"Father Anderson, you should know what kind of enemies we may face. Go"
A man dressed as a bishop spoke in a somewhat unreal tone to the respectful Father Alexander Anderson.
"I will only send them to death. I don't want to say anything else."
Father Anderson was surrounded by a ball of pages and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Recently, the church has received many reports of vampire sightings, and the priests in Section 13 are all very busy.
Outside the gate of Helsing Institution, Colson got into a temporary car and watched a dark van drive into Helsing's gate.
A tall man dressed in bright red and wearing a top hat got out of the car, tilted his head and glanced at Coulson, with a somewhat irritated look in his eyes.
Other people carried a coffin from the car and were walking inside.
The man was extremely handsome and had an icy aura about him.
As an elite agent, Coulson knew very well the principle of "don't delve into things you shouldn't care about", so he turned his head as if he hadn't seen anything.
His communication with the Heising organization is not considered a failure, at least the business card in his hand can explain it. If he insists on exploring the internal affairs of Heising, it will only add to the trouble.
"Director, I am returning now. Hexin will appear on the battlefield when they are needed."
Colson simply reported into the phone.
"I thought you could do better, so come back first. Your strength is still needed now."
Nick Fury didn't say much on the phone. After a simple conversation, he turned his eyes to the man in front of him.
Bucky Barnes!
Although he was not sure whether this resurrection operation would have any serious side effects, this man could now be used as a force for SHIELD.
"Bucky, I think you should have understood the current situation."
Nick Fury glanced at the metal arm that was barely repaired and felt a little dissatisfied.
Obviously this arm is not as powerful as it was at the beginning, but Bucky's own combat power is enough to make up for the lack of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I thought I could die with peace of mind."
Bucky looked at the black bald head in front of him, feeling a little dissatisfied.
"You think your mistakes can be ended by death?"
Nick Fury handed over a report on the table.
Bucky came over and took the file, then looked at it briefly.
"Hydra has never been an organization that can be easily eliminated. They may be bigger than you think."
Bucky placed the document in his hand directly on the table. He was equally hostile to Hydra.
"Then do one thing and I will give you the relevant content."
After Nick Fury finished speaking, he quietly looked at the Winter Soldier in front of him and said nothing.
…
The only sound in the silent space was Jessica's heavy breathing.
The feeling of fear gradually spreading in the darkness drove her almost crazy.
She took the food from her waist and wiped off the stinky pus from the zombies on it. Jessica took a bite of it without caring about anything.
Food can bring energy and can dispel the uneasiness from the bottom of your heart to some extent.
As for the smell, Jessica couldn't notice it at all, and panic began to peel away her rationality bit by bit.
“Will death be salvation?”
Jessica curled up, and above her head there were constant sounds of zombies scratching the door panel with their skeletons.
This kind of movement was approaching her little by little.
There is no doubt that the devil has wisdom. This door cannot always protect her cowardice. Despair while waiting will not change anything.
The zombies will cut through the iron plate which is not very tough, and eventually the trial will return to the battle.
The only people who were watching the projection on the Holy Mountain were Steve, who had just arrived with Korik, and Hawkeye and Natasha, who had just arrived.
The rest of the ancestors were not interested in watching a boring wait.
Even the owner of the secret realm, Orak, has disappeared. Who cares about the despair of a girl who is on the verge of death?
Doing nothing is the biggest mistake.
"What's that doing?"
Steve looked at the projected image and tightened the shield in his hand.
"Trial to see if she is qualified to gain power."
Kolik didn't want to waste any time on this topic.
"Lock a young girl into darkness? Do you want her to break down?"
Natasha spoke directly. It had become her instinct to try to obtain information at any time.
"It's her own choice, and what are you going to do?"
Bulqueso walked up to him. He just wanted to say hello to Colic, but he heard some unpleasant remarks.
So he spoke coldly to the people in front of him.
Since he stayed on the Holy Mountain, he would see for himself what it would be like to be a person who climbed the Holy Mountain.
After all, the current situation is different from before, and no one can say whether Malthael will suddenly appear in this world.
Training of new recruits must continue after all.
The aura of Steve, a veteran, is quite pure, and kindness dominates the majority.
The chaotic good and evil in Natasha and Hawkeye are somewhat complicated.
Although these two people were generally kind, the vague sinfulness made Bulcasio curl his lips.
"Bulkeso."
The name came out of Natasha's mouth.
Although she only saw this name from Coulson's information, who else could be alive on the holy mountain besides his incredible strength?
Steve heard this title and took a careful look at Bulcasso in front of him.
Although this was not the first time they met, Bulcaisuo's entire body was covered by armor at that time.
Especially before, he was still full of pale beard and hair, but now it has turned into brilliant gold.
He needs to make a judgment.
"I remember you, the guy who always wanted to charge forward with a shield."
Bulcaisel said to Steve.
Among the three people, only Steve could make him look good.
"That was you?"
Steve subconsciously raised the shield in his hand and blocked Hawkeye and Natasha.
"Relax, you don't need to be alert."
Kolik said this.
Although he and Bulcaisel were not boring gourds, they were obviously not very good at communicating with ordinary people.
The living environment of barbarians means that they will not deliberately cater to other people's emotions, except for Vader, who is a businessman.
"Look at this rough shield! I feel it is necessary for you to choose one of my items, even though I have lost them."
Vader appeared nearby with a brisk voice, reaching out and tapping the shield in Steve's hand.
"Looks like it was destroyed by Bulcasso?"
Vader felt the remaining breath of Bulcaisel on the shield.
Although the punch did not use much force at that time, no one would ignore the traces left by Bulcaisel wearing the suit of the Immortal King.
"May I ask what your name is?"
Natasha said to Vader with a smile on her face, and there was some blush on her cheeks.
No one can tell whether she is frozen or has some unique way of showing off her charm.
"Vida, my name is Vader. This lady's weapons don't seem to be very good either."
Vader dealt with Natasha casually, but the weapons hidden on Natasha could not escape the barbarian's eyes.
A beautiful woman was nothing to these ancestors.
"It's better to go back to blacksmithing than stay here."
Bulcaisel spoke vaguely, but the appearance of Vader put an end to his conversation.
"We are here to find Rumlow, Bulcasso... Sir, can you tell me where Rumlow is?"
Steve shouted to Bulcaisuo who had just opened the portal. He hesitated slightly in calling Bulcaisuo.
They are not here to investigate the news this time. SHIELD lacks power. If they can convince Rumlow, it will be a very good supplement.
Bulcaisel stopped walking through the portal and looked back at Steve.
"I don't like your behavior, even though I can understand it."
Then Bulcaisel walked into the portal without hesitation.
The weather is nice today, so I'm going to build something like a seat belt for that pickup truck.
The barbarians have certainly seen what organizations like SHIELD do, just like when facing an unstoppable enemy, soldiers who hate the barbarians will come running for help.
I can understand it, but I don't agree with it.
You must know that the barbarians did not seek help from those mages even when they were surrounded by Baal on the Holy Mountain.
Even after sacrificing the lives of the elders, little results were achieved, but the barbarians would not regret not seeking help.
"Rumlow is with Madoc."
Korik looked at Steve in front of him and said solemnly.
Tarik did not accompany his heirs, but asked them to follow Maddock to the dormitory.
Madoc's mood obviously improved a lot after Luke left the secret realm alive.
Now he is chatting with those boys.
Tarik was still looking at the three people in front of him repeatedly. He wanted to know who was the guy the Holy Mountain was talking about.
He was really looking forward to getting an heir.
"It seems that Bulqueso's attitude towards you is not very good."
Vader shook the messy hair on his head and planned to leave here directly.
Bulcaisel's attitude can largely represent the attitude of barbarians, except for those ancestors who have legends.
Those guys will only obey the orders of the Immortal King. Apart from the orders, they don't care what other people think.
And Vader is just a businessman, even though he was once a good adventurer.
"Rumlow is over there, I'll take you there."
Kolik originally planned to let Vader lead the way, but Vader chose Bulcaisel's attitude, so he had to let him lead the way himself.
He has nothing to do now anyway.
"I think people here have always had a bad attitude toward us."
Hawkeye thought of the agent who was smashed by a boulder from Olongus, and whispered.
"It's just because your behavior is annoying."
Korik threw out three loaves of black bread, then turned around and walked ahead.
Although sharing battles is the highest treatment barbarians treat their friends, followed by sharing weapons and spirits.
But giving food at least shows that the barbarians are not hostile.
The recruits in these shelters know it.
…
"How strong was that big rat when he was alive?"
After Luke drank the medicine bottle, he sat cross-legged on the bed and asked Madoc. Although he was still worried about Jessica Jones, he had no intention of watching the projection.
It's more appropriate to talk about normal things at this time.
Matthew and Rumlow were also interested in this question.
"You mean Hamelin? When that guy was alive, no one wanted to cause trouble for him."
Madoc looked at Luke sitting cross-legged in front of him and said casually.
If Orak hadn't been sent to Hamelin by the Potion of Endless Chaos at that time, he wouldn't have paid the price of his life to get rid of this big rat.
"Have you felt the power of the shadow rats? Those nasty little things will not disappear while they are alive."
As Madoc spoke, he stuck the giant ax in his hand on the ground and motioned for Luke to come over and try it.
Luke immediately ran over, stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of the giant axe.
"ha!"
Luke's black face turned purple, but the giant ax did not move.
"Only when you can pick it up can you take a look at the living Hamelin from a distance."
Madoc said with a smile.
"What's it called?"
"Madoc's sorrow!"
A hoarse female voice sounded, and Leiko strode in.
This room was once a barbarian dormitory, so the space was not cramped.
After all, barbarians always like to compete, and there is not much space for them to stay here.
"Ancestor Leiko."
Matthew stood up immediately. Although he couldn't feel the existence of "Madoc's Sorrow", he could still do it when he heard Leiko's voice.
"cut."
Madoc stood up, pushed Luke aside, and raised his weapon.
"Madoc, do you plan to be beaten by me again?"
The shadow of the ferocious pauldron on Leiko's shoulder is looming.
Luke looked at Leiko in front of him and clicked his tongue.
Leiko's threat seemed to him to be a very bizarre thing. After all, in his heart, Madoc was one of the top ancestors on the Holy Mountain.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Madoc screamed as if his tail had been stepped on.
The giant ax in his hand was in front of him, and he was always on guard against Leiko rushing forward.
"You're not afraid that I won't stop you from defeating me, Madoc. I'm going to take this kid to a trial, so you'd better stop talking nonsense."
Lei Keyi stated the facts, and then left the dormitory with Matthew.
Leiko watched the secret team formation just now from a distance.
She was not very satisfied with Matthew's performance.
"Madoc, can you tell us her story?"
Rumlow found a topic to resolve Madoc's embarrassment. Although he did not name her, everyone knew that he was talking about Leiko.
"That savage widow."
When Madoc said this, he finally understood the trick of whispering in a low voice that only he could hear.
"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.
When he was flipping through SHIELD information, he saw an interesting piece of information.
An information about the superpower team.
That team is called the "Avengers".
"Somewhat interested."
Rumlow walked up to Steve with a serious tone.
He is interested in this team.
"But this team cannot be a sharp knife in the hands of others. As a shield, it is barely enough."
…
At this time, in front of the gate of the Holy Mountain, a somewhat thin and slovenly man tightened his windbreaker and was warming himself in front of the brazier left by Kerik.
When he traveled to the foot of the Holy Mountain, he felt the tranquility and peace of mind that he had not seen for a long time.
So I embarked on this mountaineering journey determinedly. Now I was hungry and cold. Fortunately, a burning brazier appeared in front of me.
