Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Uncle..."

Festa looked at Bourkessel's actions and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he only said two words.

Maybe he's used to it now.

……

"Sir, that guy seems to have just killed someone!"

A guy in a black suit spoke to another person in the car with some trepidation.

Here is Coulson and his subordinates who were sent by Nick Fury on a mission.

The two people who had just arrived at the scene saw Bourkesso stomping on a guy's head without changing his face, so they were a little nervous now.

"I saw it."

Coulson's face was a little ugly. After all, according to the information Nick Fury gave him, this savage was not the kind of pervert who would kill at will.

"Go and find out what the purple guy is."

Coulson gave orders to his subordinates, then packed up his clothes and got out of the car.

S.H.I.E.L.D.’s news has definitely been checked repeatedly, especially in terms of data, and there are few unexpected situations.

If what the documentation says is correct, then there is definitely something wrong with that purple guy.

"Should we call for support first, but he stomped on someone's head with one foot. And that woman was knocked out by him!"

The subordinate was a little impatient. He had just been transferred from the NYPD department to S.H.I.E.L.D., and the sense of justice in his heart made him extremely vigilant about Bourkesso.

"I'll go in in a while, just listen to the news in your earphones."

Coulson looked back at his subordinate with deep and calm eyes.

"Di Di~"

At this time, a school bus drove past the agents and headed for the blacksmith's shop in Bourkessel.

Coulson stopped his subordinates from trying to stop the school bus and just watched.

He already knew some things about Jill from the data, and even had contact with the Punisher two days ago, and stopped Frank from going to this blacksmith shop immediately.

He knew that Jill was in the last year of elementary school, and the arrival of the school bus was not a surprise.

"Uncle, I'm leaving!"

Jill drank all the milk in the bowl in one go, but the bacon was still left on the plate.

He just saw the tragic case of a person being shot in the head. Even if he is somewhat used to this kind of thing, it is a bit difficult for a child to eat meat without changing his face.

"Go, remember..."

"Remember to bring your ring and never take it off!"

Jill said what he was going to say before Bourkesso finished speaking, and left the blacksmith shop with a small bag on his back.

Of course, he didn't forget to jump over the messy ground left by the purple man, and then happily boarded the school bus.

Bourcasso watched the school bus drive away, stuffed the rest of the food in the plate into his mouth, and began to clean up the residue on the ground.

"It's better to cover it with the ashes first."

Bourkessel was going to close the door of the blacksmith's shop and start cleaning again.

Although this place usually doesn't have many guests, let's try to avoid trouble.

"Sir, you seem to need help?"

Coulson's high hairline caught Bourkesall's eyes, and he walked into Bourkessel's blacksmith shop with a smile on his face.

"Barbarian's Hammer? The name of the shop is not a good one."

Coulson nodded slightly, saying hello to Bourkesso.

"What kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. is it?"

Burkeseau looked at Coulson as if he didn't see the blood on the ground, walked in directly from above, and left a series of footprints on the ground, frowning slightly.

It's not that he has a bad impression of Coulson, but that he seems to have to carry out a wider range of cleaning.

The aura on Coulson's body was very similar to that of Melinda May who came before, but there was not much annoying aura on her body.

This at least shows that this guy is much more upright than the agents he has seen before.

"I need a cleaner."

Coulson looked at Bourkessel and focused his attention on his feet, and instantly understood Bourkessel's meaning.

"No problem, sir. I haven't introduced myself, I'm Coulson, Phil Coulson.

I wonder if my colleague introduced us to you? Our full name is the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is just an abbreviation. "

Coulson stretched out his right hand towards Burkeseau.

Bourkessel looked at Coulson, as if to avoid the situation of meeting the purple man who didn't know his life or death from happening again.

Then he also stretched out his right hand, and the two hands simply shook and then separated.

"Can I sit down?"

Coulson pointed to the uncleaned dining table, and glanced at Kilgrave, whose whole body was stuffed into the stove.

"Can."

Bourkessel didn't care about Coulson's casual scrutiny, and in his opinion, there was nothing that could not be seen here.

For him, it's not worth mentioning a villain at will, and he doesn't even know the name of the hapless one.

Bourkessel and Coulson sat at the table~www.NovelMTL.com~ Bourkessel was the first to speak.

"Then, what's the matter with you?"

Bourkessel's attitude towards Coulson is not very good, after all, he has no affection for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Especially the self-righteous Melinda who came last time, made his impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. worse.

After all, he already knew that Rumlow's previous performance on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath was mostly passed on to this organization through technology, and those guys didn't seem to see his power one by one.

Neither the blameless of kindness and justice, nor the awe of him and the holy mountain of Harrogath.

To be able to sit at the table and talk to this Coulson is already a kind of magnanimity for him to belong to the king of barbarians.

Of course, this is what he thinks.

After all, barbarians never talk about useless style, and the status of barbarian kings is nothing compared to the glory of defeating the Great Demon God.

Just as the Skeleton King was never strong because of his country, the Barbarian King was not strong because he was king, but because he was strong.

For the barbarians, the king is the strongest who can take on everything.

So all the barbarian kings are more like a warrior than a serious "king".

Um... Except for the guy in Vorusk who likes beautiful women.

"I want to learn more about the barbarians and why that mountain came to this world from you."

Coulson looked serious.

However, the straightforward approach allowed Bourkesso to slightly change his view of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"If the guy who came last was more direct, you wouldn't have to ask again."