Chapter 148 Elevator Storm·End (fourth update)
“Are you satisfied now? Rumlow?”
Nick Fury slumped in his chair, looking at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Rumlow, who returned to the office after cleaning up, said weakly.
"You are not willing to give ordinary people the truth, but I have to do this."
As he spoke, Rumlow struck his ax on Nick Fury's desk and sat directly on the table superior.
He lowered his body and stared at Nick Fury, speaking in a somewhat cold tone.
Steve stood aside with the deformed shield in his hand and seemed to want to do something, but he just said nothing.
He already knew what the previous conflict was about.
Captain America has never been afraid of sacrifice, but only if the person who sacrifices is himself.
So after knowing the truth, he had no sense of identification with Nick Fury.
Even if he wanted to persuade Rumlow, he didn't know what to say.
"People from the Security Council and the military are coming soon. You know what to say, right? As for those guys from the branch, I won't do it myself. You understand my persistence."
Lang Lang Molo looked at Nick Fury with menace in his eyes.
Nick Fury was holding a pager in his hand, as if he wanted to enter something. Looking at his hesitation, Rumlow smiled disdainfully.
“SHIELD still has the value of its existence, but it must be controlled.”
"You have already cleaned it up yourself, do you have any other requirements?" Nick Fury replied coldly.
The severe pain in his body still existed.
Due to the arrival of Bulcasso, many of Nick Fury's instructions have not yet been implemented.
For example, asking Barbara to contact Colson.
All the agents were left in SHIELD and had just been liquidated by Rumlow.
All branches of S.H.I.E.L.D. are now controlled by the Security Council and the military, awaiting follow-up investigation.
As for Hill and Dugan, they are currently undergoing examination by the medical department. Their injuries are not minor at all.
"After that, I won't appear here as an agent anymore. I plan to be a blacksmith apprentice."
Rumlow took out a bag from Nick Fury's desk Brand new cigarette that Pierce put in.
Took one out and stuffed it into his mouth, then said to Nick Fury:
"The captain must have supervisory authority. I still think he is the best shield holder in the world."
Rumlow wanted to light a cigarette, but he couldn't find a lighter.
He didn't smoke before, but now he wants to smoke one.
He wanted to experience why Dugan, a hard-core veteran, stubbornly lit his cigar without even letting out a scream despite being injured like that.
Does tobacco really have any magical effects?
Although Dugan compromised with Nick Fury, this veteran is still worthy of respect.
"Rumlow, I will still testify for you in front of the judge and vouch for you."
Steve finally made up his mind, and he walked over and took it off He took the cigarette out of Rumlow's mouth and said seriously.
"Special Operations Captain Rumlow has been killed under the wise leadership of Director Nick Fury. A fierce battle took place between Hydra and the agents at the SHIELD headquarters. In the end, justice prevailed Evil. Isn't this a bad script? "
Rumlow patted the director's desk, a little carefree.
"It would be great if you were really dead."
Nick Fury said coldly.
"My road to redemption is almost over. After SHIELD is reorganized, please tell me. I will wait for your news at the blacksmith shop."
"That's right. , don’t forget to ask the living agents to sign confidentiality agreements.”
Rumlow patted Steve on the shoulder and said in a relaxed and mocking tone.
"You are completely different from how you roared before."
There was a smile on Steve's face, as if he was relieved?
“You are exactly what the brochure said.”
Rumlow opened his mouth, then took out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet and broke off the mouth of the bottle. Pour it into your mouth.
“When will you take that Bucky away?”
Rumlow said and handed the bottle to Steve.
"Also, don't forget to clean the blacksmith shop and settle the salary for my 'sacrifice'. I still owe a lawyer's service fee."
"I have always I thought the blacksmith shop was a weapons research institute.”
Steve took the remaining half bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.
"Didn't I say? It's just a simple blacksmith shop." Rumlow jumped off the table and reached out to take away his battle ax.
With a clicking sound, only the handle of the ax was in Rumlow's hand, and the recruit's battle ax finally came to an end.
This can be said to be the first time in the history of the barbarians.
Finally a novice battle ax that has exhausted its durability is worth celebrating.
“Well, it seems that you still have to pay me a compensation to buy weapons.”
Rumlow said to Nick Fury, whose expression became increasingly ugly.
When the fragment of the ax fell, it hit Nick Fury on the head.
"SHIELD has limited funds."
Nick Fury answered.
“If you build two less safe houses and secret bases, you will have more funds.”
Rumlow threw the ax handle on the table and waved goodbye to Steve.
"Just think of it as the cost of taking away my crystal bottle, you black-hearted bastard!"
After saying these words, Rumlow left the office.
Captain America Steve breathed a sigh of relief.
“Can you repair my shield?”
Steve placed the dented shield on the table.
The place where he was hit was dented, making it impossible for him to hold the shield with one arm the way before.
Before taking off the shield, I had to directly cut off the belt on my arm.
"SHIELD is underfunded."
"Then you need to build two less safe houses and secret bases."
Steve responded.
He also doesn’t like Nick Fury’s way of doing things.
Rumlow was already standing at the elevator door.
When he got into the elevator, he felt uncomfortable.
“Ding Dong~”
Melinda May's figure appeared in front of Rumlow.
"Archives."
The elevator started to move according to the voice instructions.
"There probably won't be any mysterious people showing up this time."
Rumlow muttered quietly.
A quiet time followed.
Just as the elevator was about to reach the archives floor, Melinda spoke.
“I just want to tell you that this is a personal grudge!”
Melinda brought the finger tiger and hit Rumlow hard in the abdomen.
Before she could do anything, the elevator door arrived at the archives room.
"Congratulations on surviving and completing the 'redemption' you wanted, Rumlow."
Melinda retracted her hand, took off the finger tiger and threw it to Rumlow.
"Thank you. I think being an agent may not be suitable for your personality. You may also consider resigning."
Rumlow caught the finger tiger and threw it back.
“I will consider it.”
The elevator door closed slowly.
Rumlow leaned on the armrest behind him and whistled.
I’m writing the follow-up. If I don’t do seven updates before twelve o’clock, I will update six tomorrow!
If I can do it, I will update it five times.
This month I want to update more than 10,000 words per day! Try to make it enjoyable for everyone to watch!
(End of this chapter)