Dark Savages Come To the United States

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

A man dressed as a bishop spoke in a somewhat illusory tone to the respectful Father Alexander Anderson in front of him.

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

A mass of book pages wrapped around Father Anderson, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Recently, the church has received many reports of sightings of vampires, and the priests of the thirteenth department are very busy.

Outside the gate of Haixin's organization, Coulson got into a temporary car and watched a dark van drive into the gate of Haixin.

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

Others had unloaded a coffin from the car and were walking into it.

That man was not handsome, and he exuded a cold aura.

As an elite agent, Coulson is well versed in the principle of "don't delve into things you shouldn't care about", and turned his head back as if he hadn't seen anything.

His communication with Hai Xin's organization is not considered a failure, at least the business card in his hand can explain this matter, if he insists on exploring Hai Xin's internal affairs, it will be a problem for nothing. .

"Director, I'm returning now, and Hai Xin will appear on the battlefield when they are needed."

Coulson simply reported to the phone.

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

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

Bucky Barnes!

Although he wasn't sure if there would be any serious sequelae from this resurrection operation, this man could now be used as the power of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Bucky, I think you should have understood the situation now."

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

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

"I thought I could die in peace."

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

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

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 wiped out. They may be bigger than you think."

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

"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.

...

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

The feeling of creeping terror 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 somewhat dispel the anxiety from the bottom of my heart.

As for the smell, Jessica couldn't notice it at all, and panic began to strip her sanity little by little.

"Can death be salvation?"

Jessica curled up, and the sound of walking corpses scratching the door with their bones was constantly heard above her head.

This kind of movement is approaching her little by little.

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

The walking dead will cut through the not-so-tough iron plate, 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 followed Korik, and Hawkeye and Natasha who had just arrived.

The rest of the ancestors had no interest in watching a tedious wait.

Even the owner of the secret realm, Orac, has disappeared. Who cares about the despair of a dying girl?

Doing nothing is the biggest mistake.

"What is that doing?"

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

"Trial, to see if she is eligible for power."

Korick didn't want to waste his mouth on the subject.

"Put a girl in a dark environment? Do you want her to collapse?"

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

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

Bulkelso came up to him, he just wanted to say hello to Kerik, but he heard some unpleasant remarks.

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

Since he stayed on the holy mountain, he would take a look for himself at what it would be like to climb the holy mountain.

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

After all, the training of recruits must continue.

The breath of Steve, a veteran, is quite pure, and kindness dominates the majority.

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

Although these two people were kind on the whole, but the sin that emanated faintly made Bulkeso curl his lips.

"Bulkasso."

The name came out of Natasha's mouth.

Although she only saw this name from Coulson's message, who else could live on the holy mountain besides his unbelievable strength?

Steve heard this address and then took a careful look at Bulkelso in front of him.

Although it was not the first time we met, Bulkelso was covered by his battle armor at that time.

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

He needs to judge.

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

Bulkelso was talking to Steve.

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

"It was you?"

Steve subconsciously raised the shield in his hand, blocking in front of Hawkeye and Natasha.

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

Klick said so.

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

The living environment of the barbarians is doomed 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're going to have to pick one of my wares too, though I've lost them."

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

"Looks like it was destroyed by Bulkelso?"

Vader felt the lingering breath of Bulkelso on the shield.

Although that punch didn't use much strength at that time, no one would ignore the traces left by Bulkelso wearing the Immortal King suit.

"May I ask what this person's name is?"

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

No one can tell whether she is frozen or has some unique way to show her charm.

"Vader, my name is Vader. This lady's weapon doesn't seem very good either."

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

A beautiful woman meant nothing to these ancestors.

"Staying here is better than going back to blacksmithing."

Bulkeso said vaguely, Vader's appearance dispelled his talk.

"We're here for Rumlo, Mr. Bulkelso... Can you tell me where Rumlo is?"

Steve yelled at Bulkelso who had just opened the portal, he was a little hesitant in calling Bulkelso.

They didn't come here to investigate the news this time. S.H.I.E.L.D. lacks strength, and it would be a very good supplement if they could convince Rumlow.

Bulkelso stopped walking through the portal and turned to look at Steve.

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

Then Burkasso walked into the portal without hesitation.

It's a nice day today to build a seatbelt or something for that pickup.

The barbarian has of course seen what an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. does, just as soldiers who hate the barbarian come running for help when faced with an unstoppable enemy.

Understandable, but not recognized.

You must know that the barbarians did not seek the help of those mages even when they were surrounded by Baal on the holy mountain.

At the cost of the elders' lives it still had little effect, but the barbarian did not regret not asking for help.

"Rumlow is with Maddock."

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

Tariq did not accompany his heirs, but let them follow Madok to the dormitory.

Maddock's mood obviously improved a lot after Luke left the secret realm alive.

Now he's chatting with the boys.

Tariq was still looking at the three people in front of him repeatedly, he wanted to know who was the guy that Shengshan said.

He was really looking forward to getting an heir.

"It seems that Bulkelso's attitude towards you is not very good."

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

The attitude of Bul-Kathos is largely typical of that of barbarians, save for those ancestors who have legends.

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

And Vader is just a businessman, even if he was a good adventurer.

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

Korik originally planned to let Vader lead the way, but Vader chose the attitude of Bulkelso, so he could only let him lead the way himself.

Anyway, he has nothing to do now.

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

Hawkeye remembered the agent who was smashed by Olongus' boulder at that time, and whispered.

"It's just because your behavior is annoying."

Kerik casually threw out three pieces of black bread, then turned and walked in front.

Although sharing battles is the highest treatment a barbarian treats a friend, the second is sharing weapons and spirits.

But giving food at least shows that the barbarian is not hostile.

The recruits in these shelters know it all.

...

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

After drinking the medicine bottle, Luke sat cross-legged 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 very interested in this question.

"You mean Hamelin? Nobody wants to bother with that guy while he's alive."

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

At that time, if Orac hadn't been sent to Hamelin by the potion of endless chaos, he would not have paid the price of his life to solve this big rat.

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

As Maddock spoke, he stuck the giant ax in his hand on the ground, motioning for Luke to come over and try.

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

"ha!"

Luke's black face was flushed purple, but the giant ax 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?"

"Maddock's Sorrow!"

A somewhat hoarse female voice sounded, and Lei Ko strode in.

This room used to be the barbarian's dormitory, so the size of his space would not be cramped.

After all, barbarians always like to compete, and there is no way for them to stay here if there is not much space.

"Ancestor Leikou."

Matthew stood up immediately. Although he couldn't feel the existence of "Madock's Sorrow", he could still do it when he heard Laiko's voice.

"cut."

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

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

The phantom of the ferocious shoulder armor on Lei Ko's shoulders is like a shadow.

Luke looked at Lecco in front of him and clicked his tongue.

Lai Ko's threat seemed to him a very bizarre thing. After all, in his heart, Madok was the top group of ancestors on the holy mountain.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Madock yelled like his tail had been stepped on.

The huge ax in his hand was in front of him, always on guard against Lei Kou rushing up.

"You're not afraid that I won't prevent you from defeating me, Maddock. I'm going to take this kid to the trial, you'd better stop talking nonsense."

Lai Koyi stated the facts, then took Matthew and left the dormitory directly.

Lei Kou watched from a distance the team formation secret realm just now.

She was not very satisfied with Matthew's performance.

"Madock, can you tell us her story?"

Rumlow found a topic to resolve Maddock's embarrassment. Although he didn't name her, everyone knew that he was talking about Lecco.

"That savage widow."

When Madock said this, he finally understood the trick of whispering, the voice was so small that only he could hear it.

"That's Lai Kou. Apart from Bulkelso 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 that Bulkelso doesn't want to find a barbarian wife. I obviously think Sonya is pretty good."

Just as Maddock got his head started, he was slapped on the back of the head by Kerik who had just come over.

"Do you want to be beaten up by Leiko first, or do you want to feel Bulkelso's double knives first?"

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

“A bottle of Treasure!”

Maddock raised a middle finger and shouted loudly.

So in exchange for another slap from Kerik.

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

After Kerik slapped Maddock again, he kicked him aside.

Maddock rubbed his butt, then picked up the weapon cursingly.

"I can't beat Lai Ko and Bulkasso, and I can't beat you?"

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

Kerik's eyes widened, and a huge ax appeared in his hand.

"Rumlow, we want you back."

Steve looked at the two souls who were at war with each other, and interrupted the possible conflict.

Maddock came down along the steps, and Kerik also took back the "Power of Bastin".

"Two bottles of Bulkesso's Reserva."

"Pooh!"

Maddock and Korik reached a consensus.

"You? Or Nick Fury?"

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

"It's SHIELD."

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

"Then it's better for you to find that speeding pervert in red. That warm-hearted guy is much easier to find than me."

Rumlow picked up the two-handed giant hammer that was set aside as a joke.

Obviously he doesn't plan to go back and help S.H.I.E.L.D. with anything.

If you can't agree, let's fight. When he was beaten up, he was full of anger.

"Superpowers can't fight against mystery."

Hawkeye beeped softly.

After withstood the double blows of angels and demons, he was a little too exaggerated about things in the mysterious field.

The guy in Central City is not weak, at least he will never suffer when facing a guy like the Witch Heart Demon.

After all, demons also need to learn the basics, even if the Witch Heart Demon blew himself up on the spot, he wouldn't be able to hurt the speedster.

Natasha didn't say a word, carefully observing Rumlow in front of her.

Black Widow is examining her prey. As the top diplomatic expert in S.H.I.E.L.D. except Coulson, her goal this time is Rumlow in front of her eyes.

Only careful observation can better complete the task.

"Are you going to fight? Count me in!"

Luke stood up, swinging the warblade vigorously.

Hawkeye held the long bow behind him in his hand, and his other hand could draw an arrow at any time.

"It's none of your business! You'd better think about how to get rid of that Hand Society first!"

Rumlow slapped Luke on the back of the head, making Luke stumble.

"You are stronger than me now?"

Luke turned to look at Rumlow in disbelief.

"How about it, Rumlow? I can assure you that you will not be attacked from within again."

Steve put the shield in his hands back behind him, and smoothly lowered Hawkeye's bow, making 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 brat."

Rumlow hung the sledgehammer back on his waist, and stared into Steve's eyes, as if he was looking for something.

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

To make up for those victims, he must of course rely on the power of certain institutions, otherwise he would be unable to do so just by looking for information about the victims.

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

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

Klick felt that the person who was similar to him that Shengshan said was definitely not Steve.

If it were him, he wouldn't help an untrustworthy guy, but would directly pick up his weapon and fight up.

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, where is the middle ground?" This is Klick's thinking.

If Taliq hadn't been controlling this innocent and somewhat excessive guy, Kerik might have caused a lot of trouble long ago.

He is not a battle prophet like Madock, if his character had not been summoned by the holy mountain, he might have been sunk into the swamp by some witch doctor long ago.

Maybe it was buried in a coffin by the priest of Rathma? It is also possible to be poisoned by a demon hunter.

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

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

These two agents are the famous ones, and although Rumlow has no friendship with them, they are not completely strangers.

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

Hawkeye couldn't help but interrupt.

His situation is different from Natasha's. To him, SHIELD is a place to maintain peace. What can a guy with combat lurking expertise know.

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

"Agent Patton, you always do things like combatants, how do you know what that black-hearted bastard did? Even the famous Black Widow didn't rush to refute, why are you defending?"

Rumlow said with sarcasm and Hawkeye.

Hawkeye glanced at Natasha, who was silent, and frowned.

"Say something, Natasha."

Hawkeye was a little flustered. He understood that SHIELD was not without taint, but he didn't think SHIELD was a place of evil either.

"Okay, Barton."

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

"Tell me what you want, and I'll try my best to get it."

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

Rumlow lowered his head slightly, covering up the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

As a leader, Steve can guarantee that S.H.I.E.L.D. will not make any more bullshit.

But this condition is obviously impossible.

An aboveboard secret service organization is a joke.

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

Steve said with a serious expression.

When he was flipping through the documents of S.H.I.E.L.D., he saw an interesting piece of information.

An intel about the Super Power Squad.

That squad is called "The Avengers."

"Somewhat 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's a shield, it's not enough."

...

At this time, in front of the gate of the holy mountain, a somewhat thin and sloppy man tightened his windbreaker and was warming up in front of the brazier left by Korik.

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 with my own will, and now I am suffering from hunger and cold, but fortunately, there is a burning brazier in front of me.

Thanks to the book friend JETYGUO for the reward of 1000 points.

Thank you book friends for the 300 dots I once gave.

Thanks to the book friend, or Jun, for the 200 point coins rewarded.

Thanks to the book friend Spinnaker for the 200 points.

Wait until I wake up to see if I can have more, it should be fine...

101 chapters are currently owed.