"Rumlow, what's going on?"

Among the agents who rushed to the elevator door as soon as possible, the man with a high hairline lowered his gun and asked Rumlow.

Of course, he just put down his gun, and the other agents still used their weapons to corclose the two people in the elevator.

"I mean, can't you investigate these guys first?"

Rumlow's voice was a little irritated, and whoever was suddenly attacked would not be happy.

As for the identity of the attacker, Rumlow may be more concerned than the two forces in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although these guys give strong evidence to Rumlow's claims, the appearance of these guys is really a bit inexplicable.

Even Rumlow seemed to be unable to avoid entering the torture room again.

"Go."

Coulson waved his hand to direct the agents behind him, and the guys carefully bypassed Rumlow, who had just come out, put on their gloves and began to collect the debris of the guys.

"Coulson, I don't think there's anything I should do to be attacked, right?"

Rumlow looked at Coulson, looking at Coulson with a scrutinizing gaze.

He wanted to find some clues in the eyes of this usually mild-mannered man.

At the very least, you have to make sure that your plan has been exposed to the sight of both parties.

Although Rumlow was well aware that suspicion was predestined, he did not want to be targeted before he had even acted.

Rumlow's eyes put a lot of pressure on Coulson, and Rumlow's eyes, which had not yet faded from the afterglow of the battle, were like looking at something damn.

"I think we'll need to wait a minute, Director."

Coulson spread his hands, and he always liked to use this pose to show that he was harmless.

Of course, the action of the hand can also have the effect of distracting the other person.

Coulson wanted to hide his uneasiness, and as an agent he couldn't reveal his true emotions.

Unless you can't help it.

"I wish these guys' identities were coming out sooner!"

Rumlow's voice couldn't help but get louder, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with him. The battle had just ended, and he hadn't gotten used to it yet.

After all, the feeling of smashing a group of enemies with his own hands is completely different from the feeling of killing them with a firearm, which makes him a little fanatical.

The blood splattered on his body was still dripping, making him look a little scary.

"What's going on?"

Nick Fury's voice came from not far away, and the words were nothing more than a declaration of his sovereignty in S.H.I.E.L.D.

On his way here, someone had definitely told him what was going on here.

He may have even watched the surveillance footage in the elevator before leaving.

"Lock off the scene first, and then start an investigation into the people nearby!"

Agent Hill directly intervened and commanded the surrounding agents, but Nick Fury didn't say anything.

Now the situation is laid out here, and he only came forward so that this place can settle down.

There was an enemy in S.H.I.E.L.D., and the enemy hadn't left him alive, so he had to appease his subordinates somewhat.

The worst-case scenario is the loss of a life stand-in, the kind of thing that Nick Fury has lost.

……

"Uncle, are those guys demons just now?"

Jill's hand tugged at the hem of Bourkeso's clothes, full of doubt.

In the eyes of Jill now, those guys can't even compare to Jessica, who always comes to the blacksmith shop to eat.

"Those, presumably, are nothing like the ashes at the bottom of the furnace."

Bourkeso didn't elaborate, and what he was most concerned about was where to take Jill right now.

It's not a short time since he's been in this world, but he hasn't visited this place much yet.

"Can we go to the amusement park?"

Jill's tone was very careful, it was a small temptation.

"It's better to ask your father to take you there."

Bourkeso's eyes looked to a corner not far away, where Frank Custer was keeping an eye on Jill.

Jill followed Bourkeso's gaze in that direction, and naturally saw his father as well.

His hand tugging at Bourkeso's clothes couldn't help but exert some force.

"Alright, let's get over there."

Bourkeso's hand began to coil around the burrly head again.

It's not a bad thing to let Jill hang out with his father for a day, and it will also save him from the trouble of choice.

Although he felt the smell of gunpowder on Frank's body.

"Hmm!"

Quill was a little excited, and followed Bourkeso through the crowd to Frank's place.

"Take your kids for a day of play, and you can take a break too."

Bourkeso's words seemed like a strong command, and although they didn't sound very good, Frank took Jill's hand with a grateful look.

Bourkeso hesitated as he watched the father and son walk away.

He suddenly didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"Maybe go find the Ancient One and ask her if she has any good sandbags that she can recommend to me."

Bourkeso's muttering was not small, at least it could be heard by those around him.

……

"Matthew, when the hell are you going to find news of the Hand Clan?"

Luke sat on the floor of the safe house, his interstellar helmet in his hand.

The safe house was now shared by two people, even though Luke didn't pay a dime.

"It's probably going to take a while, but there was a punisher recently, and the gangsters have been cleaned up a lot."

Matthew's tone was inevitably a little low when he spoke of the Punisher.

The place where that guy had appeared, it was like a massacre, the gangs were all finished, and it was hard to find a single one in the whole stronghold to breathe.

"I'm bored these days, I might as well keep training on Mount Harlogas."

Luke grabbed a towel and wiped his helmet.

"In two days, there will be a place to visit, although it is not the power of the hand, but it is also a trading site."

Matthew also felt a little bored, although he was busy providing legal aid to the poor every day, he also felt a little empty when he was used to fighting.

"Where?"

"An abandoned factory to the west, it seems that this time it is munitions."

"Why do those bastards always like to trade in places like scrap factories? If I were to be NYPD, I would definitely put those factories on the first place! ”

Luke scolded.

Hell's Kitchen is not a good place, and the officers of the 15th Precinct can't tell how many black cops there are.

One by one, the guys in there helped the bastards a lot.

"Don't you know that their funding has been cut again?"

Matthew said with some weakness.

The law enforcement department is constantly weakened, and he can't figure out what is in the heads of those high-ranking officials.

As for what coordination, advocacy and the like, he didn't understand, he was just a lawyer, not a politician.