"So you told Mariahiel part of the news?"

Rumlow leaned back in his chair, supporting his body with only two chair legs.

Dugan looked at Rumlow with a twinkle in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"There will definitely be Hydra people in the World Security Council, and doing so will allow them to expose more flaws."

"But it also means that you told Hydra that someone noticed their presence."

Rumlow sat up straight, pressed his hands on the table, and stared into Dugan's eyes.

"Most of the agents in key positions in S.H.I.E.L.D. are already Hydra people, do you think it would be a good idea to seek support from the outside world?"

Dugan lit his cigar, and the smoke rushed out of his nostrils and hit Rumlow's face.

"Or else? Can a dozen of us alone fight Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D.? I'm not that arrogant yet. ”

Dugan took a breath and added calmly:

"Nick Fury's presence is one of Hydra's biggest umbrellas. We can't stand up to an entire S.H.I.E.L.D. agency. ”

Rumlow could only nod his head to express his approval of the second half of the sentence, how many black technologies in S.H.I.E.L.D. that can't be seen are even though Nick Fury can't figure it out.

Just hearing that Nick Fury was completely branded as a hydra, he wanted to laugh a little.

"So, aren't you going to look for Howard's son? That playboy isn't one of those things to be easily settled. ”

"Who among us will be able to see him? Do you want Peggy, who is lying in a hospital bed, to go? Besides, this kid is nothing but money and creativity, can he be expected to rush to the front with a weapon? ”

Dugan didn't like Anthony Edward Stark very much, and even tried to call him "Tony" and wouldn't get a response.

This kid had lost contact with this group of veterans a long time ago, not to mention that there was not much affection left for a long time.

Only those who the kid approves, at least those whose names he remembers, can call him Tony, and everyone else doesn't necessarily get his attention even if they just shout "Mr. Stark".

"At least he has the money."

Rumlow uttered the sentence slowly, and the slow tone made it seem to carry a lot of weight.

"Yes, in this country, having money can solve all the troubles, and if you can't solve it, you won't be rich enough."

Dugan pinched some of the excessively dry cigars in his hands.

If he had been rich, he wouldn't have to smoke a cigar several times.

"But what reason does he have for giving you money? He wouldn't care about that. ”

In fact, no matter who rules the world, a guy like Tony will not lose his wealth.

Even Hydra would not brainwash scientists at this level, after all, if the brainwashing is broken, who is it?

The brains of the Stark family are the most important treasure, and they cannot be taken away.

……

"Mr. Bourkeso, your driver's license is here, Agent Coulson has been busy lately and doesn't have time to send it to you personally."

An agent in a black suit respectfully handed over his driver's license to Bourkeso, and then glanced at the pickup truck next to him, which didn't even have glass, but was very eye-catching, and was a little envious.

"Okay, thank Coulson for me, remember to tell him to come to me if he is free, I have a gift for him."

Bourkeso 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 look at it.

"Damn bastard, if you get one more step closer to me, I'll put your head down the toilet and flush it!"

Jessica Jones's voice suddenly sounded, and her words were full of lust.

Beside her, a guy who didn't look like a good guy was confronting her.

Bourkeso was able to see multiple penetrating wounds on Jessica's body, which did not seem to affect her movements.

"It's a bullseye!"

The agent took a look at it and directly revealed the man's identity.

After all, it's not common for a villain like this idiot to leave a mark on his head.

In order not to draw attention to the bullseye, his voice was only audible to Bourkeso.

"You should know what's in your camera, right? It's a shame that you dared to talk to me like that after running away all night. ”

Bullseye said to Jessica Jones with a bit of casualness. A throwing knife in his hand was swirling along his fingertips.

Jessica Jones, who is a private investigator, this time because she received a mysterious commission to go to a factory to take pictures inside.

If she could give the photos to the client, she would get a good payment.

Although Jessica thought about contacting the police after seeing what was being produced in the factory, the client gave too much.

So she plans to expose this criminal production base after the commission.

Unfortunately, although she was able to fly, she was targeted by a bullseye that happened to be nearby.

Jessica has long since lost the will to fight under the torture of the Purple Man.

Even though the purple man had been trampled on by Bourkeso, she hadn't become much stronger, and it could only be said that she had just gotten out of the shadows and was barely able to live a normal life.

If it weren't for the ability to fly, Jessica would have more than just a few wounds on her body.

Jessica didn't want anyone else to bear the disaster for her, but she couldn't just fly away in the crowd, so it took a lot of effort for her to escape the city environment, and she made her way to the blacksmith shop in Bourkeso, as was the most recent custom.

At least in this place she can take off directly without causing too much commotion.

Bourkeso could sense the annoying guilt in Bullseye's body, so he waved away the agent in front of him and walked in the direction of Bullseye.

"Boy, you'd better know what you've done."

Bourkeso's thunderous voice caught Bullseye's attention. The purpose of his voice was only to tell this boy who was full of sin not to be confused when he died.

The knife in Bullseye's hand disappeared directly between his hands, flying straight towards Bourkeso's throat.

Bullseye is a real villain who has no fear of life. If he hadn't been interested in Jessica's superpowers, Jessica wouldn't have been able to escape from him all night.

Swift and sharp, almost catching up with the barbarian recruits who had just learned to throw weapons, but the difference in strength was a bit much.

That's what Bourkeso had to say about bullseye throwing.

Bourkeso caught the knife with ease, as easily as he drove away a fly.

Then the knife flew back with an electric light.

Weapon throwing is a barbarian's fighting skill, and Bourkeso doesn't use this skill very often, most of the time when he is playing with Vera and only occasionally uses it.

But Bourkeso's throwing knives are no simple thing.

Weapon Throwing: Brute Force Throwing!

The immense power and the gift of thunder give this flying knife the momentum to destroy everything.

If Vera's throwing knives can accurately hit the vital points to deal astonishingly large damage, then Bourkeso's throwing knives are probably powerful flying bricks.

Piercing an undead demon can also make the demon feel the pain of being hit by a great force.

"Bang!"