Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Bulkelso, I still don't understand what you're doing."

Rumlow looked at the person in front of him with determination in his tone.

"You can definitely save that old soldier, just like you saved me."

Rumlow looked at Bulkelso's back, and his tone became more and more firm. It wasn't that he was overflowing with love, it was just that he couldn't figure out why Bulkelso did what he did.

"Why would I do this? Because he seems remorseful?"

Bulkasso didn't even look back, but walked forward with big strides. Bulkelso felt that such a thing did not need to be thought about.

The snow on the holy mountain of Harrogas seems to be fluttering all the time, but the snowflakes that fell on Bulkelso just disappeared.

Burkasso has seen too many such things, just like Niracek back then, wouldn't he regret what he did?

No! Nihlathak died with relief.

But no one will give him another chance.

All the opportunities bestowed by others are just a sudden wavering of the giver.

Even Rumlow temporarily changed his mind because of the will of Tariq and Mocott.

No one is born to get everything he wants, and unfortunately Bul-Kelso had no intention of saving a remorseful veteran from the clutches of an Avenger.

"I still don't understand, just like that woman over there, why did she come here? The smell on her body is more sinful than usual."

Rumlow looked at Jessica Jones who was wielding a hatchet in the distance, and their position was just right to see Olak's strong body and the figure of Jessica Jones.

Although he didn't know the specific situation of this woman, he was very concerned about the sin that lingered on her body no matter what.

"She will probably die in the first trial, Rumlow, have you forgotten the tragedy of entering the secret realm for the first time? At that time, I thought you would die in it."

Bulkelso didn't even glance in the direction Rumlow was looking.

He can know what is on this eternal holy mountain from the mouths of those ancestors.

Olak chose the barbarian he was optimistic about as his successor more than once, and the luckiest one failed to see Hamelin and the inexhaustible rat.

To be chosen by Orac basically means an honorable death.

"Okay, Rumlow, instead of worrying about that veteran, you might as well think about how you can continue to become stronger."

Bulkeso stopped and turned around.

Tariq was already standing ahead, awaiting his successor.

Bulkelso wondered what to do after the barbarians.

There seems to be no need for many barbarians in this world. The demons in hell are so weak, so what can barbarians gain here?

"I thought we were Mercy."

Rumlow shook his head and walked towards Tariq. He was flat because he just wanted an answer.

Unlimited demands are inherently unfair.

"We are Justice. Mercy is the purview of Hope that hides in the hood."

Bulkeso said so.

...

"Sir, does his memory need to be adjusted?"

Bucky, who was undergoing surgery, was still lying on the operating table, but his body already had a heartbeat. Obviously the most dangerous hurdle has been passed.

Although the doctor didn't know the identity of the people in the operating room, he didn't want to know at all.

In a place like S.H.I.E.L.D., the more you know, the more danger you will have.

A rehabilitated veteran is much better than an agent who has undergone "treatment".

Although several surgeries are still needed before fully waking up, at this point there is no possibility of failure.

"Erasure the death part, and let him think that he was only seriously injured."

Nick Fury said this to the doctor in front of him.

Now he is still worried about werewolves and mummies, the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been greatly weakened, and now he cares about every combat power

"As you wish, Chief."

The doctor shook his head, then turned and went back to the operating room.

This operation is a long-term thing, and he needs to be prepared before the next operation.

The turmoil in S.H.I.E.L.D. is still going on, and all the top executives of the council are meeting intensively to discuss how to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even the military temporarily gave up on finding that big green monster, and instead focused on how to bite off a piece of flesh from S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I thought you were going to come over and apologize to us in person."

There was a muffled sound, accompanied by the rustle of chocolate bars being crunched.

"I thought you'd come a little later."

Nick Fury doesn't want to see this huge guy at all.

"Ah, I just stopped by. After all, we found traces of demons."

Hellboy, like Mammon who was pulled out of Constantine's stomach by Bulkelso, is a child of the devil.

But because of some accidents, he stood on the human standpoint.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had analyzed this guy's body and found some human traits in it, but they had no chance of replicating this power at all.

"You have never been willing to share information with us, and I have never seen a demon other than you."

Nick Fury belittled Hellboy without fear.

He has accepted the existence of aliens for a long time, and thinks that these guys are no different from aliens.

Mysterious realms have never been their focus.

After all, their purpose is to maintain "world peace" and their goals are concentrated on those superhumans.

"You've always been such an annoyance. The occult is a rigorous discipline that your scientific minds can't figure out."

Hellboy pulled out a cigar and clamped it to the huge stone arm.

"Okay, since you still have a task, go ahead and do it first, I can..."

Before Nick Fury finished speaking, he was punched and knocked to the ground.

"The reason I stopped by is to beat you bastard. Abel is still recovering from his injuries, so let me beat you."

Hellboy turned and left, he still had things to do.

Before that, he felt that an aura similar to his was moving around this city.

So he applied for this assignment just to vent his anger on his friend Abel.

"But the injury on your body seems to be from the soul?"

Hellboy left these words and left directly.

The power of hell has always been an existence worth guarding against.

As an honorary human being, Anu En Rama's main task is to deal with these things that are not believed and "do not exist".

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