Dark Savages Come To the United States

"You go to work as a handyman for two days at my place first, and after the goods are taken away, I will send you to the holy mountain."

Bulkasso held the corpse of the killer monkey to observe how to reform it.

The guy he was talking about was Bucky who was knocked unconscious by him and put aside.

When Bucky fell to the ground after being knocked out, he made a "chirp" sound, which reminded Burkasso of the legendary wand "Battle Oars" he made for Karashim.

The weapon that makes a "snap" during battle, Bulkeso, also thinks it is very interesting, just like a butcher's knife that makes a "chirp".

Although he is an unreasonable and powerful blacksmith, he has never done such a thing as forging a body that the soul can directly use.

He also didn't intend to reforge the killer monkey's body, but chose to transform it like he did with Balza's head.

If he can forge a body that can be directly used by the soul, then why use anger to shape the body of the ancestors, and directly a group of barbarian ancestors possessed the artificial body and rushed to hell to kill all the demons.

It is almost impossible to achieve the physical strength of those ancestors.

So he needs to think about what to do with the killer monkey's body, so that the monkey's soul can get rid of the devil's contract.

"That guy is not some unknown person, he is a good partner of Captain America, and he will be taken away in a short time."

Rumlow grabbed the Balza pendant and swung it in front of his eyes.

He was a little curious about the demon's head being forged into a small pendant.

Who has seen a pendant before that can be used for conversations, and can also be used to chat to relieve boredom.

The best part is you don't talk to it, it just hangs there quietly.

"Captain America is the guy who always puts on a defensive posture? This title always feels a little familiar."

Bulkelso turned around and took out a can of beer from the table, took a sip and threw it up.

"Coulson thinks this kind of thing is considered strong alcohol? I'm still not used to this thing."

Bulkelso threw the jar straight into the stove.

Of course Coulson knew that beer was not considered spirits, but after running around, Coulson couldn't find any stores that sold spirits that were still open.

The constant fighting before made the place a little closer to be deserted.

The continuous fighting that lasted for several hours scared away those who watched the excitement. Those people were blocked by special agents who dealt with this kind of thing, and they didn't even dare to look back after signing the non-disclosure agreement.

If it wasn't for the combination of Hydra and the Hand to seal off the area, this place might have been surrounded by NYPD police early on.

"Maybe you heard it when you were chatting with Coulson. He is a diehard fan of Captain America."

Rumlow doesn't care if it's beer or not. He doesn't drink less beer, but now he prefers spirits.

"Speaking of him, he didn't use the money I gave him."

Matthew, who was sitting shirtless on a chair, wiped the blood on his body with a wet towel.

His whole body was stained red with blood from the previous battle.

So his tone was a little unhappy.

His wallet was also soaked in blood, and the money in it was useless even if it dried out. His certificates and other things seem to have to be re-applied.

"By the way, how much do our 'top' lawyers charge for their services?"

Rumlow drank beer and walked to the toy shelf, looked at the weapons on it, and asked Matthew casually.

"At least three thousand dollars an hour."

Matthew threw aside the completely red towel, and said to Rumlow with a smile. Matthew always fights for the interests of the poor, and he is not a rich man.

When it comes to income, he is still very concerned.

"Three thousand dollars an hour? Why didn't I become a lawyer then."

Rumlow picked up an ax and waved it casually, and there were waves of whistling in the air.

"After all, I'm a top lawyer who can fight. You can find other lawyers to guard the conversation for you. If you give 30,000 per hour, who would dare to take this job?"

Matthew held the mace he bought not long ago in his hand, feeling the arc caused by the battle.

"Bulkelso, what should I do if I want a better weapon?"

Matthew felt a little disgusted with the toy in his hand.

This thing doesn't feel as strong as the previous hatchet.

"Go to the secret place."

Bulkeso didn't look back.

"Ancestor Tariq said that I am not good enough to enter the next level of secret realm."

Rumlow was very interested in this topic, so he pressed on.

"Then you go to improve your strength."

"How can I improve my strength?"

Matthew asked, he also wanted to become stronger quickly.

"Go to the secret realm!"

"I'm not strong enough to enter the next layer of secret realm!"

Rumlow wanted to flip the table for a moment.

Bulkelso turned around and looked at Rumlow and Matthew like two idiots.

"It's not that barbarians can only enter the secret realm of their mentor. All ancestors can open the secret realm for you to enter, but they won't get their inheritance."

Bulkeso spoke word by word.

There seemed to be a sense of anticipation in the tone.

"What about your secret realm?"

Matthew understood and asked in cooperation.

"That's what you've earned."

Bulkeso nodded and turned back again.

It is the barbarian's usual style to not help recruits for no reason.

If you want to become stronger, fight. Nobody cares what loot you get.

In his first battle, he picked up Assef's Light of Life directly from the treasure chest at the door, and then defeated the group of damn walking corpses.

If it weren't for the one-handed hammer that could provide recovery after destroying the undead, Bulkelso at that time would not have had the confidence to survive.

There were more than a thousand walking corpses. From a distance, it looked like a cafeteria was open, densely packed.

After the battle, he picked up another broken crown.

These two lowest-level legends accompanied Bulkelso through the most difficult time.

"I've always wondered, do barbarians never act in groups?"

Rumlow asked.

When he was on the sacred mountain of Harrogath, he never heard these things from the ancestors.

"Of course they will form a team. Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Madoc Talik and Korik be called the three idiots together?"

Matthew said that when he was practicing, Reco would always tell him about the ancestors, so he knew more than Rumlow and Luke.

"I will tell Patriarch Tariq what you said when I go back."

"Go ahead, the ancestors of Tariq are famous for their good temper."

Hearing this, Bulkasso turned around again, looking at Matthew with a faint look.

"The rumors about Taliq's good temper came from Banal. Compared with Banal, even Diablo has a good temper."

Bulkelso's eyes seemed to say, "You wait to die, there is no hope."

Who among the savages is good-natured?

Damn it, how can a group of guys who use anger as their source of energy still have a good temper?

Matthew felt that he had not been with Reiko for a long time, so why did he become a fool. Even the good-natured savage can believe it.

I go! Why can't I finish the agreed amount before twelve o'clock every time!

Five chapters guaranteed tomorrow! I don't believe it anymore, I have to give up this old waist, and I must complete the agreement on time!