Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Jill, I still have something to do. During this time, I may not be able to visit you often."

On the street not far from the blacksmith's shop, Frank Castel was holding Jill's face in both hands, speaking with a serious face.

In fact, he had already made preparations for parting Jill. After seeing death, he knew that he could only stay by Bulkelso's side now.

Although reluctant to part with his father, he still nodded seriously.

Since his father said he had something to do, it was true, and he knew that his father would never lie to him.

"Go ahead, go back over there. My comrades told me that guy should be trusted."

Frank lied, and Nick Fury just told him through Coulson that Bulkelso is very powerful, and he is currently acting like a good person.

Even Coulson specifically reminded him not to contact Jill and Bull Casso at this time.

But out of the feelings of a father, he still appeared here and met his son.

But it seems that his son is doing well now, and that guy named Bulkelso is just like Coulson said, a good person.

If it is also true about the strength, then it would be great.

Because he was going to avenge his family next, it would be good news if his only son could be sheltered at this time.

Frank watched his son walking towards Bulkelso with some reluctance in his eyes.

The emotional outpouring when facing the family is enough for now.

Then he's the Avenger who kills in a skull T-shirt.

...

"Go and drink the milk on the table when you come back, and go to rest earlier."

Bulkelso didn't say much, but urged Jill to go back to the house quickly.

"By the way, the exercises left behind today will be made up tomorrow."

Bull Casso made a supplement, and Jill obediently followed his advice.

Bulkelso sat on the bench and took a deep look at Frank.

He is still a little curious about the superhero that Gu Yikou is most suitable as a commander.

The traces of gunpowder smoke and war on Frank's body made Bull Casso nod his head, especially that guy didn't have any sinful aura on his body, which made him very satisfied.

A decent fighter who can kill the enemy without hesitation, this is how Bulkelso evaluates Frank.

Such guys appeared in piles in the shelter, as for tactical command?

Bulkasso has never been in contact with these, and the barbarian will only choose to rush directly when facing the demon.

Where did the tactics come from? They still needed to expend energy and think.

Frank and Bull Casso looked at each other, then turned and left alone.

What he knew about Bulkelso was just the information given by his old comrade-in-arms, but just looking at each other just now gave him an unrivaled feeling.

So he trusted his old comrade-in-arms.

Although that guy is a jerk!

...

"Director, Frank still went to contact Bulkelso."

Coulson stood in front of Nick Fury and said this.

He knew why his superiors asked him to contact Frank specifically, but he wanted to use him to send a kind message to that guy.

After completing the superior's task well, he naturally wanted to come to the office to report.

As for the investigation and understanding of Bulkelso, he has given all the videos to Agent Hill, and he will watch it himself when Nick Fury needs it.

"I asked you to investigate the matter about the insider's actions, is there any result?"

Nick Fury stared at Coulson with eyes like a wolf looking at its prey.

"When did you ask me to do this?"

Coulson responded with his usual smile.

"Go ahead and get busy."

Nick lowered his head and began to organize the documents in front of him.

As for Coulson's next task, he just said it.

He knew Coulson would understand, though sometimes he wondered if he was being too careful.

But it won't change the way he behaves.

Words always carry some dispensable news, and then let the subordinates figure it out by themselves, and then act.

Although this approach has always caused some inconvenience until now, it has also made his arrangement never seen through.

Anyway, everything is as usual, and sometimes he doesn't know who he is guarding against.

But be careful not to go wrong.

...

Rumlow is falling asleep on his own sofa. Although the feeling of falling asleep on the sofa is not very good, he is almost used to it.

Although there is a bed in the bedroom, who would sleep on a bed as a serious agent!

The bed is the first target of the enemy's attack.

Rumlow, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly heard a slight noise coming from outside the house.

It's not like the sound of human walking, after all, the footsteps sound like a child who is learning to walk and puts on leather shoes.

Rumlow sat up straight as much as possible without making a sound, holding the pistol in his right hand.

And in his left hand, he was holding that magical knuckle.

"Boom boom boom~"

There was a series of rhythmic knocks on the door, but the knocks came from the lower half of the door instead of the height range of a normal person.

Rumlow knew in his heart that the person who knocked on the door at this time was probably a member of the Roaring Commando back then, and later became a killer killer monkey.

But this is not a reason for him to relax his vigilance. There is a small card on the table with a series of numbers that he does not understand the meaning of.

That's exactly what Damm Duggan handed him, to deliver directly to Killer Monkey.

Rumlow had already memorized the series of numbers, and was going to ask Dugan about the meaning of these numbers afterwards.

But right now, he needs to open the door first.

Rumlow stood up, still holding the gun in his hand, and walked to the side of the door carefully avoiding the front of the door.

He quickly twisted the handle and opened the door.

"Squeak!"

There was a cry that obviously belonged to a monkey outside the door, but Rumlow had never seen a killer monkey.

For humans, the appearance of monkeys is not something that unfamiliar people can distinguish, although there is only one monkey that can act like a human being in this world.

Rumlow turned on the light in the living room suddenly, and then pointed the gun at the monkey's head in a flash.

However, what Rumlow saw was two black muzzles aimed at him as expected.

A monkey wearing a black suit and sunglasses walked into the apartment where he lived.

"Killer Monkey?"

Monkey nodded, but did not put down the gun in his hand.

After reconfirming the identity of the other party, Rumlow pointed at his table with a knuckle.

"What Dum gave you is on the table."

Then he saw the monkey point a muzzle that way, and then point it at his head.

Rumlow felt the corners of his mouth twitch. He understood what the monkey meant and asked him to fetch it.

But he didn't want to do that, because it would not only mean distracting him from letting a gun pointed at the other person's head lose the opportunity, but it would also mean a human surrendering to a monkey, even if it was an unusual monkey.

Now it's a confrontation, and he doesn't want to bow to a monkey.