"Jill, I still have business to do, and I may not be able to come to see you often during this time."

On the street not far from the blacksmith shop, Frank Custer was holding Jill's face with both hands and talking with a serious face.

Gil had already been prepared for parting, and after seeing death, he knew that he could only stay by Bourkeso's side now.

Although he was reluctant to give up on his father, he nodded seriously.

Since his father said that there was something to do, it was true, and he knew that his father would never lie to him.

"Go, go back over there. My comrade-in-arms told me that guy should be trusted. ”

Frank lied, and Nick Fury only told him through Coulson that Bourkeso was very strong and was acting like a good guy at the moment.

Even Coulson specifically reminded him not to touch Jill and Bourkeso at this time.

But out of the feelings of a father, he still appeared here and met his son.

But it seems that his son is doing well at the moment, and the guy named Boulkeso is a good guy as Coulson said.

If it's true about being strong, it couldn't be better.

Because he was going to avenge his family, it would be good news if his only son could have someone to protect him at this time.

Frank watched his son walk towards Bourkesso, a little reluctant in his eyes.

The outpouring of feelings when facing family members is enough for now.

Next up is the Avenger who kills in a skull T-shirt.

……

"When you get back, go and drink the milk on the table, and then go to rest early."

Bourkeso didn't say much, but urged Jill to hurry back into the house.

"By the way, the practice that fell today will be made up tomorrow."

Bourkeso added, and Jill obediently did as he was told.

Bourkeso sat down on the bench and gave Frank a deep look.

He is still a little curious about this superhero who is most suitable as a commander in this ancient mouth.

The smoke and traces of war on Frank's body made Bourkeso nod his head, especially which guy didn't have any evil aura on his body, which made him very satisfied.

A decent warrior who can kill the enemy without hesitation, this is what Bourqueso said about Frank.

Such guys appear in piles in shelters, and as for the tactical command?

Bourkeso had never been exposed to any of this, and when faced with demons, the barbarians would only choose to rush straight ahead.

Where did they come from, tactics and other things, they still need to spend energy thinking about it.

Frank and Bourqueso looked at each other and then turned to leave.

All he knew about Bourkeso was information from his old comrades, but the sight of each other alone gave him a sense of invincibility.

So he believed in his old comrades-in-arms.

That guy is a bastard though!

……

"Director, Frank has gone to contact Bourkeso."

Coulson stood in front of Nick Fury's eyes and said this.

He knew why his superiors had asked him to contact Frank specifically, just to use him to send a message of kindness to that guy.

After completing the task of his superiors well, he naturally wanted to come to the office to report.

As for what he knew about Bourkeso's investigation, he had given all the footage to Agent Hill, and he would watch it himself when Nick Fury needed it.

"I've asked you to investigate the insider's operations, do you have any results?"

Nick Fury stared at Coulson with a pair of eyes like a wolf looking at his prey.

"When did you ask me to do this?"

Coulson replied with his usual smile.

"You go get busy first."

Nick lowered his head and began to sort through the papers in front of him.

As for Coulson's next mission, he had already said it.

He knew Coulson would understand, though sometimes he wondered if he was being overly careful.

But that doesn't change the way he behaves.

Words always carry some dispensable news, and then let the subordinates figure it out for themselves, and then act.

Although this practice has always caused some inconvenience to this day, it has never been seen through his arrangement.

Anyway, everything was as usual, and sometimes he didn't know who he was guarding against.

But there's nothing wrong with being careful.

……

Rumlow was asleep on his couch, and although it didn't feel very good, he was almost used to it.

There is a bed in the bedroom, but who will sleep in a serious agent!

The bed is the first target of the enemy's attack.

Rumlow, who was half-asleep, suddenly heard a slight noise outside the house.

It didn't look like a human walking, after all, the footsteps sounded like a toddler learning to walk putting on leather shoes.

Rumlow sat up straight as he tried not to make a sound, and held the pistol in his right hand.

And in his left hand, he is holding the magical finger tiger.

"Knock knock~"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, but the knocking position was not in the range of normal human height, but came from the bottom half of the door.

Rumlow's heart knew that the person who knocked on the door at this time was likely to be a member of the Roaring Commando back then, and then the killer monkey who became a killer.

But that wasn't a reason for him to let his guard down, there was a small card on the table with a series of numbers that he didn't understand the meaning of either.

This is exactly what Damm-Bomb Dugan handed him over, making him go straight to the Killer Monkey.

Rumlow had memorized the series of numbers, and was going to ask Dugan about their meaning afterwards.

But for now, he needs to open the door first.

Rumlow stood up, still with a gun in hand, and walked to the door, carefully avoiding the front of the door.

With a quick twist of the handle, he pulled the door open.

"Squeak!"

There was a cry from outside the door, which was clearly that of a monkey, but Rumlow had never seen a killer monkey.

For humans, the appearance of monkeys is not something that unfamiliar people can distinguish, although there is only one monkey in this world who can act like a human.

Rumlow slammed on the light in the living room, and in a flash of his figure pointed a gun at the monkey's head.

However, Rumlow saw two black holes, their muzzles pointed at him as if they had expected them.

A monkey in a black suit and sunglasses walked into his apartment.

"Killer monkeys?"

The monkey nodded, but the gun in his hand was not lowered.

Rumlow double-checked the other man's identity, then tapped his finger at his desk.

"What Dam bounced for you is on the table."

Then he saw the monkey point with the muzzle of a gun in that direction, and then at his head.

Rumlow felt the corners of his mouth twitch a little, and he understood what the monkey meant, and asked him to fetch it.

But he didn't want to do that, because it would not only represent a distraction from his energy and the gun pointed at the other person's head, but also a human succumbing to a monkey, even if it was unusual.

Now it's a standoff, and he doesn't want to bow down to a monkey.