055 The Snake Shield Destruction Plan has been launched!
After throwing the two guys on the sacred mountain of Harrogas, Bulcaisso spent a relatively leisurely few days.
Finally, with the help of Gu Yi, Jill began to live a normal child's school life.
Although after returning home, he would swing the ax for a period of time every day according to Bulqueso's requirements, but this level of practice was probably not much different from doing radio gymnastics for a period of time every day.
At least that's how it looks in Bulkesso's eyes.
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"Instructor, this is what I want to say."
Rumlow's body has basically recovered. Now he found an opportunity to make an appointment with his old instructor Dam Dugan, and talked to Dugan about it in a private room of a closed tavern.
Some trivia about Hydra.
Of course, he hasn't revealed all these things yet, because he knows very well that if Dugan knows all this, he is afraid that he will rush into Pierce's office with his beloved pistol in the next moment.
So Rumlow planned to tell the veteran the news bit by bit in the following conversation.
"You kid didn't lie to me?"
Damn Dugan looked at Rumlow, whose face was still a little pale, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
Originally, when Rumlow invited him to drink, he was reluctant to come out.
For this old guy who is dedicated to training the new generation of agents, Rumlow is just one of the more capable students in the past.
If Rumlow hadn't categorically said that there were important matters that needed to be discussed with him alone, he would have hung up the phone with a scolding.
Let alone bring Rumlow to this safe house that only belongs to him.
But now after hearing what Rumlow said, he regretted it even more.
"You said you are Hydra now?"
When Dugan said this, his hand had already touched the large-caliber revolver on his waist.
As a veteran, Dugan doesn't like to think about convoluted conspiracies.
He has never been good at solving problems, only at solving people who create problems.
That's what he did on the battlefield, and it seemed to work well.
"Instructor, please put down your hands first. If I want to harm you, I won't appear alone in front of you."
Speaking of which, Rumlow was surprised that Dugan was able to listen to what he said before reaching for the pistol. He had thought that after he finished saying that he was Hydra, he would be handed the gun that could be used as a souvenir in the museum.
The revolver was pointed at his head.
"Now Hydra's influence in SHIELD has far exceeded your imagination. I can't even trust Nick Fury."
Rumlow poured dirty water on Nick's black bald head without any psychological pressure.
"Then you can trust me?"
Dugan put his hand back on the table, picked up the vodka in the glass and took a sip.
His expression calmed down.
"Only the Howling Commandos of the past are trustworthy. Even if Nick Fury has ascended to the position of director, I still have doubts."
"After all, Pierce, the previous generation of director, was my direct superior."
As soon as Rumlow finished speaking, there was a sound of the glass falling on the table.
Alexander Pierce only ascended to the position of director after being approved by these old guys, including Damn Dugan.
"You know what you're talking about!"
Dugan's calm expression turned ferocious in an instant.
If Pierce is also Hydra, it means that these old guys have completely handed over everything SHIELD has to the enemy they have been facing.
"Now, I have an idea, which is to bypass Nick Fury and conduct an internal investigation of SHIELD!"
Rumlow's expression remained unchanged as he picked up the pure water in front of him. His body was not suitable for ingesting alcohol.
"Also, if Pierce is Hydra, then Nick Fury, the guy he single-handedly pushed to the position of director, is indeed untrustworthy."
Dugan had already picked up the revolver in his hand and pointed it at Rumlow's head.
"But if what you say is true, then wouldn't you, Pierce's confidant, be even less trustworthy!"
Dugan squinted his eyes and looked at Rumlow, who remained calm under his gun.
For him, only the dead Hydra can make him feel at ease, and whether the Hydra is alive or dead, it is not a good thing.
"Of course, I'm not trustworthy either. Instructor, you can take my life away with one shot right now. As long as you can find a way to contact your old comrades and start investigating and cleaning up SHIELD."
"You know, I've never really liked the story of the prodigal son, but the news you mentioned and your presence have an irreplaceable role in this matter."
Dugan took back the revolver in his hand and said to Rumlow.
"So, your life is saved."
Even if Dugan doesn't like to think about conspiracies, he can at least think of Rumlow's current situation.
Now that the news has been revealed, Rumlow has no chance to look back.
Back then, the Red Skull would never give his subordinates a chance to make up for their mistakes, and Hydra had always been like this.
Dugan took out two cigars from the drawer on the counter and threw one to Rumlow.
"Now, you bastard, tell me your specific plans."
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"Idiot! How many times have I told you that this is not how weapons are wielded!"
Madoc's shadow roared loudly at Luke Cage, and the metal rod in his hand hit Luke Cage's head without any reservation, making a dull sound.
Today is the second day after these two idiots climbed to the top of the Holy Mountain to start training. It actually took these two guys several days to climb to the top of the mountain, and they even almost starved to death on the Holy Mountain.
In these days of observation, Madoc has understood the specific situation of this guy.
The physical strength was not much worse than that of ordinary barbarians, and the combat skills were immature, which made him suspect that this guy would be torn to pieces by demons in the blink of an eye when he stepped onto the battlefield.
"With a guy like you, how could Bulcasso think that he would send you to the foot of the Holy Mountain!"
Madoc's iron rod fell on Luke again.
It's not like Luke Cage never thought about resisting. He did so on the first day he started training.
Because Madoc's training is not free at all, nor is it free.
As a result, he moaned in pain all night in front of a blind man, and the bruises all over his body made him realize how weak he was.
Now he could only mechanically wave the war blade in his hand, slashing in the direction where the cold wind was blowing.
Madoc's eyes were filled with helplessness.
When he saw Luke for the first time, a dozen barbarian ancestors jumped out and wanted to train him.
After all, it is a rare thing in this world to see a guy whose physical strength is not much different from that of a barbarian recruit.
Madoc seized this opportunity by virtue of his outstanding fighting ability, and now he is simply going crazy with anger.
Luke is certainly not clumsy, and even among ordinary people, this guy is still a little smarter.
But in Madoc's eyes, this guy's stiff limbs reminded him of the stiff zombies outside the shelter. To a warrior, Luke's body control was as unsightly as a cerebral congestion.
On the contrary, Matthew, who did not receive much attention, only gained the favor of a female barbarian ancestor. The barbarian who did not even leave a name was teaching Matthew, and the progress was not bad.
Madoc began to regret it. Although the blind man had average physical condition, he was more talented in fighting than this guy.
So, the iron rod in his hand fell on Luke again, earning a groan from Luke.
"We are savages, not donkeys! Can you show the difference between you and donkeys, so that I can feel that you are a human being!"
The sacred mountain of Harrogas, which had always been filled with nothing but the sound of wind, finally became a little alive with Madoc's roar.