Bulcaisuo was guiding Rorschach on basic training on the Holy Mountain. Not far behind him, Gu Yi was drinking sparkling water, and Emperor Weishan was communicating with Bulcaisuo sentence by sentence.

The power of Emperor Weishan cannot act alone without the summoner, so he had to let Ancient One follow Bulcaisuo to act as a bridge of communication.

After all the hard work, the sky has darkened, and the day has passed quite quickly.

For such a terrifying existence as the Seven Demon Kings, Emperor Weishan and the others did not dare to pretend that it did not exist.

As for the other recruits, except for Bruce Wayne, who was just selected, Natasha and Hawkeye are still training, the others have returned to the city.

Along with him is Steve.

Steve plans to form a team of Avengers to deal with some troublesome things, and these savages are his first target.

So Steve plans to have a dinner with Rumlow and the others, intending to share his philosophy and at least establish a good relationship with these barbarian recruits.

"Captain, have you been staying at this old training ground recently?"

Rumlow whistled, looking at the underground space with a giant hammer hanging on his waist.

It's spacious here, but it's not worthy of Steve's status.

"I don't know where to get my retirement salary. This place was arranged for me by SHIELD. It's pretty good."

Steve's appearance cannot be hidden from the military and the Security Council, but there are intense discussions over how to treat this veteran.

A dead person who has been mythologized will not stand up to lead the people, but if this dead person suddenly comes to life again, it will be a huge trouble.

Their attention was focused on how to weaken Steve's influence, and they never thought that this veteran still needed basic living expenses.

It is said that his salary should be paid by the military, but how can Steve, who does not even have a driver's license, receive his salary?

"Cool~"

Luke looked at the training ground below, looking at the hanging sandbags eagerly.

"Didn't you say we were going to have a dinner together?"

Jessica smoothed her hair and said lightly.

Matthew didn't say a word on the side. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, and he was still in the same tattered state.

"You have to change into regular clothes before going. Besides, the weapons you are wearing are too conspicuous."

Steve glanced at the people in front of him. One had a giant hammer on his waist, one had a machete stuck on his waist, and one had a hand ax and a mace hanging on his waist.

When these weapons are put on the street, the police will directly empty their five magazines.

If SHIELD hadn't sent a large enough vehicle, it would have been a question whether these people could have arrived at this training ground safely.

"Do you still have clothes here that are suitable for us?"

Jessica grinned. The clothes she was wearing were still the linen shirt that Madoc had dug out from the warehouse. Luke put it on her after he recovered.

Thinking of this, Jessica punched Luke. Although Luke didn't know why, all he needed to do was giggle at this time.

"Those agents have already gone to buy suitable clothes, but your weapons are a bit difficult to handle."

Steve hung the shield in his hand on the wall and looked at the people in front of him.

Rumlow sat directly on the ground. He was used to this sitting posture. After all, ordinary chairs could not support the weight of the giant hammer in his hands.

Matthew casually stuffed the two weapons on his waist into his backpack, as if by instinct.

Everyone focused their attention on him, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Well, how did you do it?"

Luke asked Matthew hesitantly.

"What?"

Matthew was a little confused.

"You mean a backpack? Don't you have that?"

Jessica seemed to understand something, and the hand ax disappeared from her hand.

"You do too?" Luke was stunned.

"I'll try, I feel like I can do it."

The giant hammer on Rumlow's waist suddenly disappeared and then appeared again.

It seems he can't do this yet.

One of the nephalem's abilities is this space package. Matthew is the one with the highest bloodline level among them. He has been able to do this for a long time.

Jessica directly received the bloodline of Orak, which was also higher in quantity than the current Rumlow and Luke.

Rumlow is still a little short of being able to open the space backpack, and Luke has the weakest bloodline at present, and he hasn't felt the existence of the backpack yet.

"It seems to be determined by bloodline weight?"

Matthew whispered.

"Looks like I have to work harder. The secret realm of Talik's ancestors is really difficult."

Rumlow handed the giant hammer in his hand to Matthew and asked Matthew to help him put it away first.

"Jessica."

Luke shouted hesitantly, and Jessica rolled her eyes at him before taking the weapon from his waist and stuffing it into her backpack.

"I feel envious when I see it. I don't want to carry a shield every day. If I don't carry it, it will be difficult to deal with any problems I encounter."

Steve smiled heartily.

"Then let's go have dinner after the agents bring the clothes. I know a good barbecue restaurant."

Steve just said it casually, and he didn't feel jealous because of this ability.

"Why aren't you favored by those ancestors? I'm quite curious."

Rumlow grinned and said to Steve.

It is said that those who have passed the test of the Holy Mountain will have the opportunity to be tested, but the Steve in front of him was not favored by any ancestor, and he was inferior to Matthew at that time.

"Maybe I don't suit their temperament."

Steve turned around and climbed onto the ring, taking off a pair of gloves from the side ropes.

"Who wants to come up and play?"

Steve greeted the others.

As a fighter, Steve's fighting skills are top-notch, and among the people in front of him, perhaps only Rumlow can compete with him in bare-handed combat.

The premise is that there is no competition in physical fitness.

On the other side, Nick Fury was sitting in his office, his scalp numbing as he looked at John Wicker in front of him.

A string of goosebumps appeared on his smooth head.

Nick Fury was still a little apprehensive about this guy who could destroy his life substitute without any scruples for a dog.

"I said, are you going to give me another shot?"

Nick Fury rolled his eyes and looked at John Wicker in front of him.

"You can resurrect people? Then you can also resurrect a dog."

John Wigger held the body of his beloved dog in his arms, his tone a little cold.

Nick Fury had a headache. Although he could resurrect humans, resurrecting a dog was somewhat bizarre.

Resurrected humans will more or less have some mental problems and will draw some weird symbols on the walls.

But what will happen to the resurrected dog? Will it scatter symbols all over the place while making marks?

Dogs don’t have such big bladders…

"Are you sure you will exchange this condition for your effectiveness?"

Nick Fury said in a strange tone.

"If you can do it, I can become one of you."

John Wigger looked at Nick Fury with still cold eyes, which made people doubt that he would raise his hand and shoot Nick Fury's head off.

Although his weapons had been taken away when he entered S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Okay, leave your pet here. You can see it alive and kicking in a few days."

Nick Fury made a decision with some difficulty and waved Melinda to leave the office with John Wick.

Before he could put down the weird feeling in his heart, an agent hurriedly broke into his office.

"Director! Tony Stark is missing in Afghanistan!"

"oh!"

Nick Fury's brain was so exhausted at this moment that he didn't even want to say "Fuck Fuck". The disappearance of Tony Stark was indeed a big deal, but this situation could not stimulate his tired heart.

"Send someone to look for it and report back after you find it."

Nick Fury picked up the water on the table and drank it slowly.
To be continued...