Chapter 44 Trivia in SHIELD
Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith shop. He originally came in with the mentality that something was better than nothing.
After all, for this guy with copper skin and iron bones, even guns can hardly harm his body.
So he has a contemptuous attitude towards cold weapons.
It wasn't until he tried to pick up a handaxe and try to shave his beard that the inch-long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.
"Damn, what's going on with these weapons!"
After Luke Cage felt the pain from the wound on his face, he immediately took out the butterfly knife in his pocket and tried it.
Having been accustomed to superpowers, he thought his superpowers had failed at first. It was not until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand could not even scratch his fingers that he realized that the problem was not with him.
He held the small hand ax that left a wound on his face with a solemn expression. He grabbed the end of the ax and tried to swing it.
Although he didn't know that the hand ax should be held a little below the ax head during fighting, this did not prevent him from feeling the excellence of this axe.
The simple swing gave him a hearty feeling, and for a while he was somewhat intoxicated with the joy of wielding the handaxe.
This feeling made him even have the illusion that he was a master of cold weapons.
Luke Cage, who finally came to his senses, turned his attention to the weapons piled up randomly, and he had a terrible thought.
After several attempts, he had to admit with some pain that his superpowers were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the weapons forged by Bulkeso.
“How is this possible?”
Luke Cage stabbed his thigh hard with his butterfly knife. He didn't believe it until he heard the crisp metal breaking sound of the expensive butterfly knife.
He did not pay attention to the gauntlets and shields stacked on one side. All his attention was attracted by these sharp weapons.
But for him, he may not be able to feel the power that those armors can enhance.
After all, he can completely ignore ordinary firearms and the like.
So he did not expect that a piece of armor could provide a safety guarantee for his respected father Zach.
After picking and choosing, Luke Cage finally chose the hand ax he held at the beginning. This kind of violent guy seemed to be more to his liking.
......
"Mr. Bulcaisel, I chose this."
Luke Cage used that weird honorific, and he didn’t know where he came from. I learned it from the movies.
But this does not prevent him from showing respect to Bulkesso.
"So, how are you going to repay me?"
Bulkeso came to take a look at Luke Cage and had no idea what he had chosen. He was focusing on forging and was hitting an iron ring with a small hammer. Beat, beat.
“If I can solve those troubles, I will return it and work for you for free for three months. I think my strength can at least reduce some trivial work for you. "
Luke Cage's words made Bulcasso feel comfortable. If he could say that he would return the power he had obtained, then this guy would not be a greedy troublemaker.
"Then so be it."
Bulcaisel finally turned around, looked directly into Luke Cage's eyes and spoke.
Savages will not be stingy in respecting people of noble character.
Bulkessor didn’t even look at the ring on the iron felt, and stuffed it back into the stove with the tongs.
"Remember to tell old Zach that if he has anything to do, he can come and stay with me for a few days."
Bulkessor waved to Luke Cage and told him to leave quickly.
Next comes the most important time to forge unity.
Giving power to a legend is no simple matter.
Each of these has the power of a long story, and it requires some meticulous work to condense it into equipment.
Generally speaking, the forging of jewelry is done by the gem craftsman. Coan Shen, who is known as the God of Thieves, has a pair of skillful hands that others cannot match.
For Burquesso, forging jewelry is another method, such as using a hammer to forge this ring into a unique shape. Although Gil was still some distance away from the stove, the heat still caused a lot of sweat to appear on his body.
But he still tried hard to see clearly the forging process of Bulcaisuo, because his training weapon would be born soon.
Although he was a little concerned about why he had to knock out a ring first when forging weapons.
……
“So you came back like this?”
Nick Fury asked Melinda who was standing in front of him.
"Sir, I have been transferred from the field department. This kind of task should not be performed by a clerk like me."
Melinda stood upright, her eyes fixed.
Looks more like a soldier than an agent.
"Okay, I will arrange for others to continue this matter, you go ahead and do it first."
Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he had a headache.
Melinda turned around and walked out of the office without any intention of dragging her feet.
"Colson, come here."
Nick Fury watched Melinda slam the door and walked out, and could only call out to his most trusted subordinate.
"Director, can I come in?"
Before Coulson could come over, Nick Fury heard Rumlow's voice.
This made him a little confused. After all, according to Rumlow's medical report, he should still be continuing treatment in the hospital at this time. As for the review after the mission, it would usually not be carried out until he recovered.
"Come in Rumlow."
Nick Fury can only let Rumlow in first. No matter why he came to his office at this time, he needs to listen to Rumlow. Molo planned to say something.
Rumlow opened the door with some difficulty. On the day he came back, the finger tiger and the spirit stone had been handed over.
He was able to reach this place at this time entirely because of his indestructible willpower.
Nick Fury looked at Rumlow's difficult actions and had no intention of getting up to help.
To put it nicely, it is called respecting the wishes of his colleagues, but to be more realistic, he needs to keep a safe distance.
“So what do you want to say?”
Nick Fury is sitting at his desk, still wearing the black leather jacket on a hot day. I don’t know if it’s the A.D. Shields The air conditioning in the bureau is very efficient, so he can maintain this weird style.
Rumlow shivered, the temperature inside was a bit unbearable for a wounded man like him.
"I want to apply for the right to use those two pieces of equipment before I recover."
Rumlow said with some difficulty, dragging his shoulders that were clamped by various fixed plates. With.
The damage to his lungs made it difficult for him to speak loudly.
"You know the process, you should just make a report instead of showing up in my office with your seriously injured body."
Nick Fury frowned. Since Rumlow returned, he felt something had changed in Rumlow.
Although it seemed that he was no different from his previous performance, Nick Fury believed his suspicions.
He remains suspicious of everyone and everything. Even his most trusted subordinates are just lower in his suspicion order.
The life motto of this secret agent king may be that nothing in the world is worthy of trust.
It's as if he would never tell others the truth about losing an eye, but said that the eye was the price for trusting others.
Maybe because it’s cooler to say it that way?
Or maybe the truth is too ridiculous. Of course, it could also be that the cat is also the top secret in SHIELD, so he made up a story.
But who cares but himself?
(End of this chapter)