Lawyer Matthew Murdoch grabbed the suit jacket on the ground and carefully wiped it clean with the mace on his hand.
He felt that this blunt weapon was much more comfortable to wield than a hand axe.
There is no need to consider the direction of the blade, and there is no need to worry about accidentally injuring yourself while swinging it.
Matthew, who devoted himself to killing for the first time, was unapologetic about killing.
After all, the stench on those guys made him just want to knock down the enemies in front of him harder.
"I'm tired of it. Why are these guys so endless?"
Matthew Murdock threw the clothes in his hand, which were little better than a rag, to the floor and muttered.
"Bulkessor seemed to have left just now? Is there something going on with Rumlow?"
Matthew swung the mace in his hand. As the battle continued, he felt that this weapon was a bit unsightly.
With constant fighting and Matthew's increased strength, this mace has undergone some changes, such as it is no longer straight, and there are deep and shallow scratches on it.
This is just a toy that Bulcaisel puts on the shelf waiting to be sold, and cannot be regarded as real equipment.
But compared to that hand ax, apart from not being strong enough, there is nothing different about it.
Anyway, the enemy can be dispatched in one go.
Because of his personal usage habits, Matthew prefers this guy.
"Um, is Bulcasso here?"
Colson appeared in front of the blacksmith's shop with a look of embarrassment. Looking at the piles of corpses on the ground and a few living people with twisted limbs and still breathing, he was a little unbelievable.
"Is your name Coulson?"
Matthew asked directly.
"Yes, I have something to do with Bulcasso. There is an enemy in SHIELD, and we need his power."
Coulson spoke very quickly, and Coulson, who was basically excluded from the battle sequence, was very anxious at this time.
"Matthew, Matthew Murdoch. My name."
Matthew still had sunglasses on his face, so Coulson couldn't see his eyes.
But judging from the body that apparently died from blunt force blows and the mace in Matthew's hand, Coulson didn't think Matthew was a very kind person.
Coulson was transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Rangers. It was not like he had never seen a tragic battlefield. But this was the first time he had seen something so miserable.
"Mr. Murdoch, where is Bulcasso?"
Coulson calmed down from the panting after running fast.
The walkie-talkies left behind by beekeepers were damaged after just one use.
Unable to contact his boss, Coulson decided to find a way out on his own.
"Probably in your SHIELD agency. By the way, do you have any alcohol on you?"
Matthew put the bent mace on his shoulder and said to Coulson.
"I'm really in a hurry...you said Bulcaisel is already in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Colson was stunned for a moment.
"If Rumlow is the SHIELD guy you're talking about, then you're right. Do you have any alcohol on you?"
Matthew wanted to take a swig. What he was thinking about was who could defeat Rumlow, so Bulcasso had to go and see.
When Matthew and Luke were on the Holy Mountain, they were knocked down every time they sparred with Rumlow.
He wanted to know who was so brave that he could defeat Rumlow.
"I don't have any alcohol on me. If you are willing to send me to SHIELD, I will treat you to a drink."
Colson looked at Matthew, who was covered in blood, and felt a little nervous.
"Then please go buy me some wine first. It doesn't have to be too good, just enough."
Matthew picked up his wallet from the pool of blood on the ground, opened it and fumbled with it before throwing the entire wallet to Coulson.
The banknotes inside were soaked and he couldn't tell what denomination they were.
"When you buy it, we will set off."
Matthew took off the mace and prepared for battle.
Colson looked at the banknotes that were completely soaked in blood and felt a little embarrassed.
Even if the money is real, no one dares to accept it.
Then two teams of beekeepers appeared in Coulson's sight, and they were attacking each other.
From time to time someone would fall down, as if a minion had fallen down and stiffened.
Coulson had seen them, but couldn't figure out the situation.
At this time, a group of ninjas suddenly appeared in the beekeeper's team, killed the guys in the way, and then rushed towards Matthew.
"Xia!"
Matthew threw away his arms and faced him directly.
"By the way, after I deal with them, I want to see the wine."
Matthew didn't forget to look back and add something.
Bucky in the blacksmith shop suddenly opened the door and looked at Coulson.
"Bucky Barnes!?"
As a die-hard fan of Captain America, Coulson knew everything about Captain America by heart, and he recognized the identity of Bucky Barnes just by looking at each other.
Matthew has already made contact with those ninjas.
Kabutou knocked the unlucky guy in front of him into ashes with a hammer, and then plunged into the arms of another ninja.
Although Matthew couldn't fully master the charging technique because his body wasn't strong enough, the ninja didn't have the ability to withstand such a violent impact.
Matthew's performance can be directly described as devastating.
A blue portal suddenly lit up, and Bulcaisel in armor came back.
The matter at SHIELD was basically solved. All the agents from top to bottom, under Rumlow's identification, left corpses on the ground.
Of course, the corpses are only a few of the people here. Perhaps Rumlow himself was taught by Tarik, and he just broke the hands of those who were not so hopeless.
Burcasso got bored of waiting and came back first.
The Immortal King's armor instantly disappeared from Bulcasso's body, and Coulson saw with his own eyes for the first time Bulcaisel's method of traveling between the two places.
It's just that Nick Fury probably won't be thinking about this kind of ability now.
"Bulkess, I need to go to SHIELD immediately, can you help me..."
Before he finished speaking, Coulson saw the killer monkey held in Bulkessot's hand.
As mentioned before, Coulson is a fan of Captain America, so he also knows Killer Monkey.
"You killed it?"
Colson couldn't believe it.
"Huh? You mean this monkey?"
Bulcaisel mentioned the killer monkey and shook it, looking at Coulson with a puzzled expression.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The soul of a monkey suddenly appeared on Bulcaisel's shoulder, baring its teeth and claws at Colson.
"I redeemed it."
Bulcaisel reached out and teased the killer monkey's soul.
A monkey can be considered longevity if he can live for twenty years, but the killer monkey has been active for more than sixty years?
It's just an ordinary monkey, but it just signed a contract with the devil.
Every time a soul is given to hell, it will gain one month of life.
As the brothers of druids, barbarians have a pretty good relationship with natural creatures, as long as they are not angry.