Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Bulkasso!"

Rumlow knocked on the door with the still-bound Winter Soldier.

Although the Winter Soldier recovered most of his injuries with the support of the Rumlow bottle, he did not intend to resist.

Still reminiscing about his past, he has no intention of trying to regain his freedom.

When he got outside the blacksmith shop, Rumlow didn't see the garbage that Coulson said needed to be cleaned up.

Even the special agent team who stayed across the road on weekdays didn't see it.

With a creak, the door opened, and Rumlow walked in without any fuss.

The door was opened by lawyer Matthew Murdoch.

"Ah, Rumlow, if you also need legal aid, I can give you a discount."

Matthew turned his face towards Bucky, who was being carried in Rumlow's hand, hesitating a little.

Although he couldn't see it, his keen sense of hearing allowed him to clearly sense the person being carried.

"Are you here? That's fine too. Maybe Bulkelso won't be needed."

Rumlow raised his eyebrows and said:

"Didn't you say you want me to clean up? Why didn't you see the garbage?"

"Those corpses were taken away by a team of agents. They saw that the smithy was closed, and they cleaned up those guys like thieves."

Matthew answered casually.

Recently, apart from his original keen senses, he can occasionally clearly perceive things like breath.

It may not be long before he doesn't need to go through a detailed investigation of things like distinguishing good from evil.

"Then you should have met Coulson."

Rumlow threw Bucky to the floor and sat on the chair.

"You mean an agent who's been attacked? I've seen it."

Matthew also sat on the chair and chatted with Rumlow.

"By the way, what is Bulkelso up to?"

Rumlow looked at the stove that had just been fueled and asked.

"In the bathroom, he said he was going to put Balza's head in the toilet, and you know, he kept his word."

Matthew opened his hand and made a helpless gesture.

"It seems interesting, but I'm here with something to do."

Rumlow casually pointed to Bucky Barnes who was still on the ground in a daze.

"Is it related to those guys outside? Do you need my help?"

Matthew's face turned to the direction of the gate, and he heard about a dozen people approaching.

Sounds like a tactical move.

"Please tell Bulkelso, this guy will stay here for a while, and I will take him away soon."

Rumlow picked up the hatchet and was about to go out.

The positioning device on Bucky Barnes had long been shattered by the hammer of the ancestors cast by Rumlow, and Hydra had to use the most basic human search if it wanted to find the Winter Soldier.

Rumlow had a hard time getting Hydra agents to see him and Bucky.

The message should have been passed to Pierce by now.

"By the way, if you can, those guys who want to take away the Winter Soldier, I will trouble you to solve it. I don't want Bulkelso to rush to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow walked towards the door behind the door, and waved the ax in his hand with his back to Matthew.

"Success, but this is a private commission, and I will charge for it."

Matthew walked to the weapon rack in the blacksmith shop, pulled out a mace and swung it twice.

Then he took out a few chapters of green Franklin from the wallet and put them on the weapon rack.

It is a matter of course that you need to pay for things.

Rumlow walked out of the room with a hand axe, buried his head down, and rushed out in the direction where the Hydra agents were hiding.

The upper body leaned forward into an obtuse angle, as if the person who had flashed to the waist could only maintain this posture and charged forward.

Rumlow didn't flash to the waist, so he didn't have to take small steps to move carefully so as not to cause further pain.

You must know that people who flash to the waist will feel their legs trembling every time they take a step.

Rumlow, who launched a charge, was like a bull raising its sharp horns, and his feet stepped on the ground, leaving shallow footprints all the way.

Although he hasn't fully mastered the charge, Rumlow has figured out some ways.

The face of the ax clinked against his face.

Hydra's agents are not as stinky as the police's marksmanship. Basically, the guns are aimed at Rumlow's head. It will never happen that the hit rate is less than 18% after firing a round of bullets.

In the blink of an eye, Rumlow had already rushed to the team of Hydra agents, and with a seemingly casual wave, he directly sent three Hydra agents away.

The Hydras shot at him directly, suggesting that Rumlow's identity as a Hydra traitor had been established.

But Rumlow couldn't understand why Pierce wouldn't even try to contact him.

"I'll leave the matter of Rumlow to you."

Bulkeso walked out of the bathroom with the end of the pendant in his hand.

He just glanced at Bucky who was on the ground in a daze.

After all, the conversation between Rumlow and Matthew took place inside the room, so Bulkelso couldn't hear the movement.

When Rumlow appeared not far away, he had already felt the weak Nephalem blood.

Now that Rumlow and Matthew have agreed, that's it.

Bulkelso intends to see how much Rumlow can do, and by the way, see with his own eyes what level of power Matthew has now.

Just listening to the stories of those ancestors, he can only know the approximate extent.

After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the difference in power between flies and mosquitoes just by telling others.

Although they are all in the range that can be killed with a single slap.

Burkasso conveniently stuffed the banknotes from the weapons rack into the plastic bag on the other side, and then walked towards the stove.

If you start forging now, the reference book will probably be forged by the time Rumlow is done with the work at hand.

Although the Balza pendant was very greedy for the evil souls outside, it didn't dare to do it after it had just been taught a lesson.

As for the mace in Matthew's hand, Bulkelso didn't say anything.

It was just a toy, and Matthew paid for it too. Anyway, Bull Casso didn't know what price to order, so that's it.

Rumlow dodged the hysterical fist swing of the last Hydra agent with a short body, and the ax blade in his hand was like a sharp knife, and went directly into the agent's side ribs with his backhand.

It's just that the thick ax blade broke the agent's ribs and shattered his heart.

It's not much different from stabbing with a knife.

It's all dead anyway.

Under the protection of the ancestors' wristbands, Rumlow can easily ignore the damage of ordinary people, but the barbarians rarely have players who directly resist attacks that they can obviously avoid.

After all, the strong in this group are all combat masters, and being hit by the weak basically means that their martial arts are too poor.

It is instinct to avoid the attack in melee combat, but this instinct will be replaced by another instinct when seeing the red light.

Now Rumlow is going to find Coulson. It probably won't be long before someone from Hydra cleans up the trash.

Coulson is now holding a dagger in the safe room and trying to remove the bullet left in his leg. From the fine layer of sweat on his "extremely smart" forehead, he knows that this is not easy at all.

The next ten chapters will be updated around noon, I have to rest, my back hurts.

Just now I saw a reader leave a direct message saying that he can't stand the protagonist, the Holy Mother, and see when I will collapse...

So now I have deleted the post four times.

This message is too malicious, angry.

Is the protagonist the Madonna?

The Holy Mother is so pitiful to this man, I am going to help him.

The Holy Mother is so pitiful for this man, please go and help him.

Does the main character behave like this?

If the protagonist is the Virgin, then what is not the Virgin?

Isn't the protagonist who cuts anyone at sight and kills upon arrest isn't the Virgin Mary?

Killing until there is no active existence in front of him is the protagonist who is not the Virgin at all?

I think the protagonist should show kindness with a bottom line and kindness with the principle of harmlessness as much as possible.

Give strength to those who are powerless to uphold justice, death to those who are hopeless, and opportunities to those who waver.

It's just that there is a wide range within the reach of Bulcasso, and there is nothing beyond his reach so far.

Angry for injustice and restrained for kindness, isn't this a person with normal three views?

Nephalem are not angels, nor demons, they are men, and only men.

So there were never any nephalem gods, they were just powerful people.

Isn’t the end of Godhood that everything is a humble dog, neither increasing nor decreasing?

Even the death and eternity in Marvel are all products of personification.

oaa, the transcendent is more directly the personality.

Why would anyone want the main character to be a lunatic?

A hero can be selfish, but there is no such thing as a selfish hero, right?

Bull Casso is a hero!

Even the protagonist of a dark style story will not kill without purpose, right?