Dark Savages Come To the United States

A few days later, it happened to be a weekend. At this time, Bourkesso was beating and beating against an iron block.

In order to have some fun these few days, he specially commissioned a mage in the Sanctuary of New York to help him find a design drawing of a car.

Well, a design drawing of a powerful pickup truck.

He intends to build one by hand, after all, it seems that the composition of the car is only for precision and strength, and these two points are not a problem for Bourkeseau.

As for power, Bourkesso has countless gems that can act as a power source.

The power in these gems is only used as an engine, and it will not cause any loss at all.

Jill rested today and stood not far away while brandishing an axe while watching the forging of Bourkesso.

Boys inevitably like machinery, and Jill is very interested in Bourkesso's plans to build a car.

It's just that he wanted to know how to make the windows and tires after he knew Bourkesso's plan.

No matter how these two objects look, they don't look like they can be made of metal.

"Hello, Mr. Burkeseau!"

Coulson's figure appeared at the door of the blacksmith shop. He glanced at Jill who was wielding an axe. He was somewhat surprised.

"Colson? You sit down first, I'll be done in no time."

Burkas looked up, then continued to beat the metal.

For Coulson, he has a good impression. Perhaps with the foil of Melinda May, Coulson can be regarded as a friend in Burkeseau's eyes.

After all, Coulson is probably the most communicative person in S.H.I.E.L.D., and he behaves appropriately and knows how to advance and retreat.

The last time Bourkessel met, he was very happy to chat, so Bourkessel had no reason to turn him away.

Of course, Coulson came this time with a purpose. Although the last conversation with Bourkesso could not be said to be fruitless, they still had no way of confirming some key things.

After all, it is like Diablo in Bourcasso's story, the kind of power that can be described as devastating, and S.H.I.E.L.D. needs more confirmation.

Coulson didn't need to observe the blacksmith shop carefully, the structure of the shop was already on his desk.

Of course, there will be no omissions where the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have already been.

If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't pull down that metal wall in the basement without causing damage, they wouldn't have taken anything with them.

After all, those equipment are not toys that have nothing special except sharpness, they are guys that can really improve the physical fitness of human beings.

Although they thought they had left no traces, for Bourkesso, all this was already known clearly.

Coulson looked at Jill, who was wielding an axe, with interest. He was still a little curious about Frank's son.

"Hello, child. What's your name?"

Coulson knew that the child was called Jill, but he knew that at least this time was not the right time to show it.

Bourcasso didn't have any strict requirements on Jill, he just let him swing the axe for a fixed time every day at will, as for when he finished it, he was free to do so.

Jill stopped swinging, put the axe on the weapon rack specially made for him, ran to the table and chose a place where he could see the forging process of Bulkas and sat down.

"Frank Custer Gill, my name."

Jill stared intently at Bourkesso, but responded to Coulson with a voice.

"My name is Phil Coles, nice to meet you."

Coulson's kind tone can prevent anyone from disgusting him for the first time. Perhaps this is also a gift.

Of course, Jill did not respond to Coulson's greetings with "how happy", he is a well-behaved and sensible child.

He jumped off the stool, walked to Coulson and stretched out his right hand.

"Mr. Coulson, it's a pleasure to meet you too."

Coulson shook hands with Jill amusingly. It was a formal acquaintance.

"Do you know what Mr. Burkeseau is forging?"

Seeing that Jill was very concerned about forging, Coles deliberately brought up the topic.

"A car, Uncle Bourkeso is forging a car!"

Jill didn't think it was a secret, and of course Burkeseau didn't think that forging was a secret.

After all, as long as you are not blind, you can recognize what the finished product is after seeing the result of forging.

"Is it a car model?"

Coulson asked in surprise.

"It's a car, a pickup truck!"

Jill's small face was full of seriousness as she spoke to Coulson, as if she was a little dissatisfied with Coulson's questioning.

During the time he lived with Bourkesso, Jill's character gradually became closer to the barbarian, straightforward and simple.

Although Jill has not become rude, it seems to be a doomed thing.

Coulson was a little surprised by Burkeseau's plan.

"Then have you bought the engine and other components?"

This is not Coulson's cliché, he is really curious.

"Uncle will make it, that's not a problem."

Although Gill is not sure what Bourkesso plans to do with the engine, this does not prevent him from having full confidence in Bourkesoe.

Bourkesso's side finally completed the staged forging. UU read www.uukanshu.com and threw the metal plate that looked like the hood into the pool that had been enlarged once.

Then he went to the table and sat down.

"Colson, what's going on today?"

Bourkessel is upright and rude, but he is not stupid. He knows what Coulson's intentions are.

"I want to ask you about Mount Harrogath, that we still have some doubts about this mountain that suddenly appeared in our world."

Coulson's purpose here is to get specific information about Mount Harrogath from Bulkesso.

Nick Fury has made up his mind to go there to investigate again, and he is also ready to catch the enemy who is likely to appear in the team.

"Are you going to have a drink then?"

Saying that, Bourkesso took out two bottles of water of life and put them on the table.

"Thank you for not being sensitive."

Coulson saw what was on the table and quickly shook his hand.

It's a pity that Bourkesso can't make combustible oolong tea, otherwise, Coulson might drink it.

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"So you're going to that mountain soon?"

Damm played Duggan and still smoked his cigar, as if his cigars were inexhaustible.

"Are you really going to let me 'get' vibranium from that?"

Rumlow sat on the stool, his eyes hesitant.

"Of course, now that it has reached this level, why should you give up?"

Duggan didn't give Rumlow a chance to speak, so he took out a piece of vibranium from his pocket and threw it.

Rumlow put away the vibranium silently. Now he has to think about how to avoid the sight of others and "get" this vibranium from the holy mountain of Harrogath.

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