Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Rumlow, do you know why Bulkelso is annoyed?"

Tariq walked slowly in front, followed by Rumlow who was a bit distressed.

Tariq has a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now is to find Mokot.

The always taciturn ancestor didn't like lively occasions very much, unless the people around him were his trusted comrades-in-arms.

"I do not quite understand."

Rumlow's voice was clearly irritated, and Bulkelso's attitude towards him made him feel that he was not very welcome.

"Because you represent not only me, but Mocott.

And Mokot was originally the most promising barbarian to become the next general, but unfortunately he was not only older than Qualkek, but also died a little earlier than Qualkek. "

Tariq spoke somewhat hollowly.

Mocott, a taciturn savage.

Andakurgas was the first to be optimistic about Bulkeso, who has not shown his aptitude for being a strong player for a long time, and Mokot was the second.

"Mokot may be more important to Bulkeso than Warusk."

Tariq walked in silence, completely oblivious to the fact that he had mentioned the name Vorusk, which should have been watered down.

If you want to give an example, only this guy, Volusk, can be more vivid.

"No mercy?"

Rumlow asked like this, with a little expectation in his expression.

The approval of a legend means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.

Then give birth to new strong ones.

Speaking of the legend of "No Mercy", Talic stopped in his tracks:

"You can't get no mercy, no one in this world can get no mercy except Bul Kasso.

Because of compassion, there will be no mercy.

While it may seem contradictory to say this, it is Mocott's own words. "

Rumlow looked past Tariq in front of him, and looked at Mocott who was sitting quietly in the bushes.

Perhaps it is more convincing to hear it from Mocott himself than to hear it from Tariq.

"Did I say that at the time?"

Mocott raised his head and looked at Taliq with a dazed expression on his face.

Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too long a memory, and Mocott himself couldn't remember the specific things.

"Of course you said so."

Tariq smiled at Mocott, and pushed Rumlo in front of Mocott.

"This is the person we selected together at the time. You can't leave it all to me to teach, right?"

Tariq twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

Now Mokot as a soul cannot be stronger than Tariq as one of the three ancestors.

It was only him who was dead.

While alive, Tariq was educated by Mokot for quite a long time.

This education continued until Mokot returned to the Holy Mountain as an ancestor spirit.

"I just think it's a bit wasteful for a seedling who might become an excellent fighter to be hacked to death by Bulkelso."

Mocott looked up at Tariq.

This oppressive stare continued until Talick put away the redundant expression on his face.

"Dead people, don't consume the few other emotions besides anger. Tariq, you have done a lot recently."

Mocott closed his eyes with satisfaction, reached out to wipe the snow on the ground, and then took out a bottle of spirits specially offered by the ancestors left by Bulkelso.

Then he threw it directly to Rumlow.

A soul that drinks leaves nothing but a burn.

The special drink brewed by Bulkhasso for the ancestors contained his blood, and some of his feelings.

This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their own state for a longer period of time when they are souls, or it should be said! human nature!

Mocott clearly knew why Tariq brought Rumlow in front of him.

The trust of the barbarians in the Immortal King is not because of the damned throne that is always lofty, but because every Immortal King is someone they trust. This is why the title of Immortal King has been dyed differently. color.

Relatives these years, I'm afraid they can't understand what Bulkelso means to them.

"Drink it, Rumlo, I hope you will have the chance to feel the spirit of Bulkelso."

It was rare for Mocott to speak intermittently.

It's just that the eyelids are trembling on the closed eyes.

Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, the crimson liquor exuded a faint brilliance.

It was nothing like the ones Rumlow had gotten before.

"It's really irresponsible. Is this a test?"

Rumlow smiled, and then glanced at the proof of shame hanging on Tariq's waist.

Emotions are a bit mixed.

For a moment, when the Token of Shame was offered as a sacrifice to help Vader break into the Dark Soulstone, Rumlow escaped the influence of the legend.

Even as Talic began to coalesce the legend again, he became controlled again.

But memory does not lie.

For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.

Besides, Rumlow didn't think that Tariq would know anything about it, and until now, Tariq hadn't talked to him about it.

"Just a chance. A chance to live out your dreams."

Tariq folded his arms and said.

He stared at Rumlow with some expectation in his eyes.

Perhaps Rumlow could get what they've always wanted for him.

The redeemed are never easy to be.

Compared with the Ring of Nagel obtained by Matthew, the Head of Resonance obtained by Rumlow is a bit far behind.

But the answer that really got Bulkeso's approval was Rumlow's.

Otherwise, Bulkelso wouldn't have mentioned emphatically that Talik should teach him. Compared with Matthew, Bulkelso's words to Rumlow are more meaningful.

Knowing one's weakness is only the first step, and changing the status quo of weakness is the most urgent need.

Qualkek has always done this.

Mountain splitting giant axe?

This only represents who is most similar to Qual-Kek, not who can surpass Qual-Kek.

Rumlow raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth.

The choking pungentness and the pity rising in his heart caused Rumlow to lose consciousness for a moment.

Mocott closed his eyes and nodded.

He felt the pity from Bulkelso's soul, and obviously what he did was right.

"Are you ready?"

Tariq lip-synced to Mocott and asked.

Even with his eyes closed, Mocott nodded as if he heard it.

Tariq took out the Head of Resonance, and pinned the legendary helmet on Rumlow's head!

This legendary power can make the battle cry have a charming effect, allowing the enemies affected by the battle to become their own help.

But in the end that's just part of the resonance. ,

The reason why the unlucky Reshard was eaten by the demon he summoned was because the demon wanted to share his pain with Ressard!

It's not that demons are inherently evil, and many of them are souls controlled by the power of the burning hell.

If you want to say, it is probably somewhat similar to the cybermen that appeared before.

All emotion is suppressed, but not absent.

This piece of equipment can make Rumlow better feel Bulkelso's compassion!

In Rumlow's perspective, Bulkelso's figure appeared.

In front of Bulkelso was a burning house on the desolate ground.

Inside stood a half-body woman who had become a bug, constantly fighting with herself.

There were two corpses lying on the ground.

It appeared that one belonged to a child and the other to a male.

From the perspective of Rumlow's professionalism, it was obvious that the man had no idea that he would be attacked.

Death came suddenly and simply.

But the child's body has been torn apart, and some flesh and blood are still hanging on the woman's mouth, which has become a disgusting mouthpart.

"You can make a last wish."

Bulkelso spoke with a gentle tone that Rumlow had never seen before.

"Kill! Me! Please kill me!!! Kill! Everyone!"

The woman's initial prayer turned into a howl, just like the demons she saw on the battlefield before.

She waved her uncontrollable arms and rushed towards Bulkelso.

Then the sharp mouthparts gnawed heavily on Bulkelso's shoulder.

Bulkelso didn't make any movement, letting the woman's worm gnaw on his shoulder.

"You can say another wish."

Bulkeso said so.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman who was almost completely turned into a bug.

Anger turned into a tangible flame, roasting the bug bit by bit.

Those growing carapaces turned into coke and fell to the ground.

Among the scorched carapace and rotten flesh, the woman's painful and desperate face was revealed.

The power of the Burning Hell has made her will irreversible.

"Is it revenge? I will smash that demon into a meat paste, and then use it as fertilizer for the saplings in front of your door."

Bulkeso said so.

Even if the woman didn't say anything, she just kept trying to eat the flesh and blood on Bulkasso's shoulder.

Bulkelso's arms tightened little by little. He made his muscles soft like tides, hugged the woman, and then used the most appropriate strength to let her body die painlessly without being damaged. up.

Rumlow observed silently from a third-person perspective.

This kind of scene didn't have much emotion for him, a former spy who had committed countless crimes.

But the emotion of disdain will still not arise.

"If you want me to see these pictures, it may not have the slightest effect on me."

Rumlow said so.

He knew that both Tariq and Mokot could hear it.

"I'm so impatient, not at all like Qualkek."

Mocott said so.

He didn't have the slightest thought about whether Rumlow still had a chance to get the Mountain Cleave Axe.

Even though Qualkek's temper is not very good, he will not make any judgments lightly.

"So, the Mountain Splitting Ax should be prepared for someone else."

Tariq shook his head, and the hand holding the resonating head violently poured his own energy into it.

He thought Rumlow would have a chance, but now it seems that chance has become much slimmer.

The previous one was just the beginning.

At this time, Rumlow's consciousness was completely reversed. As the man who fell on the ground, he experienced everything about that man.

A warm and simple dinner that was only enough to fill the stomach turned into a tragedy after a scream.

The wife's screams caused the man to come up to him worriedly, and he was killed when he was unprepared and confused.

The next moment, Soul Shake appeared in the belly of that demon!

Feeling the child's flesh and blood passing over his body bit by bit, feeling the fear, pain and despair of ignorance!

Empathy is the quality that distinguishes humans from demons and angels.

Human beings will be sad because of the sorrow of the same kind, and will be happy because of the joy of the same kind!

You will even feel the corresponding feeling because of a text description.

It's like someone said he stuck a toothpick between his toes and kicked it hard against the wall.

Demons don't.

Angels don't either.

Demons are only at a loss for the situation of their own kind.

Angelic mercy is full of high above.

Rumlow's heart began to tremble.

In the next moment, he became that child, feeling bewildered, fearful, tormented and flustered.

The next moment, he felt the weeping of that woman's soul!

As the master of the body, he lost control of his body from that scream.

The body has become a cage, and he can only watch his body being controlled by the chaotic instinct of the devil, killing his family members and killing his children in the cruelest way.

Until the blazing heat of Bulkelso's blood came from his mouth!

In a daze, he finally uttered revenge, and then he was relieved in the warmth.

mercy?

Rumlow didn't understand compassion from Bulkelso's emotions, because Bulkelso didn't think much about compassion at the time.

He understood something else!

Angry and cruel!

Waves of anger flashed on Rumlow's body, forming sword-like sharpness and gathering on his body!

The sharp anger pierced Taliq's body, dyeing that soul blood red!

"It seems that you have done unnecessary things, Mocott."

Tariq said with a smile.

It wasn't the result they wanted, but it was only better than what they wanted to hand over to Rumlow!

What conditions do barbarians need to comprehend the innate skills?

Strength is only a part, more is the consciousness in that blood!

"All I know is that he said goodbye to the glory of Qual-Kek."

Mocott muttered something, then stood up!

Does mercy mean no mercy?

Mocott still can't remember when he said such nonsense!

Even though he had sat there thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember.

So he thought Tariq was lying.

Cruelty and Mercy go hand in hand!

"But I think Buer Kaisuo can also say goodbye to Wu Min!"

Mocott said firmly!

He walked up to Rumlow, grabbed Rumlow's shoulders with both hands, and then leaned back with all his might!

Rumlow finally opened his eyes!

What catches the eye is a forehead that is constantly enlarging!

From the piercing whistling sound, Rumlow saw death coming.

[Maybe it's not bad? Death seems to be a kind of off? 】

A funny idea appeared in Rumlow's mind, and then he closed his eyes again.

He is feeling the power from his body!

Almost in an instant, he knew the power of the talent of cruelty!

For enemies who have been seriously injured, it can cause more damage!

"boom!"

There was a crisp muffled sound!

Mocott plunged into Rumlow's body!

The anger that belonged to Mocott began to burn with the help of Rumlow's body!

If Rumlow's anger is like a small bonfire, then Mocott's anger is a burning mountain fire!

The flames of anger rose, and the corners of the holy mountain were reflected in a bright red!

Bulkasso, who was considering what reward to give Wayne, looked up with a smile on his face.

"I really don't understand why I believed in Taliq's evil and saved you from Bulkelso. But now, you can use the ancestor summoning!"

Mocott's voice trembled a little.

What he did was to engrave his brand on Rumlow's body!

Connect your soul with Rumlow!

He can only use Rumlow's experience to feel humanity, and from now on he doesn't have to consume Bulkelso's humanity anymore!

The legend of no mercy is a legend that can only be increased after releasing the Fury of the Berserker and the Summoning of the Ancestors at the same time!

Mokot is a follower of Volusk!

His legend is similar to the Immortal King set!

Two and a half times!

This is the increase brought about by Mercy!

It's just that this increase will only appear on the skill Hammer of the Ancestors!

Coupled with the Bracers of the First Men in Rumlow's hand, this makes him even stronger!

Although it can bring a forty-fold increase in all directions compared to the suit of the Immortal King.

But the power of no mercy is enough!

When Mocott was summoned, he was not like those barbarians who had no contact with their ancestors. The three summoned ancestors would be called the three fools.

When Rumlow summons the ancestors, Mocott's will will also come!

Covering Rumlow's body, every attack will be performed twice!

Before Rumlow couldn't reach the level where he could summon Mocott's full power. Summoned ancestral spirits will only be twice as strong as Rumlow.

This is just the first catch!

And the wine from before!

Even if there is only a small part of Bulkelso's blood, there are only sporadic emotions.

But these are enough to increase Rumlow's blood concentration and physical strength to the point where he can unleash the lowest level of Berserker's Wrath!

Even if it can only last for a short time, the Rumlow at that time already has enough power to instantly kill Rorschach!

"Now, young warrior, you have no chance of going evil! Mocott will watch you! All the time!"

Tariq retracted his arm.

"It's called doing it first! Talking later!"

Tariq smiled softly.

Being stalked by Mocott is definitely not a good experience.

That eccentric guy would teach Rumlow more when Tariq wasn't training.

From this point on, Rumlow's happy herding career is over!

Atonement will be urged!

Battles will be directed!

Not a single thought in life escapes Mocott's grasp!

There is no freedom at all!

But such is Mocott's mercy!

It is better to be controlled to walk on the right path than to make a wrong step and make a big mistake!

"Ancestor Mocott, is this what you mean because you don't have mercy because of mercy?"

Rumlow said with a bitter face.

He smoothly pushed the resonance head on his head to the top of his head, revealing that mature face.

But in the depths of his eyes, the brilliance of hope is constantly flashing!

He understood that he was finally recognized!

Considered a junior by the savages, by Bull Casso, by these ancestors!

"Talking nonsense!"

Mocott's dissatisfied voice came, and his figure appeared in front of Rumlow in a flash!

Only part of that seething rage returned to Mocott.

More were left in Rumlow's body!

Building strength requires energy.

If the food is not prepared in advance, then Mocott can only contribute this part of the energy to strengthen the recruits.

"you are always like this."

Tariq continued with a smile:

"You can now feel the taste of food and drink through the touch of rumlo, but you don't need to feel everything."

This kind of teasing words made Mocott's old face blush.

Mocott was single from the start.

"I'll give him time to rest!"

After Mocott finished speaking, he disappeared.

"Let's go, Rumlow, now I'm going to ask for mercy for you.

I hope that Bulkelso is in a good mood, and it is best that the mountain splitting ax has chosen its owner now. "

Tariq patted Rumlow's back hard, making a bang bang bang.

Rumlow wore the mask-like helmet on his head, whistling, cheerfully like a deer running among the mountains and forests.

Bulkelso's blood made Rumlow's physique more like that of a barbarian from the stag tribe.

It's just that Bulkelso probably won't recognize that the current Rumlow is a member of the Bucks tribe.

At least not now.

Rumlow is not worthy of calling himself a proud stag until the sins he bears are doubled!

...

"Wayne, you already have a good harvest. It's just that you want to know my weakness?"

Bulkeso had a smile on his lips.

He was genuinely amused by Wayne's wish.

There are many people who want to know Bulkelso's weaknesses, and there are many who know his weaknesses.

It's just that he never thought that he would hear such a request from a barbarian.

"Can you tell me why you want to know my weakness?"

Bulkelso's hand stopped in the backpack, and he hadn't figured out what reward to give Wayne.

Especially after Wayne said he didn't really need an immediate power boost.

"I'm afraid you'll lose control, Bulkelso."

Wayne candidly stated his reasons.

There was no sign of fear or hesitation at all.

Even if he knew that it was a bit outrageous to ask about the other party's weaknesses.

"Your worry is very interesting, but I want you to know that all the ancestors on the holy mountain are worried about this."

Bulkeso smiled.

He looked at all the ancestors around him openly.

The ancestors froze for a moment, then laughed together!

The whisper soon became the only sound on Harrogath Mountain.

"Yes, he was right!"

Olongus laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

One hand kept patting his thigh.

"The Gatekeeper was created to restrain the Immortal King."

Kerik covered his forehead and said.

He felt that Wayne's worries were a little premature.

What's the use even if he knew Bulkelso's weakness?

If Bulkelso really lost control one day, he wouldn't even have the ability to stop Bulkelso even from a face-to-face meeting.

Karcho just showed a perfunctory smile on his face.

Along with the barbarian's sword master, Karn.

The two of them were only one step away from the goalkeeper position.

Even now they are the back of the gatekeepers.

If any accident happened to the current three ancestors, Kalqiu and Kahn would immediately take that position.

As for the three ancestors being knocked down together, it has never happened.

If it wasn't for the damn big explosion at that time, the two of them would have been able to continue fighting with Tariq who had been guarding the gate of the holy mountain.

"I am willing to give up my reward, and I want to know the answer to this question."

Wayne didn't care about the laughter of the ancestors around him, and spoke in a firmer voice.

"Honestly, Wayne, I admire you."

Bulkelso looked at Wayne in front of him, and said openly.

"You can ask any ancestor about my weakness, and they will give you the answer. Do you really want to give up your reward because of this well-known problem?"

Bulkelso first gave Wayne the opportunity to take back what he said before.

With a serious look, he continued:

"Even if you catch any demon from the Burning Hell, there is a high probability that you will be able to force this answer from their mouths. You can also change your wish. This news is not worth giving up the reward you deserve."

Bulkelso looked at Wayne in front of him with a smile on his face.

Rumlow's affair was over, Tariq had told him.

So at this time his mood improved a lot.

"My wish is to hear from you your weaknesses, Bulkelso."

Wayne didn't change his tune.

He lowered his head, hiding his gaze.

It seems that he is worried that his thoughts will be seen through.

"are you serious?"

Bulkeso became serious.

If Wayne insisted, he would grant this not-so-superb wish.

"Yes."

Wayne didn't change his tune.

The surrounding ancestors also stopped laughing.

Lai Ko looked thoughtfully at Wayne in front of her, and then at Matthew who was thinking.

She suddenly felt that Wayne might be able to focus on training.

This guy has ideas somewhat similar to Kanai's.

"My weakness..."

Bulkasso frowned, trying to organize his words.

Although he knew what his weakness was, he had never said it out of his own mouth.

"All spiritual skills are meaningless to a barbarian at my level. But the power of magic and rules can effectively hurt me."

Bulkeso said while thinking.

Bulkelso, who can maintain the fury of the berserker indefinitely in battle, can ignore all controls.

Unless it is some kind of rule, such as the rule of death for life.

But that's only to the extent that it can hurt.

The current Bull Kaiser has obtained a large number of rules, and some rules that are not lethal enough can hurt Bull Kaiser, but they cannot bring a fatal threat.

"If any spell is considered a weakness, the spell that directly hits the soul is my weakness."

Bulkeso said so.

This is of course a weakness.

Those hell demon kings can use this to get a chance to deal with Bulkelso.

Although Bull Casso's soul is not complete.

But the dark soul stone inlaid on the forehead has more than negative effects.

Use the soul to attack in front of the dark soul stone?

That is probably ready to be with Bulkelso for a long time.

Jotun Kuller would not rely on his soul strength to make trouble in front of the current Bulkelso.

"It's easier to kill me than to kill death or something.

At least I'm still alone, so beheading, bleeding, and hurting the life force itself all work on me. "

Bulkeso said with a smile.

The premise of killing the rules will only be the power of the rules.

Most naive attacks will not work against the rules.

But physical attacks are effective against Bull Kasso.

As long as someone can defeat the barbarian who has been called the strongest in hand-to-hand combat, then killing Bulkaisuo is not a delusion.

Unfortunately, this requirement may be the most difficult to meet.

If you want to cut off Bulkelso's head, you must at least be able to cut through Bulkelso's tough flesh and bones.

Now Bulkelso is using legendary equipment even for cutting his nails and cutting his hair.

It's the one called the barber's dagger.

Bulkelso knew that this dagger was called the Shaver because when the witch doctor used this legendary sword, the soul barrage skill would cause "shaving head" damage to the surrounding enemies in a wide range.

But since the dagger bears that name, it seems a bit too wasteful not to use it for shaving hair and clipping nails.

This dagger is really sharp.

At least a little bit sharper than the blade of jealousy that deals critical damage to enemies in full state.

"In close combat, I will not lose."

Bulkelso looked at Wayne in front of him, and said with a smile.

For Wayne's idea, he wanted to support it.

But there seemed to be only so much he could say.

"That's all?"

Wayne still lowered his head and asked.

Of course he would not be satisfied with the answer given by Bulkelso.

This statement is somewhat general.

"Bulkasso's weakness? Looking at it from the eyes of a demon, maybe there is greed?"

Maddock said casually.

Seriously, nephalem are mostly greedy.

Even take a big basket and put it on the side of a box, and if you pull the rope at the right time, it will probably be 100% able to frame a nephalem.

"I just want to recycle all the things that are left outside. I think it's more appropriate to call it thrifty!"

Bulkeso choked at Maddock.

"Okay, frugal."

Maddock shook his head noncommittally.

This is a common problem for all nephalem.

Naturally, Maddock will not be ruled out.

"I think, you won't threaten me with your own safety, right? Let me tell you first, I will protect all the barbarians, but I will not risk the destruction of the barbarians by agreeing to such stupid conditions as suicide.

But I promise to avenge you. "

Bulkelso glanced at Wayne, and said with some doubts.

It is definitely not a good way to threaten barbarians with hostages.

The emotion of hesitation will only be a burden in the battle with the devil, and cause a greater threat.

Savages don't take hostage threats.

"I testify!"

Leah raised her little hand and said.

There was no sense of embarrassment.

At that time, the Great Demon God Diablo occupied her body, and Bulkasso cut off the huge head without any hesitation.

Hostages are useless.

Most old-school fighters are the same.

The rescue of hostages will only be carried out in absolute safety.

The demons used hostages as traps not once or twice, and the nephalem were getting tired of it.

Sometimes seeing the hostages locked in the cage, Nephalem wished he could just say hand over the treasure chest so that the demons would not die.

Hostage incidents are routine, not accidental.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Maddock laughed loudly.

The laugh made Olongus and the others feel a little puzzled.

After all, when fighting Diablo, the three ancestors were not absent, but Olongus and the others did not have the ability to intervene.

The three ancestors are special.

"Okay, if you still plan to listen, I probably can only take you to the Burning Hell to ask Baal."

Bulkelso waved his hand and said to Wayne.

No matter how many weaknesses he can't think of himself.

"I see."

Wayne nodded, then backed away silently.

Bulkelso was a little distressed.

Now that Wayne has decided to use his prize in exchange for the answer to this question.

Then it is a bit inappropriate to give out prizes.

Fortunately, Wayne was also the last one to stay in the battle, so help with equipment didn't seem so urgent.

"I will take you with me when I go to Baal, and you can ask him personally. I can even take you to that bastard Tyrell, and you can get the news you want to know from him."

Bulkeso continued talking.

Made a promise to Wayne.

As for whether Barr will affect Wayne, he is not worried at all.

When he appeared in front of Barr, Barr would say goodbye to his personality of destroying the demon god.

The same goes for Tyrell!

Influence a barbarian through mind control?

Unless that barbarian is a nielasek idiot who only knows how to study magic.

Otherwise, any barbarian who has mastered the fury of the berserker will not be affected by his sanity.

A savage filled with anger leaves no room for other emotions to take over!

...

"Agent Hill, when did you go out?"

Melinda runs into Agent Hill on her way home from get off work.

SHIELD has been a bit busy recently, and she has to work overtime to cope with the heavy clerical work.

Unexpectedly, he met the thoughtful Agent Hill at the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"It's been a long time since I left work. I just relax."

Hill said so.

Apparently he was playing around with Melinda's question.

Now her mind is full of how to deduct part of the S.H.I.E.L.D. funds to build a safe house and build her own network without being discovered, like Nick Fury.

After all, Nick Fury's approach has been written on the prohibited items in the last release of materials.

The gaps that Nick Fury has used before have been plugged.

Now even if it is specially recruiting financial talents to deduct funds, it is impossible.

"Hey! This is the first time I've seen you leave the office in days."

Melinda spoke a little too enthusiastically.

"I know, that's why I need to come out and relax."

Hill finally focused on Melinda.

Melinda can think of the reason for her persecution.

At that time, she had a part in the attack on Rumlow, so Melinda's targeting was justified.

After she rejected Melinda's resignation request again, this reason became more sufficient.

"I don't think you should hold out hope that you will be fired if you offend me. You must know that there is no such thing as retirement in the secret service industry."

Hill looked up at Melinda in front of him, with a very serious expression.

No matter how stupid Hill was, he would never let Melinda, an elite man, leave S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Can I take a long vacation?"

Melinda said so.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

But her quality as an agent prevented her from showing it.

"This is negotiable, I will talk to the director."

Hill said so.

The topic of resignation can be ended here.

So Hill bypassed Melinda and walked directly into the office building.

Melinda left the spot as if nothing had happened, and approached a corner after avoiding all eyes.

Looking at the door in front of her that looked like an old warehouse door, the corners of Melinda's eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.

"I knew there was a reason why the frontline personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D. were always underequipped and funded."

She muttered, and pushed open the door that said the secret base.

Then I looked at the man with a hairline a little over a billion.

"I thought you were dead, Coulson. Now it seems that this is another secret operation by the director?"

Melinda said so.

"Yes! Secret operations, but not the director's. I found that the director has a lot of secrets, and he may even be a Hydra!"

Coulson said to Melinda seriously.

The missing words will be added tomorrow.

Thanks!