Rumlow leaned back on the back of the chair, using only two chair legs to support his body.
Dugan looked at Rumlow with twinkling eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
"There will definitely be people from Hydra in the World Security Council. Doing this just allows them to expose more flaws."
"But that also means you told Hydra that someone was aware of their presence."
Rumlow sat up straight, put his hands on the table, and stared into Dugan's eyes.
"In SHIELD, most of the agents in important positions are already members of Hydra. Do you think it would be a good idea to seek support from the outside world?"
Dugan lit the cigar, and the smoke rushed out of his nose and hit Rumlow in the face.
"Otherwise? Can just a dozen of us fight Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D.? I'm not that arrogant yet."
Dugan took a breath and added calmly:
"The existence of Nick Fury is one of Hydra's biggest protections. We can't fight against the entire S.H.I.E.L.D."
Rumlow could only nod his head to express his approval of the second half of the sentence. Even Nick Fury couldn't figure out how many hidden black technologies there were in SHIELD.
Just hearing that Nick Fury was completely labeled as Hydra made him want to laugh.
"So, aren't you going to look for Howard's son? That playboy is not someone who can be dealt with easily."
"Which of us can see him? Should we let Peggy who is lying in the hospital bed go? Besides, this kid only has money and creativity, how can we expect him to rush to the front line with a weapon?"
Dugan didn't like Anthony Edward Stark very much, and even trying to call him "Tony" would not get a response.
This kid lost contact with these veterans a long time ago, not to mention that there was not much relationship left at that time.
Only people recognized by that kid, at least those whose names he remembers, can call him Tony. Others may not be able to get his attention even by calling him "Mr. Stark".
"At least he has money."
Rumlow said this sentence slowly, and his slow tone made people feel that this sentence seemed to have a lot of weight.
"Yes, in this country, money can solve all the problems. If it can't be solved, then it means you are not rich enough."
Dugan pinched the cigar that was too dry in his hand.
If he was very rich, he wouldn't even smoke a cigar in several parts.
"But why would he give you money? He doesn't care about that."
In fact, no matter who this world is ruled by, guys like Tony will not lose their wealth.
Even Hydra will not brainwash scientists of this level. After all, if the brainwashing is broken, whose fault is it?
The Stark family's brains are their most important asset, and they cannot be taken away.
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"Mr. Bulcasso, your driver's license is here. Agent Coulson is very busy recently and doesn't have time to bring it to you personally."
An agent in a black suit respectfully handed his driver's license to Burquetso, and then glanced at the eye-catching pickup truck next to him that didn't even have glass, and felt a little envious.
"Okay, thank Coulson for me, and remember to tell him that he can come to my place if he is free. I have a gift for him."
Bulcasso put away his driver's license and put it in his pocket.
As for the information recorded on the driver's license, he didn't bother to read it.
"Damn you bastard, if you come one step closer to me, I'll push your head into the toilet and flush it!"
Jessica Jones's voice suddenly sounded, and her words were full of sternness and inner remorse.
Next to her, a guy who didn't look like a good guy was confronting her.
Burquetso could see multiple penetrating wounds on Jessica's body, and these wounds did not seem to affect her movements.
"It's Bullseye!"
The agent took one look and immediately revealed the man's identity.
After all, it's not often that a villain leaves a mark on his forehead like this idiot.
In order not to attract Bullseye's attention, only Bulcaisel could hear his voice.
"You should know what's in the camera in your hand, right? It's a shame that you dared to talk to me like this after running away all night."
Bullseye spoke to Jessica Jones with a bit of casualness. A flying knife in his hand was hovering with his fingertips.
As a private detective, Jessica Jones received a mysterious commission this time, asking her to go to a factory and take photos inside.
If she can deliver the photos to the client, she can get a handsome reward.
Although Jessica thought about contacting the police after seeing the things produced in the factory, the client gave her too much.
So she plans to expose this evil production base after completing the commission.
Unfortunately, even though she could fly, she was still targeted by a bullseye who happened to be nearby.
Jessica had long lost her will to fight under the torture of the Purple Man.
Even though Zi Ren's head was crushed by Bulkeso, she didn't become much stronger. It can only be said that she was barely able to live a normal life after she just got rid of the shadow.
If it weren't for the ability to fly, Jessica would have had more than just a few wounds on her body.
Jessica didn't want others to bear this disaster for her, but she couldn't fly away directly in the crowd, so she spent a lot of effort to escape from the urban environment and came to Bulqueso according to her recent habit.
Outside the blacksmith shop.
At least from this place she could take off without causing too much of a commotion.
Bulcaisel could feel the annoying evil in Bullseye, so he waved the agent in front of him away and walked in the direction of Bullseye.
"Boy, you better know what you have done."
Bulcaisel's thunderous voice attracted Bullseye's attention. The purpose of his voice was just to tell this sinful boy not to remain confused after death.
The flying knife in Bullseye's hand disappeared directly between his hands and flew straight towards Bulcasso's throat.
Bullseye is a real villain who has no respect for life. If he hadn't been interested in Jessica's superpowers, Jessica wouldn't have been able to escape from his hands all night.
Quick and sharp, he can almost catch up with the barbarian recruits who have just learned how to throw weapons, but there is a big difference in strength.
This is what Bulqueso said about bullseye throwing.
Bulcasso caught the flying knife casually, as easily as he was chasing away flies.
Then the flying knife flew back with the electric light.
Weapon throwing is a fighting skill of barbarians. Bulqueso rarely uses this little skill. Most of the time, he only uses it occasionally when he is betting with Vera.
But Bulcaisel's throwing knife is no simple thing.
Weapon throwing·brute force throwing!
Endowed with immense power and thunder, this flying knife carries the aura of destroying everything.
If Vera's flying knives can accurately hit vital points and cause astonishingly huge damage, then Bulcasso's flying knives are probably powerful flying bricks.
Even if it can't kill a demon, it can also make the demon feel the pain of being hit by a huge force.