156 It's Just a Dog! (First Update of a 5,000-Word Chapter)

The sky is getting dark, which is a normal thing in itself, but the atmosphere in the blacksmith shop is not normal now.

Steve took advantage of the environment here and planned to talk to Bucky about Howard's death.

Bucky Barnes, who had a can of beer thrown in his face after Steve arrived, managed to regain consciousness.

The two of them were reminiscing about the past, which made Bulcasso a little irritable.

Just as Jill was out of school, he came back with Frank.

Frank didn't forget to buy some spirits and bring them with him.

Frank sensed something was wrong with those annoying agents, so he stayed near his son early.

So the two of them came back together.

As for where Frank would take it off, he hadn't decided yet.

After all, the outside world has become a mess, and gangs like the Hand are working hard to save themselves.

The Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. was uprooted, and there were too many things involved.

Anyway, wherever there is evil, there is Hydra.

If it were in a story, Hydra would seem like an overused, recyclable villain most of the time.

If you don't know who did something bad, then it's probably Hydra.

Therefore, more than 90% of the gangs in this place are now working hard to save themselves.

After all, gangs alone can't cause much trouble. As long as they have money, many problems won't be a problem.

But if it is related to Hydra, it will be troublesome.

The gang leaders are waiting to be interviewed, and all of them are as well-behaved as little chickens.

Even Mr. Wilson Fisk could only rage in his office at this time.

Who made it happen that his subordinate Bullseye died in a place where he shouldn't have been a few days before this incident.

The corpses related to Hydra placed in front of the blacksmith shop were almost piled up into a hill.

Therefore, the Hand and Kingpin's dark side empire became the focus of investigation.

"I said, how about we go for a drive?"

Bulqueso had just disposed of half of the killer monkey's body, and now the monkey couldn't return to its body.

It just so happened that Bulcaisel thought of defeating Jill and planned to drive out to relax.

"Your car doesn't even have glass, aren't you afraid of being inspected?"

Rumlow crossed his arms and said casually.

"I plan to go back first. After all, the clothes on my body are dirty, so it's better to change them."

Matthew shook his head and planned to go home.

Even if he wiped off the blood on his body, his clothes couldn't be helped.

His figure was a bit different from Bulcaisel's, and he couldn't borrow some clothes to change into temporarily.

"I need to tell Tony this. We can't hide it from him."

Steve grabbed Bucky's good hand and spoke earnestly.

Quite like a practitioner of inner construction work.

"I know, I'm sorry for Tony, I'm sorry for Howard."

Bucky Barnes was speaking almost with tears streaming down his face, which made people sympathize with him.

"You were under control, Bucky! It wasn't entirely your fault."

Steve comforted quietly, although he knew that such words were just words.

A trustworthy person was killed by another trustworthy person. Regardless of whether the murderer came from the heart or not, there is no way to treat it as if it didn't happen.

Now he can only find a way to get Bucky to get Tony's forgiveness.

Steve doesn't know what will happen next, but he plans to save Bucky's life first.

Although the death penalty has long been outlawed in Beautiful Landscape, Tony is a capitalist, and he has plenty of ways to spend money to buy Bucky's life.

Each and every one of those killers had some unique skills, including turning bullets and attacking from the front, all of them were very sneaky.

The first thing Steve did when he woke up was to follow Nick Fury and the others to fight Hydra. His understanding of modern times was limited to SHIELD information.

Thanks to Rumlow, Steve can easily see the information that is not so secret.

"I have to do something!"

Bucky suddenly seemed to have made up his mind and shouted firmly.

Waving the mechanical hand that was deformed by Rumlow's ancestor hammer, bursts of metal sounds came from the hand.

"Bulkeso, can you build something like that?"

Rumlow asked, pointing his chin at Bucky's robotic hand.

"If I can dismantle that thing, the structure I can imitate is not bad at all, but I don't understand how it works."

Bulcasso casually grabbed Rumlow's neck and pulled him out of the door. He felt a little tired of the conversation inside.

"Then I will go back first. I will prepare everything and prepare to return to the Holy Mountain tomorrow."

Matthew put the bloody suit on his shoulders, said goodbye shirtless, and then walked away.

Fortunately, he was not wearing a tie, otherwise he might have been thrown directly to the Holy Mountain by Bulqessor to meet Tarik.

Bulcaisel didn't care whether things like saying goodbye were polite or not. Barbarians themselves didn't care much about politeness.

"Is it okay to leave them in the store?"

Gil pointed to the three people still in the store.

Steve, Bucky Barnes, and, again, forgotten by Bulkesso, Casillas.

Bulcaisuo didn't even bother to reply: "Jill, no one is willing to steal the things in the store. They can't steal the good things either."

All the good stuff is in the basement. Only the secret rooms enclosed by metal walls in the basement store things that can be called equipment.

Although it's not a fun thing for Bulkesso.

"I mean the guy lying on the floor."

Just as Gil was about to say what he said, he felt Frank, who was holding him, tugging on his hand.

Frank Custer and Bulkeso weren't very familiar with each other, and Frank, who was cautious and somewhat withdrawn, was too cautious.

"How could I forget this trouble? Rumlow, throw him into the truck bed."

Bulcasio directed Rumlow and took the bag of wine from Frank's hand.

"Man, you're still too raw."

Bulcasso said to Frank.

Frank didn't react. He wasn't someone who couldn't tell a good guy from a bad guy, but it was still impossible for him to immediately become as cheerful as Bulcasso.

Rumlow walked back to the blacksmith shop and took Casillas out.

I don’t know who he learned it from, but he likes to grab the belt when lifting someone.

Casillas' forehead rubbed against the ground with several small wounds.

"Can you lift your neck next time? These guys are students of Ancient One who were entrusted to me for training. It doesn't look good."

Bulkesso frowned.

"Do you still plan to let me train him? Did Matthew forget to wash your car?"

Rumlow threw Casillas into the car. When Casillas fell in, he hit the meat sauce and made a snap.

"He can't run away anyway, even if he comes to wash the car tomorrow."

Bulcaisel directly sat in the driver's seat without any reaction.

There were puddles of red and white on the car, and Bulcasso was used to it.

Frank held Jill's hand a little harder, and he began to worry about whether his son would be affected.

"It's okay, Dad. I'm almost used to it."

Jill tugged on Frank's hand, raised her head and said.

Frank let go of his hand and rubbed Jill's head, his expression changed a little. For a while, he couldn't find anything to talk about.

"Jill, I'll take you to get a haircut tomorrow, the same shop where you got your haircut last time."

It had been a while since Jill's last haircut, and something felt wrong.

"Get in the car and go! I remember the traffic rules!"

Bulcaisel said to Gil, then took out an animal skin blanket from his backpack and spread it on the back seat.

He didn't go so crazy as to let Jill sit directly in a pool of blood.

This hide was peeled off by Bulkatho from the first elite giant beast he killed. This monster had the affixes of retaliation, overlord, shield and teleportation.

Huge in size and very difficult to deal with.

It took some effort for Bulcaisel to smash its head with a hammer.

As a souvenir, he skinned the monster. It was originally intended to be used as a mattress, but Bulcasso later forgot about it.

If he hadn't seen Frank's nervous expression, he wouldn't have remembered that he was still carrying this thing.

Rumlow walked to the passenger side and tried to open the door, but after a bit of strength, it didn't open. Then his face turned red and he exerted all his strength.

"The reason why I am not afraid of stealing this car is because it is made according to barbarian standards. Just like a mage cannot lift the hammer of judgment, he cannot open the door even if he is too weak."

Bulcasso glanced at Rumlow, who was blushing, then got out of the car and opened the door.

After watching Jill and Frank get into the car, he helped close the door again.

This car is super safe, and the door can't be opened even if you don't have any strength.

As for places such as the gear lever, accelerator and brake, it is not something that just one person can control.

However, if there is a car accident, it may cause some problems for the rescue work.

“How much force do you have to use to open the door of your car!?”

Rumlow sat in the passenger seat and was out of breath.

"Huh? It can probably crush the kid's arm inside."

Bulcaisel was talking about Bucky's robotic hand.

Although Bulkesso couldn't understand the mechanical principle of that hand, the hardness of the material could still be seen.

"I said why don't you make the key."

Rumlow rolled his eyes.

He had wondered about this when he saw those ancestors running all over the mountains. A car that can be driven without a key is simply a bonus.

"Deng~Deng~Deng~"

Rumlow's cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"That's just a dog! SHIELD needs your power..."

Rumlow hung up the phone immediately.

The call was from Nick Fury.

Although Rumlow didn't know what Nick Fury meant by the first half of his sentence, he didn't want to get involved in it.

Go back in time a little bit.

Nick Fury was driving to the Howling Commandos base when he was rear-ended.

A brand-new looking SUV was loaded directly behind Nick Fury's car at a speed that was inconsistent with its status. Then the two cars flipped directly to the ground together.

Even the slightest scratch when driving at high speed can cause the car to lose balance.

Fortunately, Nick Fury's car was specially built by S.H.I.E.L.D., and its quality is well guaranteed.

Nick felt that this car must be a killer sent by Hydra to kill him.

After the car rolled over, Nick first checked the condition of the vehicle.

"The vehicle is 90% intact. Do you want to call for support?"

No matter how high-tech this car is, it doesn't have a device that can automatically flip it back.

Fortunately, even if the car rolled over, the air conditioning was still working well.

So he didn't choose to get out of the car at the first time. Nick Fury, who was physically handicapped, took out his pistol and planned to see what this guy was going to do.

"No need yet."

Nick refuses to call for backup. This time it was a secret operation and he didn't want others to know.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still conducting internal investigations, and it is really not suitable to mobilize manpower at this time.

Then he saw a bearded man in a suit crawling out of the SUV.

He knew this face.

The legend of the killer world, the Night Stalker John Wicker.

But he wasn't too panicked, because John Wicker didn't have any powerful weapons.

Just holding a pistol, it can't break the vehicle produced by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Aren't you already retired?"

Nick opened the window an extremely small gap, just enough to let the sound out.

"I'm retired."

John Wigger picked up his pistol and fired fiercely at the car window.

But the glass was not penetrated, only a few marks were left.

"The car window is 97% safe. Do you want to activate the emergency procedure?"

"Not yet."

Nick Fury turned to look at John Wick outside the car.

"What made you take on the mission again? I think those guys are all overwhelmed."

Nick was hanging upside down in the car, looking calm.

He seemed to be sure that the John Wicker in front of him couldn't hurt him.

Nick kept thinking in his mind, and suddenly remembered what Dugan said about some forces at the high table that seemed to be amiss.

Nick Fury feels like everything is coming together!

Hydra has not only infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., but some of the established families have also been infiltrated by Hydra a long time ago.

His enemies haven't been wiped out yet!

Then John Wick was seen taking out a pencil from his pocket and stuck it in the gap of the car window.

"Are you going to break the glass with a pencil?"

Nick felt a little funny.

"How dare you kill my dog!"

John jammed the pencil hard into the edge of the glass.

"The windows are under pressure, are offensive measures being used?"

"Don't do that yet."

It’s not like John Witness has never seen bullet-proof glass. It’s like a mobile phone screen that always says it’s anti-fall, but it always gets broken.

As long as the force on the glass is uneven, it will become less strong. (That’s the truth, but I made up what John did).

Although the electronic sound in the car let him know that he was in big trouble this time, John Wicker must kill the person who dared to kill his dog.

He has no hope except that dog!

Then John Witness fired continuously, leaving a deeper mark on the glass.

"You bastard! How dare you kill my dog!"

John Wick was changing the magazine at super speed, looking at Nick Fury as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Don't talk about dogs! Everyone knows that I prefer cats! Who sent you here!"

"Eighty-one percent of the car windows are complete, is it..."

"No!"

Nick Fury is definitely the leader of the Cat Party, otherwise he wouldn't have talked about the dog first before asking John Wigger who sent him.

The gun in John Wigger's hand started firing again, and the cracks on the car window began to expand.

This makes Nick Fury a little uneasy.

Based on his years of experience as an agent, he concluded that John Wick was angry and was not joking with him.

"The car window is 61% complete, is it..."

"No! Do you know who I am!"

Nick Fury first rejected the car system's suggestion, and then endured the severe pain in his body, took out an ID from his pocket and stuck it on the glass.

Of course the document is not real, but no matter where you go to investigate this document it will become real.

Then he got a new magazine of bullets.

"The window integrity is 30%..."

"No execution! Well, it seems like you're not joking, buddy. Why don't we talk about compensation."

Nick Fury has a toothache, and meeting a dog lover makes him a little tired.

Even the animal protection organizations have not found trouble with SHIELD, but now he has met one.

"As expected, every killer is abnormal!"

Nick cursed inwardly.

"I want your dog's life!"

Another magazine from John Wigger's pistol hit the glass.

This time the marks on the glass became more obvious.

"Car window..."

"No! I have to buy a dog to kill for you first."

Nick said casually, then took out his cell phone.

The power he can mobilize now is not enough. Obviously, he can't get to the Howling Commandos base now.

Not many agents had the authority to go to that place, so he chose to call his old comrades.

While listening to John Wigger's shooting, he dialed Blade's phone number.

John seemed to have run out of ammunition and was standing outside the car kicking at the nearly broken window.

"Why didn't you answer?"

Just as Nick was wondering, the call finally came through.

"Nick Fury, hurry up and mobilize the commando team! I found the information about Hydra you mentioned, and they are being hunted by them! The location is XX."

Then Dao Feng hung up the phone.

Nick Fury couldn't react for a moment.

How come there was no news about Hydra's activities before SHIELD's Hydra was exposed?

SHIELD's Hydra was dealt with, but why is there news about Hydra everywhere?

"Fuck! Why is it now? Damn, is Hydra's a beehive? Where is the beekeeper!"

Nick cursed. He didn't know that the beekeeper of AIM was being cleaned up by MODOK...

Then his car window had a small hole, and some debris fell down.

"What functions can be used in the car now?"

"The air conditioning system is running normally."

"Fuck!"

Nick Fury called Rumlow.

Then when the car window was about to be broken, the call was connected.

"It's just a dog! SHIELD needs your strength, Hydra is not destroyed!"

Before Nick Fury finished speaking, Rumlow on the other end hung up the phone.

"But that's my dog!" John Wick's roar came!

"Fuck it! Execute!"

With a loud roar, a machine gun rose from the middle of the car, and Nick pointed the machine gun out of the car window in a somewhat awkward posture!