Nick Fury slumped in his chair, looking at Rumlow who returned to the office after cleaning up in S.H.I.E.L.D. and said weakly.
"You don't want to give the truth to ordinary people, but I have to do it."
As Rumlow spoke, he struck his ax on Nick Fury's desk and sat directly on the table.
He lowered his body and stared at Nick Fury, speaking in a somewhat cold tone.
Steve held the deformed shield in his hand and stood aside as if he wanted to do something, but he just said nothing.
He already knew what the previous conflict was about.
Captain America has never been afraid of sacrifice, but only if the person who sacrifices is himself.
So after knowing the truth, he didn't have any sense of identity with Nick Fury.
Even if he wanted to persuade Rumlow, he didn't know what to say.
"People from the Security Council and the military are coming soon. You know what to say, right? As for those guys from the branch, I won't do it myself. You understand my persistence."
Rumlow looked at Nick Fury with threats in his eyes.
Nick Fury was holding a pager in his hand, as if he wanted to input something. Looking at his hesitation, Rumlow smiled disdainfully.
"SHIELD still has its value, but it must be controlled."
"You have already cleaned it up yourself, do you have any other requirements?" Nick Fury replied coldly.
The severe pain in his body still existed.
Because of Bulcasso's arrival, many of Nick Fury's orders have not yet been implemented.
For example, let Barbara contact Colson.
All the agents were left behind at SHIELD, which had just been liquidated by Rumlow.
All branches of S.H.I.E.L.D. are now controlled by the Security Council and the military, awaiting follow-up investigation.
As for Hill and Dugan, they are currently undergoing examination by the medical department. Their injuries are not minor at all.
"After that, I will no longer appear here as an agent. I plan to become a blacksmith apprentice."
Rumlow took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from Nick Fury's desk, which Pierce had put in.
He took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, then said to Nick Fury:
"The captain must have supervisory authority. I still think he is the best shield holder in the world."
Rumlow wanted to light a cigarette, but he couldn't find a lighter.
He didn't smoke before, but now he wants to smoke one.
He wanted to experience why Dugan, a hard-core veteran, stubbornly lit up his cigar without even letting out a scream despite being injured like that.
Does tobacco really have any magical properties?
Although Dugan compromised with Nick Fury, this veteran is still worthy of respect.
"Rumlow, I will still testify for you in front of the judge and vouch for you."
Steve finally made up his mind, walked over and took off the cigarette from Rumlow's mouth, and said seriously.
"Special Operations Captain Rumlow has been killed under the wise leadership of Director Nick Fury. A fierce battle took place between Hydra and the agents at the SHIELD headquarters. In the end, justice defeated evil. Such a script is not
Okay?"
Rumlow patted the director's desk, feeling a little free and easy.
"It would be nice if you were really dead."
Nick Fury said coldly.
"My road to redemption is about to end. After SHIELD is reorganized, please tell me. I will wait for your news at the blacksmith shop."
"By the way, don't forget to ask the living agents to sign confidentiality agreements."
Rumlow patted Steve on the shoulder and spoke in a relaxed and mocking tone.
"You are completely different from how you roared before."
Steve had a smile on his face, seemingly relieved?
"You are exactly as the brochure said."
Rumlow opened his mouth, then took out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, broke off the mouth of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
"When will you take that Bucky away?"
Rumlow said and handed the bottle to Steve.
"Also, don't forget to clean the blacksmith shop and settle the wages for my 'death in the line of duty'. I still owe a lawyer's service fee."
"I always thought the blacksmith shop was a weapons research institute."
Steve took the remaining half bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"Didn't I say it? It's just a simple blacksmith shop."
Rumlow jumped off the table and reached out to take away his battle ax.
With a clicking sound, only the handle of the ax was in Rumlow's hand, and the recruit's battle ax finally came to an end.
This can be called the first time in the history of barbarians.
Finally, there is a novice battle ax that has exhausted its durability, which is worthy of celebration.
"Well, it seems that you still have to pay me a compensation to buy weapons."
Rumlow said to Nick Fury, whose expression became increasingly ugly.
The fragment of the ax fell and hit Nick Fury on the head.
"SHIELD has limited funds."
Nick Fury replied.
"If you build two less safe houses and secret bases, you will have more funds."
Rumlow threw the ax handle on the table and waved goodbye to Steve.
"Just think of it as the cost of taking away my crystal bottle, you black-hearted bastard!"
Rumlow said this and left the office.
Captain America Steve breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you repair my shield?"
Steve placed the dented shield on the table.
The area where he was hit was dented, making it impossible for him to hold the shield with one arm the way before.
Before taking off the shield, I had to directly cut the belt on my arm to complete it.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Gets Underfunded."
"Then you can build two less safe houses and secret bases."
Steve responded.
He also doesn't like Nick Fury's way of doing things.
Rumlow was already standing at the elevator door.
When he got on the elevator, he felt uncomfortable.
"Ding dong~"
Melinda May's figure appeared in front of Rumlow.
"Archives."
The elevator starts to move according to the voice instructions.
"There probably won't be any strange people showing up this time."
Rumlow whispered.
A quiet time follows.
Just as the elevator was about to reach the archives floor, Melinda spoke.
"I just want to tell you that this is a personal grudge!"
Melinda brought the finger tiger and hit Rumlow hard in the abdomen.
Before she could finish, the elevator door arrived at the archives room.
"Congratulations on surviving and completing the 'redemption' you wanted, Rumlow."
Melinda withdrew her hand, took off the finger tiger and threw it to Rumlow.
"Thank you. I think being an agent may not be suitable for your personality. You may also consider resigning."
Rumlow caught the finger tiger and then threw it back.
"I will consider."
The elevator door closed slowly.
Rumlow leaned on the armrest behind him and whistled.