Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith's shop, having only come in with a better than no better mindset.

After all, for this copper-skinned and iron-skinned guy, even a firearm is difficult to hurt his body.

Therefore, he has a contemptuous attitude towards cold weapons.

It wasn't until he tried to pick up a hand axe and try to shave his beard that the inch-plus long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.

"Damn, what's going on with these weapons!"

After feeling the pain from the wound on his face, Luke Cage immediately took out the butterfly knife in his pocket and tried it.

Accustomed to superpowers, he thought that his superpowers had failed for the first time, and it wasn't until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand couldn't even cut his fingers that he realized that the problem was not his.

He held the small axe that had left a wound on his face, and he tried to swing it as he grasped the end of the axe.

Although he didn't know that the hand axe should be grasped a little under the axe when fighting, it didn't prevent him from feeling the excellence of the axe.

The simple swing gave him a hearty feeling, and for a moment he was somewhat intoxicated with the happy mood of wielding the hand axe.

This feeling made him even have the illusion that he was a master of cold weapons.

Luke Cage, who finally came to his senses, set his eyes on the weapons that were piled up haphazardly, and he had a terrible thought.

After a few 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 Bourkeso.

"How is this possible?"

Luke Cage thrust his butterfly knife into his thigh, and didn't believe it until he heard the crisp metal cracking of the expensive butterfly knife.

He didn't pay attention to the handguards and shields stacked on the side, his attention was drawn to the razor-sharp weapons.

However, for him, he may not feel the power that those armor can improve.

After all, he can completely ignore ordinary firearms and the like.

So he didn't expect that a piece of armor would be able to provide a security for his esteemed Daddy Zack.

Picking and choosing, in the end, Luke Cage still chose the hand axe he was holding at the beginning, and this kind of violent guy seemed to be more to his liking.

……

"Mr. Bourkeso, I chose this."

Luke Cage had a weird honorific and didn't know which movie he had learned it from.

But this did not prevent him from showing respect to Bourkeso.

"So, how are you going to repay me?"

Bourkesso took a look at Luke Cage, who had no idea of what he had chosen, and was focusing on the forging as he tapped a small hammer against an iron ring.

"If I can get rid of those troubles, I'll give it back and work for you for three months free of charge. I think I have the strength to take at least some of the menial work off your shoulders. ”

Luke Cage's words made Bourkeso feel comfortable, and if he could say that he could get the power back, then this guy wouldn't be an insatiable troublemaker.

"So be it."

Bourkeso finally turned around and looked into Luke Cage's eyes and spoke.

For those of high character, barbarians do not hesitate to respect.

Bourkeso didn't even look at the ring on the felt, and shoved it back into the stove with tongs.

"Remember to tell old Zach that he can come and stay with me for a few days if he has anything."

Bourkeso waved at Luke Cage and told him to leave.

Then comes the most important time to forge unity.

Empowering a legend is no simple task.

Each of these has the power of a long story, and it takes some meticulous work to condense it into the equipment.

Generally speaking, forging jewelry is carried out by that gem craftsman, and Shen Lao, who has the title of thief god, has a pair of skillful hands that others can hardly match.

For Bourkeso, forging jewellery is another method, such as forging the ring into that unique shape with a hammer.

Jill was still some distance from the stove, but the heat still made him sweat profusely.

However, he still struggled to see how Bourkeso forged, as his practice weapon would soon be created.

Although he was a little concerned about forging a weapon, why he had to knock out a ring first.

……

"So you're back like that?"

Nick Fury asked Melinda standing in front of him.

"Sir, I've been transferred out of the field department, and this kind of task shouldn't be done by me as a clerk."

Melinda stood straight, her eyes not squinting.

Looks more like a soldier than an agent.

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone else to continue this matter, you can get busy first."

Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

Melinda turned and walked out of the office, not the slightest hint of dragging her feet.

"Coulson, come over here."

Nick Fury watched Melinda slam the door and could only call out to his most trusted subordinates.

"Director, may I come in for a moment?"

Before Coulson could come, Nick Fury heard Rumlow's voice.

This made him a little puzzled, after all, according to Rumlow's medical report, he should still be in the hospital at this time, and as for the post-mission review, it would generally not be carried out until he recovered.

"Come in, Rumlow."

Nick Fury could only let Rumlow in first, and whatever he wanted to do at this time, he needed to hear what Rumlow was going to say.

Rumlow pushed open the door with some difficulty, and on the day he returned, the finger tiger and spirit stone had already been handed in.

At this time, he was able to come to this place completely by his indestructible willpower.

Nick Fury watched Rumlow's difficult movements, and didn't have the slightest intention of getting up to help.

To put it nicely, it's called respecting the wishes of a colleague, but to put it more realistically, he needs to keep a safe distance.

"So what are you here to say?"

Nick Fury sat at his desk, still wearing the black leather coat on a hot day, I don't know if it was because the air conditioning in S.H.I.E.L.D. was particularly good, so he could maintain this weird style.

Rumlow's body shivered, the temperature was a little unbearable for him as a wounded man.

"I want to apply for access to those two pieces of equipment before I recover."

Rumlow said with some difficulty, dragging his shoulder, which was caught in the various fixing plates.

The damage to his lungs made it a bit difficult for him to speak loudly.

"You know the process, you should just make a report instead of dragging your badly injured body to my office."

Nick Fury frowned, he had felt something change in Rumlow since he had returned.

While it looks like he's no different from his previous performances, Nick Fury believes in his suspicions.

He was suspicious of everyone and everything, and even his most trusted subordinates were just lower in his puzzle sequence.

The life motto of the king of agents may be that there is nothing to be trusted in the world.

It's as if he never tells anyone the truth about the loss of an eye, but says that this eye is the price of his trust in others.

Maybe it's cooler?

Or maybe the truth is too ridiculous, or maybe the cat is also the top secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., so he made up a story.

But who cares but himself?