Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith shop. He originally came in with a better mentality than nothing.
After all, for this guy with copper skin and iron bones, even guns can hardly harm his body.
Therefore, he has a contemptuous attitude towards cold weapons.
It wasn't until he tried to pick up a hand ax and try to shave his beard that the inch-long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.
"Damn it, what's going on with these weapons!"
After Luke Cage felt the pain from the wound on his face, he immediately took out the butterfly knife in his pocket and tried it.
Being accustomed to superpowers, he first thought that his superpowers had failed. It was not until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand could not even scratch his fingers that he realized that the problem was not with him.
He held the small hand ax that left a wound on his face with a solemn expression. He grabbed the end of the ax and tried to swing it.
Although he didn't know that the hand ax should be held slightly below the ax head during combat, this did not prevent him from feeling the excellence of this axe.
The simple swing gave him a hearty feeling, and for a while he was intoxicated in the joy of wielding the handaxe.
This feeling even gave him the illusion that he was a cold weapon master.
Luke Cage, who finally came to his senses, turned his attention to the weapons piled up randomly, and he had a terrible thought.
After several attempts, he had to admit with some pain that his superpowers were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the weapons forged by Bulcaisel.
"How can this be?"
Luke Cage stabbed his thigh hard with his butterfly knife. He didn't believe it until he heard the crisp metal snapping sound of the expensive butterfly knife.
He didn't pay attention to the gauntlets and shields stacked on one side. All his attention was attracted by these sharp weapons.
But for him, he may not be able to feel the power that those armors can enhance.
After all, he can completely ignore ordinary firearms and the like.
So he didn't expect that a piece of armor could provide a safety guarantee for his respected father Zach.
After picking and choosing, Luke Cage finally chose the hand ax he held at the beginning. This kind of violent guy seemed to be more to his liking.
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"Mr. Bulcasso, I chose this."
Luke Cage uses that somewhat weird honorific, and I don’t know which movie he learned it from.
But this did not prevent him from showing respect to Bulquesso.
"So, how are you going to repay me?"
Bulcaisu came to take a look at Luke Cage and had no idea what he had chosen. He was focused on forging and was tapping an iron ring with a small hammer.
"If I can solve those troubles, I will return it and work for you for free for three months. I think my strength can at least reduce some trivial work for you."
Luke Cage's words made Bulkesso feel relieved. If he could return the power he had gained, then this guy would not be a greedy troublemaker.
"Then that's it."
Bulcaisel finally turned around, looked directly into Luke Cage's eyes and spoke.
Barbarians will not be stingy in respecting people of noble character.
Without even looking at the ring on the iron felt, Bulcasso stuffed it back into the stove with the tongs.
"Remember to tell old Zach that if anything happens to him, he can come and stay at my place for a few days."
Bulcaisel waved to Luke Cage and told him to leave quickly.
Next comes the most important time to forge unity.
Giving power to a legend is no simple matter.
Each of these has the power of a long story, and it requires some careful work to condense it into equipment.
Generally speaking, the forging of jewelry is done by the gem craftsman. Coan Shen, who is known as the God of Thieves, has a pair of skillful hands that others cannot match.
For Burquesso, forging jewelry is another method, such as using a hammer to forge this ring into a unique shape.
Although Gil was still some distance away from the stove, the heat still made him sweat a lot.
But he still tried hard to see clearly the forging process of Bulcaisuo, because his training weapon would be born soon.
Although he was a little concerned about why it was necessary to knock out a ring before forging a weapon.
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"So you came back like this?"
Nick Fury asked Melinda who was standing in front of him.
"Sir, I have been transferred from the field department. This kind of task should not be performed by a clerk like me."
Melinda stood up straight, her eyes not squinting.
Looks more like a soldier than an agent.
"Okay, I will arrange for others to continue this matter. You can go ahead and do your work first."
Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he had a headache.
Melinda turned around and walked out of the office without any intention of dragging her feet.
"Colson, come here."
Nick Fury watched Melinda slam the door and walked out, and could only call out to his most trusted subordinates.
"Director, can I come in for a moment?"
Before Coulson came over, Nick Fury heard Rumlow's voice.
This made him a little confused. After all, according to Rumlow's medical report, he should still be receiving treatment in the hospital at this time. As for the review after the mission, it would usually not be carried out until he recovered.
"Come in Rumlow."
Nick Fury could only let Rumlow in first. No matter why he came to his office at this time, he needed to hear what Rumlow was going to say.
Rumlow pushed open the door with some difficulty. On the day he came back, the finger tiger and the spirit stone had been handed over.
He was able to reach this place at this time entirely because of his indestructible willpower.
Nick Fury looked at Rumlow's difficult actions and showed no intention of getting up to help.
To put it nicely, it is called respecting the wishes of colleagues, but to be more realistic, it means that he needs to maintain a safe distance.
"So what did you come here to say?"
Nick Fury was sitting at his desk, still wearing the black leather jacket on a hot day. I wonder if the air conditioning in SHIELD was particularly efficient, so he could maintain this weird style.
Rumlow shivered, the temperature inside was a bit unbearable for a wounded man like him.
"I would like to request the use of those two pieces of equipment until I recover."
Rumlow dragged his shoulders that were clamped by various fixed boards and said with some difficulty.
The damage to his lungs made it difficult for him to speak loudly.
"You know the process. You should just file a report instead of showing up in my office with your seriously injured body."
Nick Fury frowned. Ever since Rumlow returned, he felt something had changed in Rumlow.
Although it seemed that he was no different from his previous performance, Nick Fury believed his suspicions.
He remains suspicious of everyone and everything, and even his most trusted subordinates are just lower on his list of suspicions.
The life motto of this secret agent king may be that nothing in the world is worthy of trust.
It was as if he would never tell others the truth about losing an eye, but said that the eye was the price for trusting others.
Maybe because it’s cooler to say it that way?
Or maybe the truth is just too ridiculous. Of course, it could also be that the cat is also SHIELD's top secret, so he made up a story.
