199 The thin climber six thousand words(3/4)
"That's Leiko. Apart from Bulkeso on the Holy Mountain, only Volusk can defeat her."
Madoc sat back on the ground with an angry expression.
"I think it's because of her existence that Bulkesso doesn't want to find a barbarian wife. I obviously think Sonya is pretty good."
As soon as Madoc stood up, he was slapped on the back of the head by Kerik who had just come over.
"Do you want to be beaten up by Leiko first or do you want to feel Bulcasso's double swords first?"
Korik walked in directly, followed by Steve and the other three.
“A bottle of treasure!”
Maddock raised his middle finger and shouted loudly.
So in exchange for another slap in the face from Kolik.
"You want to use my collection to get me to shut up? You bastard!"
After Korik slapped Maddock again, he kicked him aside.
Madoc rubbed his crotch, then cursed and picked up the weapon.
"I can't beat Leiko and Bulqueso, so I can't beat you?"
"Are you sure you want to fight me!?"
Korik's eyes widened, and a giant ax appeared in his hand.
"Rumlow, we hope you can come back."
Steve looked at the two souls at war with each other in front of him and interrupted the possible conflict.
Madoc came down the stairs, and Kolik also took back the "Bastin Power".
"Two Bottles of Bulquesso's Reserve."
"Pooh!"
Maddock and Kolik reached a consensus.
"You? Or Nick Fury?"
Rumlow was still sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, talking disdainfully to Steve.
"It's S.H.I.E.L.D."
Steve's words brought a smile to Rumlow's face.
"Then you'd better go find that speeding pervert in red. That warm-hearted guy is much easier to find than me."
Rumlow joked and picked up the two-handed giant hammer that he had put aside.
Obviously he doesn't plan to go back and do anything to help SHIELD.
If we can't reach an agreement, let's have a fight. He was very angry when he was beaten.
"People with superpowers can't fight against mystery."
Hawkeye beeped quietly.
After suffering a double blow from angels and demons, he was a little too boastful about things in the mysterious realm.
The guy in Central City is not weak, at least he won't suffer much when facing a guy like the Witch Heart Demon.
After all, demons also need to follow basic laws. Even if the Witch Heart Demon self-destructs on the spot, it won't hurt the speedster.
Natasha said nothing and carefully observed Rumlow in front of her.
Black Widow is examining her prey. As the top diplomatic expert in S.H.I.E.L.D. besides Coulson, her target this time is Rumlow in front of her.
Only careful observation can complete the task better.
"A fight is about to begin? Count me in!"
Luke stood up, waving the sword in his hand vigorously.
Hawkeye held the long bow behind him in his hand, and could draw arrows at any time with his other hand.
"It's none of your business! You should think about how to get rid of that Hand first!"
Rumlow slapped Luke on the back of the head, causing Luke to stagger.
"Are you stronger than me now?"
Luke turned to look at Rumlow, somewhat disbelieving.
"How about it, Rumlow? I can guarantee that you won't be attacked from within again."
Steve put the shield in his hand back behind his back, pressed down Hawkeye's bow, and made a gesture not wanting to fight.
"Captain, I believe in you, but I don't think you can represent SHIELD, especially that black-hearted braised egg."
Rumlow hung his giant hammers back on his waist and stared into Steve's eyes, seemingly searching for something.
His redemption has only completed one stage, and his war with Hydra is far from over.
If he wants to make amends for those victims, of course he has to rely on the power of certain institutions, otherwise he will be unable to do anything just by looking for information about the victims.
"I guarantee that if Nick Fury does something again that we don't want to see, I will slap his office with you."
Steve looked firmly at Rumlow in front of him, and behind him, Korik was studying him.
Kolik felt that the person who was similar to him mentioned by the Holy Mountain was definitely not Steve.
If he had it, he would not help an untrustworthy guy, but directly pick up a weapon and fight him.
"Right is right, wrong is wrong, there is no middle ground?" This is what Kolik thinks.
If Tarik hadn't controlled this simple and over-the-top guy, Kerik might have caused a lot of trouble.
He is not a battle prophet like Madoc. If his character had not been summoned by the Holy Mountain, he might have been sunk into the swamp by some witch doctor.
Maybe he was buried in a coffin by Rathma's priest? Maybe he was poisoned by a demon hunter.
"I don't want to trust S.H.I.E.L.D."
Rumlow folded his hands on his chest and turned his attention to Natasha and Hawkeye.
These two agents were both well-known. Although Rumlow had no friendship with them, they were not complete strangers.
"What misunderstandings might you have about S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Hawkeye couldn't help but interrupt.
His situation is different from Natasha's. To him, SHIELD is a place that maintains peace. What can a guy with combat lurking expertise know?
Although Natasha looked calm, she and Rumlow had similar thoughts.
"Agent Patton, you always do what a combatant does. How do you know what that black-hearted bastard did? Even the famous Black Widow didn't rush to refute, so why are you defending?"
Rumlow said with sarcasm and eagle eyes.
Hawkeye glanced at Natasha who said nothing and frowned.
"Say something, Natasha."
Hawkeye was a little panicked. He understood that SHIELD was not without any stains, but he didn't think SHIELD was a sinful place either.
"Okay, Barton."
Steve said calmly to Hawkeye, and then he looked at Rumlow again.
"Say what you want and I'll try my best to get it."
"I want you...as the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D."
Rumlow lowered his head slightly to cover up the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
As the leader, Steve can ensure that SHIELD will not do anything messy again.
But this condition is obviously impossible.
An aboveboard secret service organization is a joke.
"Would you be interested if I formed an action team?"
Steve said with a serious expression.
To be continued...