"Now you're satisfied? Rumlow? ”

Nick Fury slumped in his chair and said weakly as he watched Rumlow return to his office after cleaning up in S.H.I.E.L.D. with a sigh of relief.

"You don't want to give the truth to ordinary people, but I'm going to do it."

As he spoke, Rumlow slashed his axe on Nick Fury's desk and sat down directly on the table.

Leaning down, he stared at Nick Fury and said in a somewhat cold tone.

Steve took the shape-shifting shield in his hand and stood aside as if trying to do something, but just didn't say a word.

He already knew what the previous conflict was for.

Captain America is never afraid of sacrifice, but only if the person who sacrifices is himself.

So he didn't have much of an identity with Nick Fury after he knew the truth.

Even if he tried to persuade Rumlow, he didn't know what to say.

"The Security Council and the military are coming, you know what to say, right? As for the guys in the branch, I won't do it myself, you know my insistence. ”

Rumlow looked at Nick Fury with a threat in his eyes.

Nick Fury had a pager in his hand, as if he wanted to type something, and Rumlow smiled disdainfully at his hesitation.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. still has its value, but it must be contained."

"You've cleaned it up yourself, do you have any other requirements?" Nick Fury replied coldly.

The sharp pain in his body was still there.

Because of Bourkeso's arrival, many of Nick Fury's orders have not been executed.

Like getting Barbara to contact Coulson.

All of the agents were left behind in S.H.I.E.L.D., and had just been liquidated by Rumlow.

All S.H.I.E.L.D. branches are now under the control of the Security Council and the military, pending a follow-up investigation.

As for Hill and Dugan, they are now being examined by the medical department, and their injuries are not minor at all.

"After that, I won't be here as an agent anymore, I'm going to be an apprentice blacksmith."

Rumlow pulled out a pack of brand new cigarettes from Nick Fury's desk, which Pierce had put in.

He took one out and stuffed it into his mouth, and then said to Nick Fury:

"The captain has to have oversight authority, and I still think he's the best shield bearer in the world."

Rumlow tried to light a cigarette, but he couldn't find a lighter.

He didn't smoke before, but now he wants to smoke one.

He wanted to experience why Dugan, a hard-core veteran, stubbornly lit a cigar without even a scream under that kind of injury.

Does tobacco really have any miracle effects?

Duggan may have compromised with Nick Fury, but the veteran still deserves respect.

"Rumlow, I will still testify before the judge and vouch for you."

Steve finally made up his mind, and he walked over and took the cigarette from Rumlow's mouth, and said solemnly.

"Einsatzgruppen Captain Rumlow has been killed under the wise leadership of Director Nick Fury, and a fierce battle has taken place between Hydra and agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and in the end, good has triumphed over evil. Isn't such a script bad? ”

Rumlow patted the director's desk, a little free.

"If you're really dead, that's fine."

Nick Fury said coldly.

"My road to salvation is coming to an end, and when S.H.I.E.L.D. is reorganized, please come and tell me, and I will wait for your news at the blacksmith shop."

"By the way, don't forget to get the surviving agents to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Rumlow patted Steve on the shoulder and said in a relaxed and mocking tone.

"You don't look like you roared right now."

Steve had a smile on his face, as if relieved?

"You're exactly what the brochure says."

Rumlow tugged at his lips, then pulled out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, broke off the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"That Bucky, when are you going to take it?"

Rumlow said as he handed the bottle to Steve.

"Also, don't forget to go to the blacksmith shop to clean up, and settle the wages of my 'martyrdom', and I still owe a lawyer's service fee."

"I always thought the blacksmith was a weapons research institute."

Steve took the remaining half of the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Didn't I say that? It's just a simple blacksmith's shop. ”

Rumlow jumped off the table, reaching out to snatch his tomahawk.

With a click, only the axe handle was in Rumlow's hand, and the new soldier's battle axe was finally dead.

This was the first time in the history of barbarians.

Finally there is a newbie tomahawk that has run out of durability, and it is worth sprinkling flowers to celebrate.

"Well, it looks like you're going to have to pay me a sum of money to buy weapons."

Rumlow said to Nick Fury, whose face was getting more and more ugly.

The shards of the axe fell and hit Nick Fury's head.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has limited funding."

Nick Fury replied.

"If you build two less safe houses and a secret base, you'll have plenty of money."

Rumlow tossed the handle of the axe onto the table, then waved goodbye to Steve.

"Think of it as if you took the cost of my crystal bottle, black-hearted bastard!"

Rumlow left the office with that.

Captain America Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you fix my shield?"

Steve placed the dented shield on the table.

The place where he was hit was dented, and he couldn't hold the shield with one arm in the same way he had done before.

Before, I took off the shield and cut the belt on my arm directly.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is underfunded."

"Then you'll have to build two more safe houses and secret bases."

Steve responded.

He also didn't like Nick Fury's way of doing things.

Rumlow was already standing in the elevator doorway.

When he got on the elevator, he didn't feel very well.

"Ding Dong~"

Melinda May's figure appeared in front of Rumlow.

"Archives."

The elevator starts moving with voice instructions.

"I guess there won't be any inexplicable people this time."

Rumlow muttered quietly.

This was followed by a quiet time.

Just as the elevator was about to reach the floor of the archives, Melinda spoke.

"I just wanted to tell you that it's a personal vendetta!"

Melinda took the Knuckle and slammed it down on Rumlow's abdomen.

Before she could do anything, the elevator door reached the archives.

"Congratulations on surviving and accomplishing the 'redemption' you wanted, Rumlow."

Melinda withdrew her hand and tossed the Knuckles to Rumlow.

"Thanks, I don't think the agent might be a good fit for your personality, you might as well consider resigning."

Rumlow caught the Knuckle and threw it back.

"I'll think about it."

The elevator doors closed slowly.

Rumlow leaned against the armrest behind him and whistled.