"So you were attacked inside S.H.I.E.L.D. this time?"

Duggan looked at Rumlow, who looked like he was as usual, a little confused.

According to his understanding, Hydra should not attack Rumlow.

"The identities of those guys are still being investigated."

Rumlow scoffed.

Supposedly, if these guys can appear in S.H.I.E.L.D., then it is impossible to avoid the identification check at the door, but there is still no feedback at all, which makes him unhappy with Nick Fury.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who he had high hopes for, is now so weak that he can't even find out how these guys got in.

If Rumlow had only thought there must be something strange in this.

But now, he just thinks Nick Fury is basically useless.

What he didn't know was that both Nick Fury and Pierce were in a rage in their respective offices at this time.

These guys are from another parallel universe, or it can be said that this world is a force in a long time after.

After receiving the results of Dr. Hankpym's research, they came here to prevent Rumlow from handing over the Mist Crystal to S.H.I.E.L.D., in order to prevent Bourkeso from setting foot in S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was only an attempt, but they clearly failed.

Pierce and Nick Fury were ignorant of any of these guys' information, and they both looked at each other with suspicion.

The difference is that Nick Fury hasn't figured out who his enemies are.

Pierce, on the other hand, had already begun to think about how to deal with Nick Fury without knowing it.

"Okay, do you have any idea about these guys?"

Dugan pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray and began to trim the burned area.

Despite his high status, these cigars are not something to be wasted.

"I think these guys are coming for me, they know me, but they're not familiar."

Rumlow stood directly across from Dugan, thinking as he spoke.

"These guys know about you, but they don't know anything about your powers, right?"

Dugan looked Rumlow up and down, and even he couldn't imagine that Rumlow now had a powerful and extraordinary strength.

"That's probably not Hydra's people. Nick Fury and Pierce should have received information about you before this. ”

Dugan followed his train of thought and began to continue.

"Is there still a force within S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Dugan couldn't believe his conjecture.

Rumlow was holding back a smile.

It is true that the current S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed a tripartite force, but the third party is the group of veterans represented by Damm's Bomb Dugan.

Although Rumlow was also suspicious of these sudden appearances, he gradually began to stop caring.

Speaking of which, there may be no stronger warrior than him in the current S.H.I.E.L.D. department.

"No, I'll have to go find Peggy, this matter can't just be let go."

Dugan slapped the table, as if to make up his mind.

……

"Tell me about the forces behind you."

The Blade is cleaning up trash in a sewer.

It's not dark yet, and the only way to solve these vampire debris is in these dark places.

You won't know much about the vampire here, but it's better than not doing it at all!

"Lord Valentine! Will ......"

Blade didn't intend to listen to the stray threat, and casually slashed off the head of the crumb, watching him gradually burn to ashes.

"Another worthless scum."

The Blade Warrior put away his knife and strolled through the rather spacious sewers.

The guys vaguely seemed to be divided into two factions, which made him a little confused.

But for an Avenger dedicated to cleaning up the garbage, these are not worth thinking about.

If it weren't for Dugan, he wouldn't have bothered to ask before killing these things.

"That should be the next direction, right?"

Blade removed one of his goggles and looked at the markings on the wall.

Then he walked slowly in the direction he was pointing.

At this time, if it wasn't suitable for making any noise, he wanted to get some music to listen to.

"Hydra...... What a nasty name! ”

The Blade Warrior walked into the distance, and not far behind him, a priest dressed in black appeared quietly, holding a walkie-talkie as if to report something.

……

After Bourkeso came out of the New York Sanctuary, after avoiding the eyes of ordinary people, he jumped to a building that was not very high with a slight force on his legs.

Upstairs is quite interesting, and there is a very spacious pool. There was a taller building standing at the back of the building, which was not surprising.

The height of these buildings is not specifically planned for this place, and the residents who are blocked from the light have better to silently admit the result if they can't afford to pay the lawyer's fees.

Sitting on the edge of the building, Bourkeso watched as the sun gradually set.

The sun was not visible in the shelter, and the place had long been covered with layers of mist.

There was nothing in the sky but chaos.

The Ancient One seems to be busy chatting with Satan, and now he is a little bored.

He hadn't heard anything about the punching bag, and now he had to drink for fun.

Fortunately, with his physique, alcohol did not affect his sanity.

"Whoosh~"

There was the sound of an object falling at high speed, and Bourkeso looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman falling with her arms outstretched as if she wanted to fly.

Bourkeso could feel the faint aura of hell coming from this woman's body, and he could also feel the relief of the woman in the face of death.

"Embracing freedom", perhaps?

Although he hates those who don't value life, that doesn't stop him from saving a life.

The legs strained slightly, and then the body rose into the air, leaving a circle of fine cracks on the roof.

The moment Bourkeso's arms touched the woman, the demonic aura suddenly rose for a moment, and then life disappeared in front of Bourkeso's eyes!

A circular hole appeared in the ground, and dense hands stretched out from it tried to drag the soul down.

“xia！”

A huge battle cry rang out, and the surrounding glass shattered as if it had been hit by a violent shockwave.

Between his arms, Bourkeso caught the wretched corpse, and his feet fell heavily in the direction of the hollow!

The demon of hell took the life of a human in front of Bourkeso, and the moment the human soul appeared, Bourkeso understood what kind of ordeal this miserable man had gone through.

He was able to watch the warrior die for glory, and that was the destiny of the warrior.

He can watch life pass with old age, and it should be that death is part of a complete life.

But he can't tolerate the existence of evil, and hurt a pure soul in front of him!