Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Are you satisfied now? Rumlow?"

Nick Fury slumped on the chair and looked at Rumlow who returned to the office after cleaning in S.H.I.E.L.D. and said feebly.

"You don't want to tell ordinary people the truth, but I want to do it."

As Rumlow spoke, he slashed the hand axe on Nick Fury's desk and sat directly on the desk.

He lowered his body and stared at Nick Fury and said in a somewhat cold tone.

Steve held the deformed shield in his hand and stood aside and seemed to want to do something, but just said nothing.

He already knew what the previous conflict was for.

Captain America has never been afraid of sacrifice, but the premise is that the person who sacrifices is himself.

So he didn't identify with Nick Fury after he knew the truth.

Even if he wanted to persuade Rumlow, he didn't know what to say.

"The people from the Security Council and the military are coming, you know what to say? As for the guys in the branch, I won't do it myself. You understand my insistence."

Rumlow looked at Nick Fury with a threat in his eyes.

Nick Fury was holding a pager in his hand and seemed to want to enter something. Seeing his hesitation, Rumlow smiled disdainfully.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. still has its value, but it has to be controlled."

"You have already cleaned it up with your own hands, do you have any other requirements?" Nick Fury replied coldly.

The severe pain in his body was still there.

Because of the arrival of Burkesso, many of Nick Fury's orders have not been implemented.

Like getting Barbara to contact Coulson.

All the agents were left in S.H.I.E.L.D. and were just liquidated by Rumlow.

Now all branches of SHIELD are controlled by the Security Council and the military, waiting for follow-up investigations.

As for Hill and Dugan, they are now being examined by the medical department, and their injuries are not minor at all.

"After that, I won't be here as an agent anymore, I'm going to be a blacksmith apprentice."

Rumlow took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from Nick Fury's desk, which Pierce had put in.

He took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, then said to Nick Fury:

"The captain must have the authority to supervise. I still think he is the best shield holder in the world."

Rumlow wanted to light a cigarette, but he couldn't find a lighter.

He didn't smoke before, but now he wants to smoke one.

He wanted to experience Dugan, a hard-line veteran, why he stubbornly lit a cigar without even uttering a single scream under that injury.

Does tobacco really have any miraculous effects?

Although Dugan has compromised with Nick Fury, the veteran is still worthy of respect.

"Rumlow, I will still testify for you before the judge and vouch for you."

Steve finally made up his mind, he walked over and took off the cigarette from Rumlow's mouth, speaking seriously.

"Special operations team leader Rumlow has been killed under the wise leadership of Chief Nick Fury. The Hydra and the agents up and down the SHIELD headquarters fought fiercely, and in the end, justice triumphed over evil. Such a script does not okay?"

Rumlow patted the director's desk, somewhat free and easy.

"If you really die, that's fine."

Nick Fury said coldly.

"My road to redemption is about to end. After the reorganization of S.H.I.E.L.D., please let me know, and I will wait for your news at the blacksmith shop."

"By the way, don't forget to let the living agents sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Rumlow patted Steve on the shoulder and said in a relaxed and sarcastic tone.

"You don't look like the roar you were roaring before."

Steve had a smile on his face, as if he was relieved?

"You're exactly the same as what's in the brochure."

Rumlow pulled his mouth, then pulled out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, broke off the mouth of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"That Bucky, when will you take it?"

Rumlow said and handed the bottle to Steve.

"Also, don't forget to go to the smithy to clean up and settle the wages of my 'death in the line'. I still owe a lawyer's service fee."

"I always thought the blacksmith shop was a weapons research institute."

Steve took the remaining half bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"Didn't I say it? It's just a simple blacksmith shop."

Rumlow jumped off the table, reaching for his battle axe.

With a rattling sound, only the handle of the axe was in Rumlow's hand, and this new recruit's battle axe finally came to an end.

This is the first time in the history of barbarians.

Finally, a novice battle axe that has exhausted its durability has appeared, which is worth celebrating.

"Well, it looks like you still have to pay me a compensation for buying weapons."

Rumlow said to Nick Fury, whose face became increasingly ugly.

The fragments of the axe fell on Nick Fury's head.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has limited funds."

Nick Fury replied.

"You will have enough money to build two safe houses and a secret base."

Rumlow threw the axe handle on the table and waved goodbye to Steve.

"Just think it's you who took the cost of my crystal bottle, you black-hearted bastard!"

Rumlow said this and left the office.

Captain America Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you repair my shield?"

Steve put the sunken shield on the table.

The place where he was hit was sunken, making it impossible for him to hold the shield with one arm in the previous way.

Previously, the shield was removed by cutting off the belt on the arm.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has insufficient funds."

"Then you need to build two less safe houses and secret bases."

Steve responded.

He also doesn't like Nick Fury's way of doing things.

Rumlow was already standing at the elevator door.

When he got into the elevator, he always felt uncomfortable~www.NovelMTL.com~ding dong~"

The figure of Melinda May appeared in front of Rumlow.

"The file room."

The elevator started to move with the voice instructions.

"This time there will probably be no inexplicable people appearing."

Rumlow whispered.

A quiet time followed.

Just as the elevator was about to block the floor of the archives, Melinda spoke.

"I just want to tell you that this is a personal grudge!"

Melinda put on her finger tiger and smashed it hard at Rumlow's abdomen.

Before she could confirm, the elevator door arrived at the archives room.

"Congratulations on surviving and completing the 'redemption' you want, Rumlow."

Melinda withdrew her hand, took off the finger tiger and threw it to Rumlow.

"Thank you, I don't think a special agent suits your personality. You can also consider resigning."

Rumlow caught the finger tiger and threw it back.

"I will consider."

The elevator door slowly closed.

Rumlow leaned on the armrest behind him and whistled.

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