.

The elders' lives have been sacrificed to no avail, but the barbarians have no regrets for not asking for help.

"Rumlow is with Maddock."

Korrick looked at Steve in front of him and said solemnly.

Instead of accompanying his heirs, Tarik let them follow Maddock to the dormitory.

Maddock's mood was obviously much better after Luke left the secret realm alive.

Now he's chatting with those boys.

Talic was still looking at the three people in front of him repeatedly, and he wanted to know who the holy mountain was talking about.

He was really looking forward to getting an heir.

"It seems that Bourkessel has not been very kind to you."

Vader shook the messy hair on his head and planned to leave here directly.

Bulkessel's attitude is to a large extent representative of the attitude of the barbarians, except those of the ancestors who have legends.

Those guys will only obey the orders of the Immortal King, and they will not care about other people's opinions except for orders.

And Vader is just a businessman, even if he used to be a good adventurer.

"Rumlow is over there, I'll take you there."

Korrick originally intended to let Vader lead the way, but Vader chose Bulkessel's attitude, so he could only lead the way himself.

He has nothing to do now anyway.

"I think people here have always treated us badly."

Hawkeye remembered the agent who was smashed by a boulder from Orongus, and said in a low voice.

"Just because your behavior is annoying."

Korlick threw three brown breads at random, then turned and walked ahead.

Although sharing battles is the highest treatment a barbarian treats to friends, followed by sharing weapons and spirits.

But giving food at least shows that the barbarians are not hostile.

Recruits in these shelters know it.

"How strong was that big mouse when he was alive?"

After Luke drank the bottle, he sat crossed on the bed and asked Maddock. Although he was still worried about Jessica Jones, he didn't plan to watch the projection.

At this time, it is more appropriate to talk about some normal things.

Matthew and Rumlow are also interested in this question.

"You mean Hamelin? No one wanted to trouble him when he was alive."

Maddock looked at Luke sitting cross-legged in front of him and said casually.

At that time, if Orak had not been sent to Hamelin by the Endless Potion of Chaos, he would not have paid the price of his life to solve this big rat.

"You feel the power of the Shadow Rats, those nasty little things won't disappear while it's alive."

Maddock was talking, stuck the giant axe in his hand on the ground, and motioned for Luke to come and try.

Luke ran over immediately, stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the giant axe.

"what!"

Luke's black face turned purple, but the giant axe remained motionless.

"When you can pick it up, you are qualified to take a look at the living Hamelin from a distance."

Maddock said with a smile.

"What's it called?"

"Madoc's grief!"

A hoarse female voice sounded, and Laiko strode in.

This room used to be a barbarian's dormitory, so he wouldn't be cramped in size.

After all, barbarians always like to have a contest, and there is not much space to keep them here.

"Ancestor Rako."

Matthew stood up immediately, although he couldn't feel the existence of "Madok's Sorrow", but he could still do it when he heard Reko's voice.

"cut."

Maddock stood up and drove Luke aside, raising his weapon.

"Madoc, are you going to be beaten up again by me?"

The phantom of the ferocious shoulder armor on Raiko's shoulders was barely visible.

Luke looked at Reco in front of him and smacked his tongue.

Raiko's threat seemed strange to him. After all, in his heart, Maddock was the top group among the ancestors on the holy mountain.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Maddock screamed as if his tail had been stepped on.

The giant axe in his hand is in front of him, and he is always on guard against Leko rushing forward.

"You're not afraid that I won't get in your way and you won't be able to beat me, Maddock. I'm going to take this kid to a trial. You'd better stop talking nonsense."

Raiko stated the facts and left the dormitory with Matthew.

The secret realm of team formation just now, Lecco watched from a distance.

She was not very satisfied with Matthew's performance.

"Madoc, can you tell us her story?"

Rumlow found a topic to defuse Maddock's embarrassment. Although he did not name his name, everyone knew that he was talking about Reco.

"That savage widow."

When Maddock said these words, he finally learned the trick of whispering in a low voice that only he could hear.

"That's Raiko, except for Bulkesso on the holy mountain, only Volusk can defeat her."

Maddock sat back on the ground with an angry expression.

"I think it's because of her existence that Bourkesso doesn't want to find a barbarian wife. I obviously think Sonya is pretty good."

As soon as Maddock started his head, he was slapped on the back of the head by Kelick who had just come over.

"Do you want to be beaten up by Recko first or to feel Bulkessel's sword first?"

Korrick walked in directly, followed by Steve and the three of them.

"A bottle of treasure!"

Maddock raised a **** and shouted loudly.

So in exchange for another slap from Kelick.

"You want to trade my treasures for me to shut up? You bastard!"

After Korrick slapped Maddock again, he kicked him aside.

Maddock rubbed his buttocks, then scolded and picked up his weapon.

"I can't beat Reko and Bourkesso, and I can't beat you?"

"Are you sure you want to fight with me!?"

Korrick's eyes widened, and a giant axe appeared in his hand.

"Rumlow, we want you to come back."

Steve looked at the two souls battling in front of him, interrupting a possible conflict with an interjection.

Maddock went down this step, and Korrick also took back his "Bastine's power".

"A collection of two bottles of Bourquesseau."

"Pooh!"

Maddock and Klick reached a consensus.

"You? Or Nick Fury?"

Rumlow was still sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, speaking disdainfully to Steve.

"It's S.H.I.E.L.D."

Steve's words brought a smile to Rumlow's face.

"Then you'd better find the speeding pervert in red. That kind-hearted guy is much easier to find than me."

Rumlow jokingly picked up the two-handed hammer that he had put aside.

Apparently he wasn't going to go back and help S.H.I.E.L.D.

If we can't agree, we will have a fight. At that time, when he was beaten, he was full of anger.

"Superpowers can't fight the mystery."

Hawkeye beeped softly.

After suffering the double blow of angels and demons, he is a little too boastful about things in the mysterious realm.

The guy from Canterlot City is not weak, at least he will never suffer when facing a guy like Wuxin Demon.

After all, the devil also needs to talk about the basic law, even if the witch heart demon self-destructs on the spot, it can't hurt the speeder.

Natasha said nothing, carefully observing Rumlow in front of her.

Black Widow is examining her prey. As the top diplomat in S.H.I.E.L.D. other than Coulson, her purpose this time is Rumlow in front of her.

Only careful observation can complete the task better.

"Going to fight? Count me in!"

Luke stood up, the war blade in his hand waving like a tiger.

Hawkeye took the longbow behind him in his hand, and the other hand could draw arrows at any time.

"It's none of your business! You'd better think about how to solve that hand union first!"

Rumlow slapped Luke on the back of the head, causing Luke to stagger.

"Are you stronger than me now?"

Luke turned his face to look at Rumlow, in disbelief.

"How is it, Rumlow? I can guarantee you won't be attacked from the inside again."

Steve put the shield in his hand back behind him, pressed down Hawkeye's bow, and made a gesture of not wanting to fight.

"Captain, I believe in you, but I don't think you can represent S.H.I.E.L.D., especially that black-hearted braised egg."

Rumlow hung the two-handed giant hammer back on his waist, staring at Steve's eyes in front of him, as if looking for something.

His redemption has only completed one stage, and his war with Hydra is far from over.

If he wants to make up for those victims, of course he has to use the power of some institutions, otherwise he will be unable to start just by looking for the information of the victims.

"I guarantee that if Nick Fury does anything we don't want to see, I'll call his office with you."

Steve looked firmly at Rumlow in front of him, and Korrick was looking at him behind him.

Korlick thinks that the person like him that the holy mountain is talking about is definitely not Steve.

If it was him, he wouldn't help an untrustworthy guy, but just picked up his weapon and hit it.

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, where's the middle ground?" That's what Klick thinks.

If it wasn't for Talek's control of this simple and somewhat excessive guy, Korrick might have caused a lot of trouble long ago.

He is not a battle prophet like Maddock. If his character hadn't been summoned by the Holy Mountain, he might have been sunk into the swamp by some witch doctor.

Maybe it was buried in the coffin by Rasma's priest? Poisoned by witchers is also possible.

"I don't want to believe in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow put his hands on his chest and turned his attention to Natasha and Hawkeye.

These two agents were both famous, and although Rumlow had nothing to say about them, they were not completely strangers either.

"What misunderstanding may you have about S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Hawkeye couldn't help but interject.

He was in a different situation from Natasha. S.H.I.E.L.D. was a place for him to maintain peace, and a guy with a fighting and lurking expertise could know something.

Although Natasha looked calm, she and Rumlow had similar thoughts.

"Agent Patton, you're always a combatant, how do you know what that black-hearted **** did? Even the famous Black Widow didn't rush to refute~www.mtlnovel.com~Why are you defending? ?"

Rumlow said with sarcasm and eagle eyes.

Hawkeye glanced at Natasha, who said nothing, and frowned.

"Say something, Natasha."

Hawkeye was a little flustered. He understood that S.H.I.E.L.D. was not without blemish, but he also didn't think S.H.I.E.L.D. was a sinful place.

"Okay, Patton."

Steve spoke to Hawkeye calmly, and then he looked at Rumlow again.

"Speak your request, I will try my best."

"I want you...as the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow lowered his head slightly to hide the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

As the leader, Steve can guarantee that S.H.I.E.L.D. will not make any more **** things.

But this condition is obviously impossible.

An upright secret service organization, that's a joke.

"Would you be interested if I formed an action team?"

Steve said with a serious expression.

When he was looking through the information of S.H.I.E.L.D., he saw an interesting message.

An intel about a superpower squad.

That squad is called "The Avengers".

"A little interested."

Rumlow walked up to Steve with a serious tone.

He is interested in this team.

"But this team can't be a sharp knife in the hands of others. If it can be used as a shield, it's still reluctant."

At this time, in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, a thin and sloppy man tightened his windbreaker and was warming up in front of the brazier left by Kelic.

When he traveled to the foot of the holy mountain, he felt the long-lost tranquility and peace of mind.

So I embarked on this mountaineering trip resolutely, and now I am hungry and cold, but fortunately there is a burning brazier in front of my eyes.

Chapter end

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