154 "Good-Tempered" Tariq (Fourth Update)

"You can work as a handyman for me for two days. After that fellow is taken away, I will send you to the Holy Mountain."

Bulkaso held the body of the killer monkey and observed how to transform it.

The fellow he was talking about was Buggy, who was knocked out by him and put aside.

When Buggy fell to the ground after being knocked out, he made a "crackling" sound, which reminded Bulkaso of the legendary demon-killing staff "War Paddle" he made for Karaxiom.

Bulkaso thought that the weapon that made a "crackling" sound during the battle was also very interesting, just like a butcher knife that made a "crackling" sound.

Although he was an unreasonable and powerful blacksmith, he had never done such a thing as forging a body that could be used directly by a soul.

He did not plan to forge a body for the killer monkey again, but chose to transform it like he did with Balza's head.

If he could forge a body that could be used directly by a soul, why would he use anger to shape the body of the ancestors? He could just let a group of barbarian ancestors possess the artificial body and rush to hell to kill all the demons.

It is almost impossible to reach the physical strength of those ancestors.

So he needs to think about how to deal with the body of the killer monkey so that the monkey's soul can get rid of the devil's contract.

"That guy is not an unknown person. He is a good partner of Captain America. He will be taken away soon."

Rumlow grabbed the Balza pendant and swung it in front of his eyes.

He was a little curious about the fact that the demon's head was forged into a small pendant.

Who has ever seen a pendant that can be used for conversation and chat before?

The best thing is that if you don't talk to it, it will just hang there quietly.

"Captain America is the guy who always puts on a defensive posture? This name always feels a little familiar."

Bulkaso turned around and took a can of beer from the table. He took a sip and vomited directly.

"Coulson thinks this thing is also considered strong liquor? I still can't get used to it."

Bulkaso threw the can directly into the stove.

Of course, Coulson knew that beer was not considered strong liquor, but after running around, Coulson could not find a store that was still open and selling strong liquor.

The continuous fighting before had made the places that were slightly closer deserted.

The continuous fighting that lasted for several hours scared away the onlookers. Those people were stopped by agents who specialized in dealing with such things, and they didn't even dare to look back after signing a confidentiality agreement.

If it weren't for the joint blockade of this area by Hydra and the Hand, this place might have been surrounded by NYPD police officers long ago.

"Maybe you heard it when you were chatting with Coulson. He is a die-hard fan of Captain America."

Rumlow didn't care whether it was beer or not. He drank beer a lot, but now he preferred strong liquor.

"Speaking of him, he didn't use the money I gave him."

Matthew, sitting on a chair with his bare chest, was wiping the blood off his body with a wet towel.

The previous battle had stained his whole body with blood.

So his tone was a little unhappy.

His wallet was also soaked in blood, and the money inside couldn't be used even if it was dried. It seems that he also needs to re-apply for his documents and other things.

"By the way, how much service fee does our 'top' lawyer need?"

Rumlow walked to the toy shelf while drinking beer, looked at the weapons on it, and asked Matthew casually.

"At least three thousand dollars per hour."

Matthew threw the completely red towel aside and said to Rumlow with a smile. Matthew always fights for the interests of the poor, and he is not a rich man.

He is still very concerned about income.

"Three thousand dollars per hour? Why didn't I become a lawyer at that time."

Rumlow picked up an axe and swung it casually, and there were bursts of whistling in the air.

"After all, I am a top-notch lawyer. You can find other lawyers to guard the chatterbox over there for you. Even if you pay 30,000 per hour, who dares to take this job?"

Matthew took the mace he had bought not long ago in his hand and felt the arc caused by the battle.

"Bulkasso, how can I make a better weapon?"

Matthew was a little disgusted with the toy in his hand.

This thing doesn't feel as strong as the previous hand axe.

"Go to the secret realm."

Bulkasso didn't even turn his head.

"Ancestor Tariq said I'm not strong enough to enter the next level of the secret realm."

Rumlow was very interested in this topic, so he asked.

"Then you should improve your strength."

"How can I improve my strength better?"

Matthew asked, he also wanted to get stronger quickly.

"Go to the secret realm!"

"I don't have enough strength to enter the next level of the secret realm!"

Rumlow wanted to flip the table for a moment.

Bulkasso turned around and looked at Rumlow and Matthew as if they were two idiots.

"Barbarians can't only enter the secret realm of their mentors. All ancestors can open the secret realm for you to enter, but you won't get their inheritance."

Bulkasso said word by word.

There seemed to be a sense of expectation in his tone.

"What about your secret realm?"

Matthew understood and asked in cooperation.

"You've made a profit then."

Bulkasso nodded and turned back.

It is the barbarians' usual style not to provide help to new recruits for no reason.

If you want to become stronger, fight. No one cares what loot you get.

In his first battle, he picked up Assef's Light of Life directly from the treasure chest at the door, and then defeated those damn walking zombies.

If it weren't for the one-handed hammer that could provide recovery after destroying the undead, Bulcaisel would not have been confident that he would survive at that time.

There were more than a thousand walking corpses. From a distance, it looked like a cafeteria was open for dinner, they were so densely packed.

After the battle, he picked up a broken crown.

These two legends of the lowest level accompanied Bulqueso through the most difficult period of time.

"I've always wondered, do barbarians never work in groups?"

Rumlow asked.

When he was on the holy mountain of Harrogas, he had never heard those ancestors say these things.

"Of course they can form a team. Otherwise, how could the ancestors Madok Talik and Kolik be called the Three Idiots?"

Matthew said that when he was practicing, Reco would always tell him about the ancestors, so he knew more than Rumlow and Luke.

"I will tell Ancestor Talik your exact words when I get back."

"Go ahead. Ancestor Talik is famous for his good temper."

Bulcasso turned around again when he heard this, looking at Matthew with a faint look in his eyes.

"The rumor of Tarik's good temper came from Banal. Compared with Banal, even Diavolo is considered to have a good temper."

Bulcaisel's eyes seemed to say, "Just wait to die, there is no hope."

Who among the savages has a good temper?

Damn it, how can a group of guys who use anger as their source of energy have a good temper?

Matthew felt that he had become a fool not long after following Leco. You can even believe a savage if he has a good temper.