Dark Savages Come To the United States

After throwing those two guys on the holy mountain of Harrogath, Bourkesso spent a few more leisurely days.

With Gu Yi's help, Jill finally started to live the school life of a normal child.

Although after returning home, he would swing the axe for a period of time every day according to Bourkeseau'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 in Bourkesso's eyes.

……

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

Rumlow's body has basically recovered, and now he has found an opportunity to invite his old instructor Damm to play Dugan, and told Dugan about it in the private room of a tavern that is not open. Some trivial news about Hydra.

Of course, he hadn't revealed all these things, because he knew very well that if Dugan knew all this, he was afraid that the next moment he would rush into Pierce's office with his beloved pistol.

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

"You kid didn't lie to me?"

Damm Duggan looked suspiciously, looking at Rumlow, whose face was still pale in front of him.

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

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

If it wasn't for Rumlow's eloquent statement that there were important matters that needed to be discussed with him individually, he would have hung up the phone amidst the scolding.

Let alone bring Rumlow to this safe house that only belongs to him.

It's just that after hearing what Rumlow said, he regrets it even more.

"You said you were a Hydra now?"

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

As a veteran, Dugan doesn't like to think about conspiracies.

He was never good at solving problems, he was only good at solving people who created them.

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

"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 hearing what he said. He thought that after he said he was a Hydra, he would be caught by the big gun that could appear in the museum as a memorial. No. Revolver pointed to the head.

"Now the influence of Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. is far beyond your imagination. Even Nick Fury can't trust me."

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

"Then you can trust me?"

Dugan put his hand back on the table and took a sip of the vodka from the glass.

His demeanor remained calm.

"Only the Roaring Commandos can be trusted, and even if Nick Fury has taken the position of director, I'm still skeptical."

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

As soon as Rumlow's voice fell, the movement of the glass falling on the table sounded.

Alexander Pierce was approved by these old guys before he took the position of director. Among these old guys, he included Dumbo Dugan.

"You know what you're talking about!"

Dugan's face that had just softened turned hideous in an instant.

If Pierce is also a Hydra, it means that these old guys have completely handed over everything to the enemy they have been facing.

"Now, I have an idea to bypass Nick Fury and conduct an internal investigation of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Rumlow didn't change his face, he picked up the pure water in front of him, his body was not suitable for consuming alcohol.

"Also, if Pierce is a Hydra, then Nick Fury, the guy he pushed into the position of director, is really untrustworthy."

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

"But if what you say is true, then isn't your confidant of Pierce even more untrustworthy!"

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

For him, only the dead Hydra can be at ease, 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 with one shot right now. As long as you can find a way to contact your old comrades in arms, you can start an investigation and purge of S.H.I.E.L.D."

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

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

"So, your life was saved."

Even though Dugan doesn't like thinking about conspiracies, he can at least think of Rumlow's current situation.

Now that the news has been said, Rumlow has no chance to look back.

Back then, the Red Skull never gave his subordinates a chance to make up for his faults, as Hydra has always been.

Dugan took two cigars from a drawer on the counter and threw one to Rumlow.

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

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

Maddock'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 after these two idiots went to the top of the holy mountain and started training. It took these two guys several days to climb to the top of the mountain, and they almost starved to death on the holy mountain.

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

The physical strength that is not much worse than that of an ordinary barbarian, and the immature combat skills made him suspect that this guy would be torn to shreds by demons in the blink of an eye.

"Just a guy like you, how did Bourkesso think that he would 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 think about resisting. He did so on the first day he started training.

Because Maddock's training was neither demoralizing nor free at all.

In the end, he moaned in pain in front of a blind man all night~www.NovelMTL.com~ The bruises all over his body made him understand how weak he was.

Right now, he can only mechanically wave the war blade in his hand, slashing in the direction where the cold wind is blowing.

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 rare 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 virtue of his outstanding fighting ability, and now he is simply mad with anger.

Luke is of course not clumsy, even among ordinary people, this guy is a little bit smarter.

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

On the contrary, Matthew, who has not received much attention, has only been favored by a female barbarian ancestor. The barbarian who did not even have a name is teaching Matthew, and the progress is not bad.

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

So, the iron rod in his hand landed on Luke again, which was exchanged for a muffled snort from Luke.

"We are savages, not asses! Can you show the difference between you and the **** and make me feel like you're a human being!"

On the holy mountain of Harrogath, where there was always nothing but the wind, with Maddock's roar, he finally became angry.

Although this kind of anger made Maddock very angry.