Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Jill, I still have things to do. During this time, I may not be able to see you often."

On the street not far from the blacksmith shop, Frank Caster was holding Jill's face with both hands and said with a serious face.

In fact, he had already prepared for leaving Jill. After seeing death, he knew that he could only stay by Bourkessel's side.

Although he was reluctant to part with his father, he nodded seriously.

Since his father said he had something to do, it was true, and he knew that his father would never lie to him.

"Go, go back there. My comrades told me that guy should be trusted."

Frank lied, Nick Fury just told him through Coulson that Bourkesso was very powerful, and he was acting like a good guy at the moment.

Even Coulson specifically reminded him not to contact Jill and Burkeseau at this time.

But out of a father's feelings, he still appeared here and met his son.

But it seems that his son is doing well at the moment, and that guy named Bourkesso is as good as Coulson said.

If it is true about strength, it would be even better.

Because he is going to avenge his family next, if his only son can be sheltered at this time, it is really good news.

Frank looked at his son walking towards Bourkesso with some reluctance in his eyes.

The emotional expression when facing family members is enough for now.

Next, he was the Avenger who started killing in a skull T-shirt.

……

"Go drink the milk on the table when you get back, and then go to rest early."

Burkeseau didn't say much, just urged Jill to hurry back to the house.

"By the way, the exercises left out today will be made up tomorrow."

Bourkessel made an addition, and Jill obeyed and did what he said.

Burkeseau sat on the bench and gave Frank a deep look.

He is still a little curious about the superhero who is the most suitable as a commander in Gu's mouth.

The smoke of gunpowder and the traces of war on Frank's body made Bourkesso nodded, especially since there was no sinful aura on Frank's body, which made him very satisfied.

A decent warrior who can kill the enemy without hesitation, this is what Bourkesso said to Frank.

Such guys appear in piles in the shelter, as for tactical command?

Bulkesso has never come into contact with these, and when faced with demons, the barbarians will only choose to rush directly.

Where did the tactics and the like come from, they still need to spend their energy thinking.

Frank and Bourkessel looked at each other, then turned and left alone.

What he knew about Bourkesso was only the information given by his old comrades in arms, but just looking at each other just now gave him an incomparable feeling.

So he believed in his old comrade-in-arms.

Although that guy is a jerk!

……

"Director, Frank still went to contact Bourkesso."

Coulson stood in front of Nick Fury and said this.

He knew why his superiors let him contact Frank specifically, but he just wanted to use him to send a kind message to that guy.

After completing the task of his superiors well, he naturally wanted to come to the office to report.

As for Bourkessel's investigation, he has handed over all the footage to Agent Hill, and he will watch it himself when Nick Fury needs it.

"I asked you to investigate the matter about the actions of the insiders, is there any result?"

Nick Fury stared at Coulson with eyes like a wolf looking at his prey.

"When did you ask me to do this?"

Coulson responded with the usual smile on his face.

"You go to work first."

Nick lowered his head and began to organize the documents in front of him.

As for Coulson's next task, he just said it.

He knew that Coulson would understand, although sometimes he wondered if he was being too careful.

But that doesn't change the way he behaves.

Words always carry some dispensable news, and then let the subordinates figure it out for themselves, and then act.

Although this approach has always caused some inconvenience, it has also made his arrangement never seen through.

Anyway, everything is as usual, and sometimes he doesn't know who he is guarding against.

But be careful.

……

Rumlow is falling asleep on his sofa. Although it doesn't feel very good to fall asleep on the sofa, he is almost used to it.

Although there is a bed in the bedroom, who would a serious agent sleep in a bed!

The bed is the first target of the enemy's attack.

Rumlow, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly heard a slight noise from outside the house.

It's not like the movement of human walking. After all, the footsteps sounded like a young child learning to walk putting on leather shoes.

Rumlow tried not to make a sound and sat up straight, holding the pistol in his right hand.

And on his left hand, he was holding that magical finger tiger.

"Dong, dong, dong~"

There was a series of rhythmic knocks on the door, but the knocking position was not in the range of a normal person's height, but came from the lower half of the door.

Rumlow knew in his heart that the person who knocked on the door at this time was probably a member of the Roaring Commando, who later became the killer of the killer monkey.

But this is not a reason for him to let his guard down. There is a small card on the table with a series of numbers that he does not understand.

That's exactly what Dammam Duggan gave him, and let him give it directly to Killer Monkey.

Rumlow has written down this series of numbers~www.NovelMTL.com~ and is going to ask Dugan what these numbers mean afterwards.

But right now, he needs to open the door first.

Rumlow stood up, still holding the gun, and walked to the door, carefully avoiding the front of the door.

He quickly twisted the handle and opened the door.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of a monkey's voice coming from outside the door, but Rumlow had never seen the killer monkey.

For humans, the appearance of monkeys cannot be distinguished by unfamiliar people, although there is only one monkey in the world that can act like a human.

Rumlow turned on the light in the living room violently, and then pointed a gun at the monkey's head in a flash.

However, what Rumlow saw was two black muzzles aimed at him as expected.

A monkey wearing a black suit and sunglasses walked into the apartment where he lived.

"Killer monkey?"

The monkey nodded, but he didn't put down the gun in his hand.

After Rumlow confirmed the identity of the other party again, he pointed at his table with a finger.

"What Damm played for you is on the table."

Then he saw the monkey pointed a muzzle in that direction, and then pointed at his head.

Rumlow felt the corners of his mouth twitching a little. He understood what the monkey meant and asked him to fetch it.

But he didn't want to do it, because it not only meant that he was distracted and let the gun pointed at the other person's head lose the chance, but also meant that a human succumbed to a monkey, even if the monkey was very unusual.

Now it's a confrontation, and he doesn't want to bow his head to a monkey.

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