Dark Savages Come To the United States

After throwing those two guys on the holy hill of Harrogath, Bulkelso had a relatively leisurely few days.

Finally, with the help of Gu Yi, Jill began to live a normal school life as a child.

Although after returning home, he would swing the ax for a period of time every day according to Bulkelso's request, but this level of practice is probably not much different from doing radio gymnastics for a period of time every day.

At least that's how it looked in Bulkelso's eyes.

...

"Instructor, that's all I have to say."

Rumlow's body has basically recovered, and now he found an opportunity to ask his old instructor Dum Dugan out, and talked to Dugan in a private room in a closed tavern about Some HYDRA trivial news.

Of course, he didn't tell all these things yet, because he knew very well that if Dugan knew all this, he might rush into Pierce's office with his beloved pistol in the next moment.

So Rumlow planned to tell the veteran the news little by little in the next conversation.

"You kid didn't lie to me?"

Dum Dugan looked at Rumlow who was still pale in front of him with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Originally, when Rumlow invited him to drink, he was reluctant to come out.

For this old guy who devoted himself to training the new generation of agents, Rumlow was just one of the more capable students in the past.

If Rumlow hadn't said conclusively that there was an important matter that needed to be discussed with him alone, he would have hung up the phone in the midst of scolding.

Not to mention taking Rumlow to this safe house that only belongs to him.

But now after hearing what Rumlow said, he regretted it even more.

"You said you are Hydra now?"

When Dugan said this, his hand had already touched the large-caliber revolver at his waist.

As a veteran, Dugan didn't like to think about those convoluted plots.

He's never been good at solving problems, only at people who create them.

That's what he did on the battlefield, and it seemed to work.

"Instructor, please put your hands down first, if I want to harm you, I won't appear in front of you alone."

Speaking of which, Rumlow was surprised that Dugan was able to touch the pistol after listening to what he said. He thought that after he finished saying that he was a Hydra, he would be killed by the big gun that could appear in the museum as a souvenir. No. revolver pointed to the head.

"Now Hydra's influence in S.H.I.E.L.D. has far exceeded your imagination. Even Nick Fury, I can't believe it."

Rumlow poured dirty water on Nick's black bald head without psychological pressure.

"Then you can trust me?"

Dugan put his hand back on the table, picked up the vodka in the glass and took a sip.

His expression still calmed down.

"Only the Roaring Commandos back then are trustworthy. Even if Nick Fury has already ascended to the position of director, I still have doubts."

"After all, Pierce, the director of the previous generation, is my immediate superior."

As soon as Rumlow finished speaking, the sound of the glass falling on the table sounded.

Alexander Pierce took the position of director after being approved by these old guys, and this group of old guys included him, Dum and Dugan.

"You know what you're talking about!"

Dugan's calm face just now became ferocious in an instant.

If Pierce is also Hydra, it means that these old guys completely hand over everything that S.H.I.E.L.D. has obtained to the enemies they have been facing.

"Now, I have an idea, which is to bypass Nick Fury and investigate the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Rumlow didn't change his face, and picked up the purified water in front of him. His body is not suitable for alcohol intake.

"Also, if Pierce is Hydra, then Nick Fury, the guy he pushed to the position of director, is really not trustworthy."

Dugan had already picked up the revolver in his hand and pointed at Rumlow's head.

"But if what you said is true, then you, Pierce's confidant, are even more untrustworthy!"

Dugan squinted his eyes, looking at Rumlow who was still silent under his gun.

For him, only the dead Hydra can rest assured, and whether the Hydra is alive or dead, it is not a good thing.

"Of course, I'm not trustworthy either. Instructor, you can take my life away with a single shot. As long as you can find a way to contact your old comrades in arms, and start investigating and cleaning S.H.I.E.L.D."

"You know, I've never liked the story of the prodigal son returning, but the news you said and your existence have an irreplaceable effect on this matter."

Dugan withdrew the revolver in his hand and said to Rumlow.

"So, your life is saved."

Even though Dugan didn't like to think about conspiracies, he could at least think about Rumlow's current situation.

Now that the news has been told, Rumlow has no chance of turning back.

The Red Skull back then never gave his subordinates a chance to make up for their mistakes, as Hydra has always done.

Dugan took two cigars from a counter drawer and tossed one to Rumlow.

"Now, you bastard, tell me about your specific plans."

...

"Fool! How many times have I told you that weapons are not wielded like this!"

Madock's phantom roared loudly at Luke Cage, and the metal stick in his hand hit Luke Cage's head without reservation, making a dull sound.

Today is the second day of training after these two idiots climbed to the top of the holy mountain. It took these two guys several days to climb the mountain, and they almost starved to death on the holy mountain.

In these days of observation, Maddock has already understood the specific situation of this guy.

His physical strength was not much worse than that of ordinary barbarians, and his immature fighting skills made him suspect that this guy would be torn to pieces by demons in a blink of an eye when he stepped onto the battlefield.

"For a guy like you, what does Burkasso think and send you to the foot of the holy mountain!"

Maddock's iron rod fell on Luke again.

It's not that Luke Cage didn't want to fight back, and he did so on the first day of his training.

Because Maddock's training is neither democratic nor free at all.

As a result, he moaned in pain all night in front of a blind man, and the bruises all over his body made him realize how weak he was.

Now he can only wave the war blade in his hand mechanically, slashing in the direction of the cold wind.

Maddock's eyes were full of helplessness.

When I saw Luke for the first time, more than a dozen barbarian ancestors jumped out and wanted to train.

After all, it is a rare thing in this world to see a guy whose physical strength is not much different from that of a barbarian recruit.

Maddock seized this opportunity by relying on his outstanding combat power, and now he is going crazy with anger.

Luke is certainly not clumsy, and even among ordinary people, this guy is a little smarter.

But in Maddock's eyes, this guy's stiff limbs reminded him of those stiff walking corpses outside the shelter. For a warrior, Luke's body control was as unsightly as a brain hemorrhage.

On the contrary, Matthew, who didn't get much attention, only got the favor of a female barbarian ancestor. The barbarian who didn't even leave his name was teaching Matthew, and the progress was not bad.

Maddock began to regret it. Although the blind man was in average physical condition, he was more talented in combat than this guy.

So, the iron rod in his hand fell on Luke again, in exchange for Luke's muffled groan.

"We're savages, not donkeys! Can you show the difference between you and donkeys so that I think you're human!"

On the holy mountain of Harrogas, where there has always been nothing but the sound of the wind, with Maddock's roar, it finally got a little angry.

Although such anger made Maddock very angry.