After throwing the two guys on the holy mountain of Harlogas, Bourkeso spent a few more leisurely days.

Jill finally starts to live a normal child's school life with the help of the ancient one.

Although after returning home, he would swing the axe for a while every day according to Bourkeso's instructions, but this level of practice was probably not much different from doing radio gymnastics for a period of time every day.

At least that's how Bourqueso sees it.

……

"That's all I have to say, instructor."

Rumlow's body had largely recovered, and now he had found an opportunity to ask his old instructor Damm, to play Dugan, and tell Dugan some trivial news about Hydra in a private room in a tavern that was not in business.

Of course, he hadn't told all of this yet, because he knew very well that if Duggan knew all this, he was afraid that the next moment he would rush into Pierce's office with his beloved pistol.

So Rumlow plans to tell the veteran little by little in the rest of the conversation.

"You kid didn't lie to me?"

Damme played Dugan with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and looked at Rumlow, whose face was still a little pale in front of him.

Originally, when Rumlow invited him for a drink, he was reluctant to come out.

For this old guy who is dedicated to training the next generation of agents, Rumlow is just one of the more capable of the past students.

If it weren't for Rumlow's insatiable statement that there was something important to discuss with him alone, he would have hung up the phone in a bitter scolding.

He won't take Rumlow to this safe house that belongs only to him.

It's just that now after hearing what Rumlow said, he regrets it even more.

"You say you're a hydra now?"

When Dugan said this, his hand had already touched the large-caliber revolver on his waist.

As a veteran, Dugan doesn't like to think about the twists and turns of the conspiracy.

He has never been good at solving problems, only at solving people who create problems.

That's what he did on the battlefield, and it seemed to work well.

"Instructor, please put down your hands first, if I want to harm you, I won't appear in front of you alone."

Speaking of which, Rumlow was surprised that Dugan was able to listen to what he said before reaching for the pistol, and he had expected that after he had finished saying that he was a Hydra, he would be pointed at the head by the large revolver that could be used as a memento in the museum.

"Now Hydra's influence in S.H.I.E.L.D. is far beyond your imagination, and even Nick Fury I dare not trust."

Rumlow poured dirty water on Nick's black bald head without any psychological pressure.

"Then you can trust me?"

Dugan put his hand back on the table, picked up the vodka from the glass and took a sip.

His demeanor calmed down.

"Only the Roaring Commandos of the past can be trusted, and even if Nick Fury has ascended to the position of director, I still have doubts."

"After all, Pierce, the previous generation of directors, is my immediate superior."

As soon as Rumlow's words fell, the movement of the glass on the table rang out.

Alexander Pierce was only appointed to the position of director after the approval of these old fellows, and this group of old fellows included him Dhammed Dugan.

"You know what you're talking about!"

Dugan's newly softened countenance turned hideous in an instant.

If Pierce is also a Hydra, it means that these old guys have completely handed over everything that S.H.I.E.L.D. has given to the enemy they have been facing.

"Now, I have an idea to bypass Nick Fury and conduct an inventory of the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Rumlow's face did not change, and he picked up the pure water in front of him, his body was not yet suitable for alcohol.

"Also, if Pierce is a hydra, then Nick Fury, the guy he single-handedly pushed to the position of director, is indeed not trustworthy."

Dugan had already picked up the revolver in his hand and pointed at Rumlow's head.

"But if what you say is true, then isn't you, Pierce's henchman, even less trustworthy!"

Dugan squinted at Rumlow, who was still silent at his gun.

For him, only a dead hydra can rest assured, and the hydra, whether alive or dead, is not a good thing.

"Of course, I'm not trustworthy, instructor, you can take my life with one shot right now. As long as you can find a way to contact your old comrades, start an investigation and purge of S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"You know, I've never been much of a fan of the story of the prodigal son's return, but the news you say and your presence have an irreplaceable role in this matter."

Dugan withdrew the revolver in his hand and said to Rumlow.

"So, your life was saved."

Dugan didn't like to think much about conspiracy, but he could at least think of Rumlow's current situation.

Now that the news has been spoken, there is no turning back for Rumlow.

Back then, the Red Skull would never give his subordinates a chance to make up for their mistakes, and Hydra has always done so.

Dugan took two cigars from a drawer on the counter and tossed one to Rumlow.

"Now, you bastard, tell me what you're going to do."

……

"Idiot! How many times have I told you, weapons are not wielded like this! ”

Madolph's phantom roared loudly at Luke Cage, and the metal rod in his hand smashed into Luke Cage's head with a dull sound.

Today was the second day of training for these two fools to reach the top of the sacred mountain, and it took these two guys days to climb to the top of the mountain, and they almost starved to death on the holy mountain.

In these days of observation, Madolph has understood the specific situation of this guy.

The physical strength that was not much worse than that of ordinary barbarians, and the immaturity of his combat skills made him suspect that this guy would be torn to pieces by demons in the blink of an eye when he stepped onto the battlefield.

"Just a guy like you, what does Bourkeso think will send you to the foot of the Holy Mountain!"

Madolph's iron rod landed on Luke's body again.

Luke Cage didn't think about resisting, as he did on the first day he started training.

Because Madolph's training is not cooking at all, nor is it free.

As a result, he groaned in pain all night in front of a blind man, and the bruises all over his body made him realize how weak he really was.

Now he could only mechanically swing the blade in his hand, slashing in the direction of the cold wind.

Madolph's eyes were full of helplessness.

When I first saw Luke, there were more than a dozen barbarian ancestors who jumped out to train.

After all, it's rare to see a guy whose physical strength is not much different from that of a barbarian recruit.

Madoc grabbed this opportunity with his outstanding combat prowess, and now he is simply mad with anger.

Luke is certainly not clumsy, and even in the group of ordinary people, this guy is a little smarter.

But in Madark's eyes, the creature's stiff limbs reminded him of the stiff walking corpses outside the shelter, and for a warrior, Luke's body control was as unbearable as a brain bruise.

On the contrary, Matthew, who was not taken very seriously, was only favored by a female barbarian ancestor, and the barbarian, who did not even have a name, was teaching Matthew, and it was not bad.

Madoc began to regret that the blind man, although in average physical condition, was more talented in combat than this guy.

So, the iron rod in his hand fell on Luke's body again, in exchange for a muffled snort from Luke.

"We are savages, not stupid donkeys! Can you show the difference between you and the stupid ass out and make me feel like you're a person! ”

On the sacred mountain of Harlogas, which has always had nothing but the wind, it finally came to life with the roar of Madocker.

Although such anger made Madolph very angry.