"Rumlow, do you know why Bulcasso is angry?"
Tarik walked slowly in front, followed by a somewhat troubled Rumlow.
Tarik had a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now is to find Mokot.
The ancestor who was always taciturn did not like lively occasions unless the people around him were his trusted comrades.
"I do not quite understand."
Rumlow's voice was obviously a little irritated, and Bulcasso's attitude towards him made him feel that he was not very popular.
"Because you represent not only me, but also Mocott.
Mocott was originally the barbarian who had the most hope of becoming the next general, but unfortunately he was not only older than Qualkirk, but he also died earlier than Qualkirk."
Tarik said somewhat hollowly.
Mocott, a taciturn savage.
Andacourgas was the first person to take a fancy to Burqasso, who had yet to show his qualifications as a strong player, and Mocott was the second.
"Mocott may be more important to Burqasso than Warusk."
Talik walked silently, not caring at all that he mentioned Warusk, a name that should have been downplayed.
If you want to give an example, only this guy Volusk can be more clear.
"No mercy?"
Rumlow asked, with a bit of hope in his expression.
The recognition of a legend means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.
Then give birth to new strong ones.
Talking about the legend of "No Mercy", Tarik stopped:
"You can't be without mercy. In this world, no one can be without mercy except Bulkeso.
Because of compassion, there is no mercy.
Although it may seem contradictory to say this, these are Mocott's exact words."
Rumlow looked past Tarik in front of him and looked at Mocott who was sitting quietly among the trees.
Perhaps compared to hearing it from Talik's mouth, Mocott himself is more convincing.
"Did I say that at the time?"
Mocott raised his head and looked at Tarik, his face a little confused.
Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too long a memory, and Mocott himself couldn't remember the specific things.
"Of course, that's what you said."
Tarik smiled at Mocott, and then pushed Rumlow in front of Mocott.
"This is the person we selected together at that time. You can't leave them all to me to teach you, right?"
Tarik twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.
Now Mokot as a soul cannot be more powerful than Talik as one of the three ancestors.
That is limited to him who is dead.
When he was alive, Tarik received education from Mocott for a long period of time.
This education continued until Mokot returned to the Holy Mountain as an ancestral spirit.
"I just think it's a bit of a waste for a potential warrior to be directly hacked to death by Bulqessor."
Mocott raised his eyes and looked directly at Tarik.
This direct gaze full of oppression lasted until Tarik put away the unnecessary expression on his face.
"A dead person should not consume the few other emotions besides anger. Tarik, you have done too many things recently."
Mocott closed his eyes with satisfaction, reached out and wiped the snow on the ground, and then took out a bottle of the special liquor left by his ancestors from Bulqueso.
Then he threw it directly to Rumlow.
When a soul drinks, nothing is left but a burning sensation.
The wine brewed by Bulqueso and given to the ancestors contains his blood and part of his emotions.
This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their state, or should I say! humanity, for a longer period of time when they are souls!
Mocott obviously knew why Tarik appeared in front of him with Rumlow.
The barbarians' trust in the Immortal King is not because of the damn noble throne, but because every Immortal King is someone they trust. This is what makes the title of Immortal King different.
color.
Over the years, my relatives may not understand what Bulqueso means to them.
"Drink it, Rumlow, I hope you can have the opportunity to feel the soul of Bulcasso."
Mocott rarely spoke without interruption.
But on the closed eyes, the eyelids were trembling.
Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, the dark red wine exuding a faint light.
It's nothing like the ones Rumlow got before.
"What an irresponsible statement. Is this a test?"
Rumlow smiled, then glanced at the token of shame hanging on Tarik's waist.
The emotions are a bit complicated.
When the Token of Shame was used as a sacrifice to help Vader rush into the Dark Soul Stone, for a moment, Rumlow was freed from the influence of this legend.
Even when Talik began to gather his legend again, he became controlled again.
But memory doesn't lie.
For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.
Besides, Rumlow didn't think Tarik knew anything about it, and so far, Tarik hadn't told him about it.
"Just an opportunity. A chance to live your dream."
Talik said with his arms crossed.
He looked at Rumlow with a look of hope in his eyes.
Perhaps, Rumlow can get what they have always wanted for him.
The redeemed are never easy to be.
Compared with the Ring of Nagel that Matthew got, the Resonating Skull that Rumlow got is a bit far behind.
But the answer that really got Bulcaisel's approval was Rumlow's.
Otherwise, Bulcasso wouldn't have emphasized the importance of asking Tarik to teach him. Compared to Matthew, Bulcaisel's words to Rumlow were more meaningful.
Knowing your own weakness is only the first step, changing the current situation of weakness is the most urgent need.
Qualkirk has always done this.
Mountain splitting axe?
This only means who is most similar to Qualkek, not who can surpass Qualkey.
Rumlow raised his head and poured the drink into his mouth.
A stifling pungency and rising compassion in his heart caused Rumlow to lose consciousness for a moment.
Mocott closed his eyes and nodded.
He felt the compassion coming from Bulkeso's soul, and it was obvious that his approach was correct.
"Are you ready?"
Tarik asked while mouthing to Moct.
Even with his eyes closed, Mocott nodded as if he heard it.
Tarik took out the Resonating Skull and stuck this legendary helmet firmly on Rumlow's head!
This legendary power can give the battle cry a charming effect, so that the enemies affected by the battle can become your support.
But in the final analysis, that's just part of the resonance.
The reason why the unlucky Lessard was eaten by the demon he summoned was because the demon wanted to share his pain with Lessard!
Demons are not inherently evil, many of them are souls controlled by the power of the Burning Hell.
If anything, it's probably somewhat similar to the Cybermen that appeared before.
All emotions are suppressed, but not non-existent.
This piece of equipment will allow Rumlow to better feel Bulcasso's compassion!
From Rumlow's perspective, the figure of Bulcasso appeared.
In front of Bulcasso stood a burning house on the desolate ground.
There was a woman standing inside, half of her body had turned into an insect, and she was constantly fighting with herself.
Two bodies were lying on the ground.
It looks like one is a child and the other is a male.
Judging from Rumlow's professionalism, it was obvious that the man had no idea that he would be attacked.
Death comes suddenly and simply.
But the child's body was in pieces, and some flesh and blood was still hanging on the woman's mouth, which had turned into a disgusting mouthpart.
"You can leave a last wish."
Bulcaisel spoke in a gentle tone that Rumlow had never seen before.
"Kill! Me! Please kill me!!! Kill! Everyone!"
The woman's initial prayer turned into a roar, no different from the demons she had seen on the battlefield before.
She waved her arms, which were no longer under her control, and rushed towards Bulcasso.
Then the sharp mouthparts bit heavily on Bulcasso's shoulder.
Bulcaisel didn't make any move, letting the bug that the woman turned into bite him on his shoulder.
"You can also say another wish."
Bulqueso said this.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman who had almost completely turned into an insect.
The anger turned into a tangible flame, burning the insect bit by bit.
The growing carapace turned into char and fell to the ground.
Among the charred carapace and smelly flesh, the woman's painful and desperate face was revealed.
The power of the Burning Hell made her will irreversible.
"Revenge, right? I will smash that devil into pulp and use it as fertilizer for the saplings in front of your door."
Bulqueso said this.
Even though the woman didn't say anything, she just kept trying to eat the flesh and blood on Bulcaisel's shoulder.
Bulcaisel's arms tightened little by little. He made his muscles as soft as the tide, hugged the woman, and then used the most appropriate force to let her body die without pain without being damaged.
Already.
Rumlow observed silently from a third-person perspective.
This kind of scene didn't make much impression on him, a man who had been an agent and had caused countless crimes.
But the emotion of disdain still won't arise.
"If you want me to see these pictures, it may not have any effect on me."
Rumlow said this.
He knew that both Tarik and Mocott could hear it.
"You're so impatient, nothing like Qualkek."
Mocott said this.
He no longer had the slightest thought about whether Rumlow would have a chance to obtain the mountain-splitting axe.
Even though Qualkek's temper is not very good, he will not make any judgment easily.
"So, the mountain-splitting ax should be prepared for other people."
Tarik shook his head and pressed his hand on the Resonance Skull with great force, pouring his own energy into it.
He thought Rumlow would have a chance, but now it seems that chance has become much slimmer.
What came before was just the beginning.
Rumlow's consciousness was completely reversed at this time. As the man who fell on the ground, he experienced everything about that man.
A warm and simple dinner that was only enough to satisfy the stomach turned into a tragedy after a scream.
The wife's screams made the man come forward worriedly, and then he was killed unprepared and confused.
The next moment, the soul wavered and appeared in the belly of the demon!
Feeling the child's flesh and blood scratching through my body bit by bit, I felt the fear, pain and despair of confusion and ignorance!
The ability to empathize is the quality that distinguishes humans from demons and angels.
Human beings will be sad because of the sadness of the same kind, and they will be happy because of the joy of the same kind!
You may even feel a corresponding feeling because of a text description.
It's like someone said he stuck a toothpick between his toes and then kicked the wall hard.
The devil won't do it.
Neither do angels.
Demons are only confused by the situation of their own kind.
The angels are full of mercy and high above.
Rumlow began to tremble inside.
The next moment, he became that child, feeling confused, scared, tortured and panicked.
The next moment, he felt the cry of that woman's soul!
As the owner of the body, he lost control of his body from that scream.
His body became a prison, and he could only watch as his body was controlled by the chaotic instinct of the devil, killing his family and killing his children in the cruelest way.
Until the heat of Bulcaisel's blood came from my mouth!
In a state of confusion, he finally spoke out his revenge, and then found relief in the warmth.
mercy?
Rumlow did not understand compassion from Bulcasso's emotions, because Bulcaisel did not think much about compassion at that time.
He understood something else!
Angry and cruel!
Waves of anger flashed across Rumlow's body, forming sword-like sharp edges that converged on his body!
The sharp anger pierced Tarik's body, dyeing the soul blood red!
"It seems that you have done unnecessary things, Mocott."
Tarik said with a smile.
It wasn't the result they wanted, but it was better than what they wanted to hand to Rumlow!
What conditions are needed to understand the barbarian's innate skills?
Strength is only part of it, more is the consciousness in the blood!
"All I know is that he said goodbye to the glory of Qualkirk."
Mocott muttered and then stood up!
Compassion leads to no mercy?
Mocott still couldn't remember when he said such nonsense!
Even though he had been sitting there thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember.
So he thought Tariq was telling lies.
Cruelty and ruthlessness go well together!
"But I think Bulkesso can say goodbye to Wu Ming!"
Mocott said decisively!
He walked up to Rumlow, grabbed Rumlow's shoulders with both hands, and then leaned back with all his strength!
Rumlow finally opened his eyes!
What catches the eye is a forehead that is constantly enlarging!
From the roar that broke through the sky, Rumlow saw death coming.
[Perhaps that’s not bad? Death seems to be instantaneous?]
Funny thoughts appeared in Rumlow's mind, and he closed his eyes again.
He is feeling the power coming from his body!
Almost in an instant, he knew the power of cruelty!
For severely injured enemies, it can cause more damage!
"boom!"
A crisp muffled sound!
Mocott dives into Rumlow's body!
The anger that belonged to Mocott began to burn with the help of Rumlow's body!
If Rumlow's anger is like a small bonfire, then Mocott's anger is like a burning mountain fire!
Angry flames rose, reflecting a bright red color in the corner of the holy mountain!
Bulcasso, who was thinking about what reward to give to Wayne, looked up and smiled on his face.
"I really don't understand why I believed in Talik's evil and saved you from Bulkeso. But now, you can use the ancestor summons!"
Mocott's voice was trembling.
What he did was put his stamp on Rumlow!
Connected his soul with Rumlow!
He will only use Rumlow's knowledge to feel humanity. From now on, he no longer has to consume Bulcaisel's humanity!
The legend of Mercy is a legend that will only increase after releasing the rage of the berserker and the summons of the ancestors at the same time!
Mokot is a follower of Volusk!
His legend is similar to that of the Immortal King set!
Two and a half times!
This is the increase brought about by Wu Mian!
It’s just that this increase will only appear on the skill Hammer of the Ancestors!
Coupled with the Ancestral Bracers in Rumlow's hands, this makes him even more powerful!
Although it is better than the suit of the Immortal King, it can bring about forty times the all-round increase.
But the power of Wu Ming is enough!
When Mokot was summoned, he was not like those barbarians who had no connection with their ancestors. The three ancestors he summoned would be called the Three Idiots.
When Rumlow summons his ancestors, Mocott's will will also come!
Shrouded in Rumlow's body, each attack will be carried out twice!
Before Rumlow can't reach the level of summoning Mokot's full power, the summoned ancestor spirits will only maintain twice the strength of Rumlow.
This is just the first harvest!
And the wine from before!
Even if there is only a small part of Bulcaisel's blood, there are only sporadic emotions.
But these are enough to increase Rumlow's blood concentration and body strength to the point where he can unleash the lowest level of berserker's fury!
Even though it could only last for a short period of time, during that time Rumlow already had enough power to kill Rorschach instantly!
"Now, young warrior, you have no chance of going astray! Mokot will be watching you! All the time!"
Talik retracted his arm.
"This is called do it first! Talk later!"
Talik chuckled softly.
Being followed by Mocott is definitely not a good experience.
That weird guy will teach Rumlow more things outside of Talik's training.
From this point on, Rumlow's happy herding career was over!
Atonement will be urged!
The battle will be guided!
All thoughts in life will not escape Mocott's control!
There is no freedom at all!
But this is Mokot’s mercy!
It is better to be controlled and walk on the right path than to take a wrong step and make a big mistake!
"Ancestor Mocott, does this mean he won't show mercy because he is compassionate?"
Rumlow said with a grimace.
He smoothly pushed the Resonating Skull on his head to the top of his head, revealing his mature face.
But deep in the eyes, there is a gleam of hope constantly flashing!
He understood that he was finally recognized!
Treated as a junior by the barbarians, Bulkesso, and these ancestors!
"Talk nonsense!"
Mocott's somewhat dissatisfied voice came, and his figure flashed in front of Rumlow!
Only part of the boiling anger returned to Mocott.
More was left in Rumlow's body!
Strengthening the body requires energy.
If food is not prepared in advance, Mocott can only contribute this part of the energy to strengthen the new recruits.
"you are always like this."
Talik smiled and continued:
"You can now experience the taste of food and drink through Rumlow's touch, but you don't have to touch everything."
These words with a strong sense of ridicule made Mocott's old face turn red.
Mocott was single from the beginning.
"I'll give him some rest!"
After Mocott finished speaking, he disappeared.
"Come on, Rumlow, I'll go and ask for mercy from you now.
I hope Bulcaisuo is in a good mood, and it’s best that the master of the mountain-splitting ax has been chosen now.”
Tarik patted Rumlow's back hard, making a thumping sound.
Rumlow wore a mask-like helmet on his head, whistling, cheerfully like a deer running through the mountains and forests.
Bulcaisel's blood made Rumlow's physique more like that of a barbarian from the Stag Tribe.
It's just that Bulcaisel probably won't recognize the current Rumlow as a member of the Bucks tribe.
At least not now.
Until the sins he has shouldered are repaid twice, Rumrock is not worthy of calling himself a proud stag!
…
"Wayne, you have already achieved a good harvest. But you want to know my weaknesses?"
There was a smile on Bulkesso's lips.
He was sincerely amused by Wayne's wish.
There are many people who want to know about Bulcaisel's weaknesses, and there are also many who know about the existence of his weaknesses.
But he never thought that he would hear such a request from a barbarian.
"Can you tell me why you want to know my weaknesses?"
Bulcaisel's hand stopped inside the backpack. He had not yet decided what reward to give to Wayne.
Especially after Wayne said he wasn't in desperate need of a strength boost right away.
"I'm afraid you'll lose control, Bulcasso."
Wayne stated his reasons candidly.
There was no hint of fear or hesitation.
Even though he knew that asking about the other person's weaknesses was a bit outrageous.
"Your worries are interesting, but I want you to know that all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain were worried about this."
Bulcaisel smiled.
He looked openly at all the ancestors around him.
The ancestors were stunned for a moment, and then laughed together!
The small voice soon became the only sound on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
"Yes, he is right!"
Olongus laughed so hard that he could hardly stand upright.
A pair of hands kept patting his thighs.
"The gatekeepers were set up to restrain the Immortal King."
Korik covered his head and said.
He felt that Wayne's worries were a little premature.
Even if he knew Bulcaisel's weakness, what would be the use?
If Bulcaisso really loses control one day, he won't even be able to stop Bulcaisu from even a single confrontation.
Kal Qiu just showed a perfunctory smile on his face.
Also with him is the barbarian sword master, Karn.
The two of them were only one step away from the position of gatekeeper.
Even now they are the backbone of the gatekeepers.
If something unexpected happens to the current three ancestors, Kalju and Kahn will immediately take up that position.
As for the three ancestors being knocked down together, it has never happened before.
If it hadn't been for that damn big explosion, the two of them could have continued fighting together with Tarik, who had been guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain.
"I am willing to give up my reward and also want to know the answer to this question."
Wayne didn't care about the laughter of the ancestors around him and spoke with a firmer voice.
"Honestly, Wayne, I admire you."
Bulcasso looked at Wayne in front of him and spoke openly.
"You can ask any ancestor about my weakness, and they will give you the answer. Do you really want to give up your reward because of this well-known problem?"
Burquetso first gave Wayne the opportunity to take back what he had said.
He continued with a serious expression:
"Even if you catch any of the demons from the Burning Hell, you will most likely be able to get this answer out of their mouths. You can also change your wish. This news is not worth giving up the reward you deserve."
Bulcaisel looked at Wayne in front of him with a smile on his face.
Rumlow's affair was over, Tarik had told him.
So he was in a much better mood at this time.
"My wish is to hear you talk about your weaknesses from your mouth, Bulcaisso."
Wayne did not change his tune.
He lowered his head, hiding his eyes.
It seems that he is worried that his thoughts will be seen through.
"are you serious?"
Bulkesso became serious.
If Wayne insisted, he would grant this modest wish.
"Yes."
Wayne did not change his tune.
The ancestors around also stopped laughing.
Leiko looked at Wayne in front of her thoughtfully, and then glanced at Matthew who was thinking.
She suddenly felt that Wayne might be able to focus on cultivating him.
This guy has somewhat similar thoughts to Kanai.
"My weakness..."
Bulcaisuo frowned and was trying hard to organize his words.
Although he knew what his weakness was, he had never said it out of his own mouth.
"All mental skills are meaningless to a barbarian of my level. But the power of magic and rules can effectively hurt me."
Bulcaisel was thinking as he spoke.
Bulcaisel, who can maintain the rage of the berserker without restriction in battle, can ignore all controls.
Unless that is some kind of rule, such as death, a rule for life.
But that's only the extent of the damage.
Now Bulcaisso has obtained a large number of rules, and some rules that are not lethal enough can hurt Bulcaisso, but they cannot pose a fatal threat.
"If any spell is a weakness, the spell that directly hits the soul is my weakness."
Bulqueso said this.
This is certainly a weakness.
Those hell demons can use this to get a chance to deal with Bulkesso.
Although Bulkeso's soul is not complete.
But the Dark Soul Stone embedded in the forehead didn't just bring negative effects.
Use soul to attack in front of dark soul stone?
Then he was probably ready to be with Bulcasso for a long time.
Jordan Kule will not rely on the strength of his soul to cause trouble in front of the current Bulkeso.
"It's much easier to kill me than to kill something like death.
At least I'm still human, so beheading, bleeding, and damaging the life force itself can all work on me."
Bulcasso said with a smile.
The prerequisite for killing the rules will only be the power of the rules.
Most simple attacks will not work against rules.
But physical attacks are effective against Bulkeso.
As long as someone can defeat the barbarian who is already known as the strongest in hand-to-hand combat, then killing Bulcaisel is no longer a fantasy.
Unfortunately, this requirement may be the most difficult to meet.
If you want to cut off Bulcaisso's head, you must at least be able to cut through Bulcaisso's tough flesh and bones.
Now Bulcaisel uses legendary equipment even for cutting his nails and cutting his hair.
It's the one called the Barber's Dagger.
Bulcaisel knew that this dagger was called the Head-Shaver because when the witch doctor used this legendary weapon, the soul barrage skill would cause "head-shaving" damage to enemies in a wide range around him.
But since this dagger is called this name, it seems a bit wasteful not to use it to shave hair and cut nails.
This dagger is really sharp.
At least it's a little sharper than the Blade of Envy, which deals critical damage to enemies with full status.
"I will never lose in close combat."
Bulcasso looked at Wayne in front of him and said with a smile.
He wanted to support Wayne's idea.
But there seemed to be only so much he could say.
"That's it?"
Wayne still lowered his head and asked.
Of course he would not be satisfied with the answer given by Bulqueso.
This statement is somewhat general.
"Bulkessor's weakness? Looking at it from a devil's perspective, it's probably greed?"
Madoc said casually.
To be honest, most Nephalem are greedy.
Even if you put a large basket on the side of a box and pull the rope at the right time, you can probably frame a Nephalem.
"I just want to recycle all the things that are lying outside. I think it is more appropriate to call it frugal!"
Bulcaisel choked at Madoc.
"Okay, frugality."
Madoc shook his head in disbelief.
This is a problem common to all Nephalem.
Maddock will naturally not be excluded.
"I think you won't threaten me with your own safety, right? Let's first say that I will protect all barbarians, but I will not risk the destruction of the barbarians by agreeing to stupid conditions such as suicide.
But I promise to avenge you."
Bulcasso glanced at Wayne and said with some doubts.
Threatening barbarians with hostages is definitely not a good idea.
Hesitation will only be a hindrance in the battle with demons and pose a greater threat.
Barbarians don't take hostage threats.
"I bear witness!"
Leah raised her little hands and said.
There was no sense of embarrassment at all.
At that time, the great demon Diavolo took over her body, and Bulcaisel chopped off the huge head without any hesitation.
Hostages are of no use.
Most old school warriors are the same.
Hostage rescues will only be carried out when absolutely safe.
Demons used hostages as traps more than once, and the nephalem were almost tired of it.
Sometimes when seeing the hostages in the cage, the nephalem would like to tell them to hand over the treasure box and spare the lives of the demons.
Hostage incidents are routine, not accidental.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Madoc laughed loudly.
The laughter made Olongus and the others feel a little confused.
After all, the three ancestors were not absent during the battle with Diavolo, but Orlongus and the others did not have the ability to intervene.
The three ancestors are special.
"Well, if you still plan to listen, I will probably have to take you to the Burning Hell to ask Baal."
Bulcaisel waved his hand and said to Wayne.
No matter how many weaknesses he had, he couldn't even think of them.
"I see."
Wayne nodded and then silently withdrew.
Bulcasso was a little troubled.
Now that Wayne has decided to trade his prize for the answer to this question.
Then it would be inappropriate to give out prizes.
Fortunately, Wayne was also the one who stayed in the battle until the end, so help with equipment didn't seem so urgent.
"I will take you with me when I go to find Baal, and you can ask him personally then. I can even take you to find that bastard Tyrell, and you can get the information you want to know from him."
Bulcaisel continued.
A guarantee was made to Wayne.
As for whether Barr will affect Wayne, he is not worried at all.
When he appears in front of Baal, Baal will say goodbye to his status as the Demon God of Destruction.
The same goes for Tyrell!
Influence a barbarian through mind control?
Unless that barbarian is a fool like Nilasek who only knows how to study magic.
Otherwise, any barbarian who has mastered the rage of the berserker will not be affected by his sanity.
A barbarian whose heart is filled with anger will not leave any space for other emotions to invade!
…
"Agent Hill, when did you go out?"
Melinda met Agent Hill on her way to get off work.
SHIELD's affairs have been a bit busy recently, and she had to work overtime to cope with the heavy clerical work.
Unexpectedly, I met the thoughtful Agent Hill at the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I got off work a long time ago. I was just relaxing."
Hill said this.
It was obvious that he was brushing off Melinda's question.
Now all she can think about is how to use some of SHIELD's funds to build safe houses and build her own connections like Nick Fury without being discovered.
After all, what Nick Fury did was already listed as prohibited in the last release of materials.
All the methods Nick Fury used have been blocked.
Nowadays, it is impossible to deduct funds even if you specifically recruit financial talents.
"Hey! This is the first time I've seen you leave the office in these days."
Melinda said a little too enthusiastically.
"I know, that's why I need to go out and relax."
Hill finally focused on Melinda.
Melinda pressed her and she could think of the reason.
She had a share in the attack on Rumlow at that time, so Melinda's targeting was justified.
This reason became even more abundant after she rejected Melinda's request to resign again.
"I don't think you should have any hope of pissing me off and firing you. You must know that there is no such thing as retirement in the secret service."
Hill raised his eyes and looked at Melinda in front of him with a very serious expression.
No matter how stupid Hill is, he will never let Melinda, an elite person, leave S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Can I take a long vacation?"
Melinda said this.
Suddenly I noticed a familiar figure from the corner of my eye.
But she didn't show her qualities as an agent.
"This can be discussed. I will talk to the director."
Hill said this.
The topic of resignation can be ended here.
So Hill bypassed Melinda and walked directly into the office building.
Melinda left the spot as if nothing had happened, avoided all eyes and walked around a corner.
Looking at the door in front of her that looked like an old warehouse door, Melinda's eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.
"I knew there was a reason why SHIELD's front-line personnel were always under-equipped and underfunded."
She muttered and pushed open the door that said Secret Base.
Then he looked at the man inside with a hairline that was a billion points tall.
"I thought you were dead, Coulson. Now it seems like this is another secret operation by the director?"
Melinda said this.
"Yes! It's a secret operation, but it's not the director's. I found out that the director has many secrets, and he might even be a Hydra!"
Colson said to Melinda seriously.
This chapter has been completed!