093 Rumlow's Suppressed Anger

"Rumlow, what's going on here?"

Among the agents who rushed to the elevator door at the first time, the man with a high hairline put down his gun and asked Rumlow.

Of course, he only put down his gun, and the other agents still used weapons to tightly block the two people in the elevator.

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

Rumlow's voice was a little irritable. No matter who was suddenly attacked, they would definitely not be happy.

Rumlow might care more about the identity of the attacker than the two forces in SHIELD.

Although these guys gave strong evidence for Rumlow's words, the appearance of these guys was really inexplicable.

It even seemed that Rumlow could not avoid entering the torture room again.

"Go."

Coulson waved his hand to command the agents behind him. Those guys carefully bypassed Rumlow who had just walked out, put on gloves and began to collect the residue of those guys.

"Coulson, I don't think I have done anything to deserve being attacked, right?"

Rumlow looked at Coulson, looking at him with scrutiny.

He wanted to find some clues from the eyes of this man who always had a gentle face.

At least he had to make sure whether his plan had been exposed to the sight of both parties.

Although Rumlow knew that it was inevitable that he would be suspected, he didn't want to be targeted before he took action.

Rumlow's eyes brought a lot of pressure to Coulson. Rumlow's eyes, who had not yet withdrawn from the aftermath of the battle, were as if he was looking at something damned.

"I think we need to wait for the director."

Coulson spread his hands. He always liked to use this gesture to show that he was harmless.

Of course, the hands in action can also distract the other party's attention.

Coulson wanted to hide his uneasiness. As an agent, he couldn't expose his true emotions.

Unless he couldn't help it.

"I hope the identity reports of these guys can come out earlier!"

Rumlow's voice couldn't help but get louder. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. The battle had just ended, and he was not used to this kind of thing.

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

The blood splashed 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 this sentence was just his declaration of his sovereignty in SHIELD.

On his way here, someone must have told him what happened here.

He might even have watched the surveillance video in the elevator before he set off.

"First seal off the scene, and then start investigating the people nearby!"

Agent Hill directly intervened and directed the surrounding agents, while Nick Fury did not say anything.

The current situation is here, and he came out just to make this place stable.

Enemies have appeared in SHIELD, and the enemies have not left any survivors. He has to appease the mentality of his subordinates to some extent.

The worst case is just the loss of a life substitute, which Nick Fury can afford.

…

"Uncle, were those guys just now demons?"

Jill's hand grabbed the hem of Burkeso's clothes, full of doubts.

In Gil's eyes now, those guys are not as good as Jessica, who often comes to the blacksmith shop to eat.

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

Bulkeso didn't mean to explain in detail. Compared with that, what he cares most about now is where to take Gil.

It's not a short time since he came to this world, but he hasn't been to this place much.

"Can we go to the amusement park?"

Jill's tone was very cautious, which was a small test.

"It's better to let your father take you to that place."

Bulkeso's eyes looked at a corner not far away, where Frank Custer was paying attention to Gil.

Jill followed Burkeso's gaze and looked in that direction, and naturally saw his father.

He couldn't help but use some force on the hand holding Burkeso's clothes.

"Okay, let's go over there."

Bulkeso's hand began to circle the head with a burr feel again.

It's not a bad thing to let Jill and his father go out for a day, and it can also free him from the trouble of choosing.

Although he felt the smell of gunpowder on Frank.

"Yeah!"

Jill was a little excited, and followed Bulkaiso through the crowd and walked to Frank's position.

"Take your child to play for a day, it's a good time for you to rest."

Bulkaiso's words were like a tough order. Although it was not very pleasant, Frank still took Jill's hand with gratitude.

Bulkaiso watched the father and son walk away, a little hesitant.

He didn't know what to do all of a sudden.

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

Bulkaiso's muttering was not small, at least the people around could hear it.

...

"Matthew, when can you find news about the Hand?"

Luke sat on the floor of the safe house, holding a space helmet in his hand.

This safe house is now shared by two people, although Luke didn't spend a penny.

"It may take some time. Recently, a Punisher appeared, and those gangs have been cleaned up a lot."

When Matthew talked about the Punisher, his tone was inevitably a little low.

Wherever that guy appeared, it was like a massacre. All the gang members were finished. It was hard to find a person who could breathe in the entire base.

"I'm bored enough these days. I might as well continue training on Mount Harrogus."

Luke grabbed a towel and wiped his helmet.

"There is a place I can go to in a few days. Although it is not the power of the Hand, 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 felt a little empty because he was used to fighting.

"Where?"

"An abandoned factory in the west, it seems that this time it is arms."

"Why do those bastards always like to trade in places like abandoned factories? If I were the NYPD, I would definitely install surveillance cameras in those factories first!"

Luke cursed.

Hell's Kitchen is not a good place. It is hard to tell how many corrupt police officers there are among the police officers in the 15th Precinct.

The guys inside have provided a lot of help to those bastards one by one.

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

Matthew said somewhat weakly.

The law enforcement department has been continuously weakened, and he has no idea what is in the heads of those high-ranking officials.

As for coordination and advocacy, he does not understand things like that. He is just a lawyer, not a politician.