Chapter 356: Do it first, talk later! (Almost a 10,000-word chapter)
“Rumlow, do you know why Bulcasso is angry?”
Talik walked slowly and leisurely in front, followed by a somewhat distressed Rum. Luo.
Talik has a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now is to find Mokot.
The ancestor who was always taciturn did not like lively occasions unless the people around him were his trusted comrades.
"I don't quite understand."
Rumlow's voice was obviously a little irritated, and Bulcasso's attitude towards him made him feel that he was not very welcome.
“Because you represent not only me, but also Mocott.
Mocott was originally the most promising barbarian to become the next general, but unfortunately he is not only old but He is older than Qualkek, and he will die earlier than Qualkeke."
Talik said somewhat hollowly.
Mocott, a taciturn savage.
Anda Kurgas was the first person to take a fancy to Bulcaisuo, who had yet to show his qualifications as a strong player, and Mocott was the second.
"Mocott may be more important to Bulkaisso than Warusk."
Talik walked silently, not caring at all that he mentioned Warusk. Sk is a name that should have been downplayed.
If you want to give an example, only the guy Warusk can be more clear.
"No mercy?"
Rumlow asked, with a bit of hope in his expression.
The recognition of a legend means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.
Then give birth to new strong ones.
Speaking of the legend of "No Mercy", Tarik stopped:
"You can't get without mercy. In this world, no one except Bulkeso will get without mercy.
Because of mercy, there is no mercy.
Although this is said There seems to be some contradiction, but these are Mocott's original words. "
Rumlow looked past Tarik in front of him and looked at Mocott who was sitting quietly in the bushes.
Perhaps it is more convincing to hear it from Mocott himself than to hear it from Tarik's mouth.
"Did I say that at the time?"
Mocott raised his head and looked at Tarik, with a dazed look on his face.
Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too long a memory, and Mocott himself couldn't remember the specific things.
"Of course, you said that."
Talik smiled at Mocott, and then pushed Rumlow in front of Mocott.
"This is the person we selected together at that time. You can't leave them all to me to teach you, right?"
Talik said with a smile on his face.
Mocott as a soul now cannot be more powerful than Talik as one of the three ancestors.
That is only for him who is dead.
While alive, Tarik spent a long period of time receiving education from Mocott.
This education continued until Mokot returned to the Holy Mountain as an ancestral spirit.
“I just think it’s a bit of a waste for a young man who could become an excellent warrior to be killed directly by Bulqessor.”
Mocott raised his eyes and looked directly at Tarik.
This direct gaze full of oppression lasted until Tarik put away the unnecessary expression on his face.
"Dead people should not consume the few other emotions except anger. Tarik, you have done too many things recently."
Mocott closed his eyes with satisfaction, reached out and wiped the snow on the ground, and then pulled out a bottle of the special liquor left by his ancestors from Bulqueso.
Then he threw it directly to Rumlow.
When a soul drinks, nothing is left but a burning sensation.
The wine brewed by Bulcaisel specially for the ancestors contains his blood and part of his emotions.
This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their state for a longer period of time when they are souls, or should I say! human nature!
Mocott obviously knew why Tarik appeared in front of him with Rumlow.
The barbarians’ trust in the Immortal King is not because of the lofty throne, but because every Immortal King is someone they trust. This is the title of Immortal King. dyed with different colors.
Over the years, my relatives may not understand what Bulkesso means to them.
"Drink it, Rumlow, I hope you can have the opportunity to feel Bulcasso's soul."
Mocott rarely spoke without interruption.
But on the closed eyes, the eyelids were trembling.
Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, the dark red wine exuding a faint light.
This is completely different from the one Rumlow got before.
"What an irresponsible statement. Is this a test?"
Rumlow smiled, and then glanced at the token of shame hung around Tarik's waist.
The emotions are a bit mixed.
When the Token of Shame was used as a sacrifice to help Vader rush into the Dark Soul Stone, for a moment, Rumlow broke away from the influence of this legend.
Even as Talik began to gather his legend again, he became controlled again.
But memory doesn’t lie.
For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.
Besides, Rumlow didn't think Tarik knew anything about it, and so far, Tarik hadn't told him about it.
"Just an opportunity. A chance to realize your dream."
Talik said, crossing his arms.
Looking at Rumlow, there was some expectation in his eyes.
Perhaps Rumlow can get what they have always wanted for him.
The redeemed are never easy to be.
Compared with the Ring of Nagel that Matthew got, the Resonating Skull that Rumlow got is a bit far behind.
The answer that was truly recognized by Bulcaisel was Rumlow's.
Otherwise, Bulcaisel would not have emphasized that Tarik should teach him. Compared to Matthew, Bulqueso's words to Rumlow were more meaningful.
Knowing your own weakness is only the first step, changing the current situation of weakness is the most urgent need.
Qualkirk has always done this.
A mountain-splitting axe?
This only means who is most similar to Qualkek, not who can surpass Quarkek.
Rumlow raised his head and poured the drink into his mouth.
A stifling pungency and rising compassion in his heart made Rumlow lose consciousness for a moment.
Mocott closed his eyes and nodded.
He felt the compassion coming from Bulcaisuo's soul, and it was obvious that what he did was right.
“Are you ready?”
Talik asked Mokot mouth-syncing.
Even with his eyes closed, Mocott nodded as if he heard it.
Tarik took out the Resonating Skull and stuck this legendary helmet firmly on Rumlow's head!
This legendary power can give the battle cry a charming effect, so that the enemies affected by the battle can become his help.
But in the final analysis, that is only part of the resonance. ,
The reason why the unlucky Lessard was eaten by the demon he summoned was because the demon wanted to share his pain with Lessard!
Demons are not inherently evil, many of them are souls controlled by the power of the Burning Hell.
If anything, it's probably somewhat similar to the Cybermen that appeared before.
All emotions are suppressed, but not non-existent.
This piece of equipment can allow Rumlow to better feel the compassion of Bulcasso!
In Rumlow's perspective, the figure of Bulcasso appeared.
In front of Bulcasso stood a burning house on the desolate ground.
There was a woman standing inside, half of her body had turned into a bug, and she was constantly fighting with herself.
Two bodies were lying on the ground.
One looks like a child and the other looks like a male.
Based on Rumlow's professional qualities, it was obvious that the man had no idea that he would be attacked.
Death came suddenly and simply.
But the child's body was in pieces, and some flesh and blood was still hanging on the woman's mouth, which had turned into a disgusting mouthpart.
"You can leave a last wish."
Bulkessor said in a gentle tone that Rumlow had never seen before.
"Kill! Me! Please kill me!!! Kill! All of them!"
The woman's initial prayer turned into a roar, just like before on the battlefield There was no difference between the demons I saw.
She waved her arms, which were no longer under her control, and rushed towards Bulcasso.
Then the sharp mouthparts bit hard on Bulcasso's shoulder.
Bulkessor didn't make any move, letting the bug that the woman turned into bite on his shoulder.
“You can also say another wish.”
Bulkessor said this.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman who had almost completely turned into an insect.
The anger turned into a tangible flame, burning the insect bit by bit.
The growing carapace turned into charcoal and fell to the ground.
Among the charred carapace and smelly flesh, the painful and desperate face of the woman was revealed.
The power of the Burning Hell made her will irreversible.
"Revenge, right? I will smash that devil into pulp, and then use it as fertilizer for the saplings in front of your door."
Bulkessor said this.
Even if the woman didn't say anything, she just kept trying to chew the flesh and blood on Bulcasso's shoulder.
Bulkessor's arms tightened little by little. He made his muscles as soft as tides, hugged the woman, and then used the most appropriate force to prevent her body from being damaged. He died painlessly.
Rumlow observed silently from a third party perspective.
This kind of scene didn't make much sense to him, a man who had been an agent and had caused countless crimes.
But the emotion of disdain will not arise.
"If you want me to see these pictures, it may not have any effect on me."
Rumlow said this.
He knew that both Tarik and Mocott could hear it.
"I'm so impatient, nothing like Qualkek."
Mocott said.
I didn’t even think about whether Rumlow still had a chance to get the mountain-splitting axe.
Even though Qualkek has a bad temper, he will not make any judgments easily.
“So, the mountain splitting ax should be prepared for other people.”
Tarik shook his head, and the hand holding the Resonance Skull pressed hard, pouring his own energy into it.
He thought Rumlow would have a chance, but now it seems that chance has become much slimmer.
What came before was just the beginning.
Rumlow's consciousness was completely reversed at this time. As the man who fell on the ground, he experienced everything that man had to do.
A warm and simple dinner that was only enough to satisfy the stomach turned into a tragedy after a scream.
The wife's screams made the man come forward worriedly, and then he was killed unprepared and confused.
The next moment, the soul wavered and appeared in the belly of the demon!
Feeling the child's flesh and blood crossing my body bit by bit, I felt the fear, pain and despair of confusion and ignorance!
The ability to empathize is a quality that distinguishes humans from demons and angels.
Human beings will be sad because of the sadness of the same kind, and they will be happy because of the joy of the same kind!
You may even feel a corresponding feeling because of a text description.
It's like someone said that he stuck a toothpick between his toes and then kicked the wall hard.
The devil won't.
Neither can angels.
Devils are only confused by the situation of their own kind.
Angelic mercy fills the high heavens.
Rumlow began to tremble inside.
The next moment, he became that child, feeling confused, scared, tortured and panicked.
The next moment, he felt the cry of that woman’s soul!
As the owner of the body, I lost control of my body from that scream.
The body became a cage, and he could only watch his body being controlled by the chaotic instinct of the devil, killing his family, and killing his children in the cruelest way.
Until the heat of Bulcasso's blood came from my mouth!
In a state of confusion, he finally spoke out his revenge, and then found relief in the warmth.
Compassion?
Rumlow did not understand compassion from Bulcaisso's emotions, because Bulcaisuo did not think much about mercy at that time.
He understood something else!
Angry and cruel!
Rumlow's body flashed with rage, forming sword-like sharp edges that converged on his body!
The sharp anger pierced Tarik's body, dyeing the soul blood red!
"It seems that you have done unnecessary things, Mocott."
Tarik said with a smile.
This wasn't the result they wanted, but it was better than what they wanted to hand to Rumlow!
What conditions are needed to understand the barbarian’s innate skills?
Power is only part of it, more is the consciousness in the blood!
"All I know is that he said goodbye to the glory of Qualkek."
Mocott muttered and then stood up!
Compassion leads to no mercy?
Mocott still can’t remember when he said such nonsense!
Even though he had been sitting there thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember.
So he thought Tarik was lying.
Cruelty and mercy go well together!
“But I think Bulkesso can say goodbye to Wu Ming!”
Mocott said firmly!
He walked up to Rumlow, grabbed Rumlow's shoulders with both hands, and then leaned back with all his strength!
Rumlow finally opened his eyes!
What catches the eye is a forehead that is constantly enlarging!
From the whistling sound that broke through the sky, Rumlow saw death coming.
【Maybe that’s good too? Death seems to be a matter of time? 】
Funny thoughts appeared in Rumlow's mind, and then he closed his eyes again.
He is feeling the power coming from his body!
Almost in an instant, he knew the power of cruelty!
For severely injured enemies, it can cause more damage!
“Bang!”
A crisp muffled sound!
Mocott plunged into Rumlow's body!
The kind of anger that belonged to Mocott began to burn with the help of Rumlow's body!
If Rumlow's anger is like a small bonfire, then Mocott's anger is like a burning mountain fire!
The angry flames rose, reflecting a red scene in the corner of the holy mountain!
Bulkasso, who was thinking about what reward to give to Wayne, looked up and smiled on his face.
“I really don’t understand why I believed in Talik’s evil and saved you from Bulkatho. But now, you can use the ancestor summons!”
Mocott's voice was trembling.
What he did was put his mark on Rumlow!
Connected his soul to Rumlow!
He will only use Rumlow's knowledge to feel humanity. From now on, he no longer has to consume Bulcaisel's humanity!
The legend of Mercy is a legend that will only increase after releasing the rage of the berserker and the summons of the ancestors at the same time!
Mocott is a follower of Volusk!
His legend is similar to that of the Immortal King suit!
Two point five times!
This is the increase brought about by Wu Mian!
It’s just that this increase will only appear on the skill Hammer of the Ancestors!
Coupled with the Elder Men's Bracers in Rumlow's hands, this makes him even more powerful!
Although it is better than the suit of the Immortal King, it can bring an all-round increase of forty times.
But Wu Ming’s power is enough!
When Mokot was summoned, he was not like those barbarians who had no connection with their ancestors. The three ancestors summoned would be called the Three Idiots.
When Rumlow summons his ancestors, Mocott's will will also come!
Shroud in Rumlow's body, causing each attack to be carried out twice!
Before Rumlow could not reach the level of summoning Mocott's complete power. Summoned Ancestral Spirits will only remain twice as strong as Rumlow.
This is just the first harvest!
And the wine from before!
Even if there is only a small part of Bulcaisel's blood, there are only sporadic emotions.
But these are enough to increase Rumlow's blood concentration and body strength to the point where he can unleash the lowest level of berserker's fury!
Even though it could only last for a short period of time, during that time Rumlow already had enough power to kill Rorschach instantly!
"Now, young warrior, you have no chance of going astray! Mokot will be watching you! All the time!"
Talik withdrew his arm.
“This is called doing it first! Talking later!”
Tarik chuckled quietly.
Being followed by Mocott is definitely not a good experience.
That weird guy will teach Rumlow more things outside of Tarik's training.
From this point on, Rumlow's happy herding career is over!
Atonement is urged!
The battle will be guided!
No thought in life will escape Mocott's control!
No freedom at all!
But this is Mocott’s mercy!
It is better to be controlled and walk on the right path than to take a wrong step and make a big mistake!
"Ancestor Mocott, does that mean he won't show mercy because he is compassionate?"
Rumlow said with a grimace.
Smoothly pushed the Resonating Skull on his head to the top of his head, revealing his mature face.
But deep in the eyes, the light of hope is constantly flashing!
He understood that he was finally recognized!
Treated as a junior by the barbarians, Bulkesso, and these ancestors!
“Talk nonsense!”
Mocott’s somewhat dissatisfied voice came, and his figure flashed in front of Rumlow!
Only part of the boiling anger returned to Mocott.
More were left in Rumlow's body!
Strengthening the body requires energy.
If food is not prepared in advance, Mocott can only contribute this part of the energy to strengthen the recruits.
"You are always like this." Tarik continued with a smile:
"You can now experience the taste of food and wine through Rumlow's feelings. , but you don’t want to feel everything.”
These words with a strong sense of ridicule made Mocott's old face blush.
Mocott was single from the beginning.
“I’ll give him some rest!”
After Mocott finished speaking, he disappeared.
“Come on, Rumlow, now I will go and ask for mercy from you.
I hope Bulcasso is in a good mood, and it is best that the master of the mountain-splitting ax has been chosen now. "
Talik patted Rumlow's back hard, making a banging sound.
Rumlow wore a mask-like helmet on his head, blowing The whistle was as cheerful as a deer running through the mountains and forests.
The blood of Bulcasso made Rumlow's body more like a barbarian from the Buck Tribe.
It's just that Bulcaisel probably won't recognize Rumlow as a member of the Buck Tribe
At least not now.
Until the sins he has shouldered are repaid twice as much, Rumrock is not worthy of calling himself a proud stag!
......
"Wayne, you have already made a good harvest. But you want to know my weaknesses?"
Bulkeso had a smile on his lips. .
He was sincerely amused by Wayne's wish.
There are many people who want to know Bulcaisel's weaknesses, and there are also many who know about his weaknesses.
But he never thought that he would hear such a request from a barbarian.
“Can you tell me why you want to know my weaknesses?”
Bulkasso’s hand stopped inside the backpack. He had not yet thought about what to give Wayne. award.
Especially after Wayne said he wasn't in desperate need of a power boost right away.
"I'm afraid you'll lose control, Bulcaisel."
Wayne frankly stated his reasons.
There is no hint of fear or hesitation.
Even though he knows that asking about the other person's weaknesses is a bit outrageous.
"Your worries are interesting, but I want you to know that all the ancestors on the Holy Mountain are worried about this."
Bulkessor smiled.
Looking at all the ancestors around him openly.
The ancestors were stunned for a moment, and then laughed together!
The small voice soon became the only sound on the sacred mountain of Harrogath.
"Yes, he is right!"
Olongus laughed so hard that he could hardly stand upright.
A pair of hands kept patting his thighs.
"The gatekeeper was set up to restrain the Immortal King."
Kolic said, covering his forehead.
He felt that Wayne's worries were a little premature.
Even if he knew Bulcaisel's weakness, what would be the use?
If Bulcasso really loses control one day, he will not even have the ability to stop Bulcasso from even a single confrontation.
Karl Qiu just showed a perfunctory smile on his face.
Along with him is the barbarian swordmaster, Kahn.
The two of them were only one step away from the position of gatekeeper.
Even now they are the back men of the gatekeepers.
If anything happens to the current three ancestors, Kalju and Kahn will immediately take up that position.
As for the three ancestors being knocked down together, it has never happened before.
Had it not been for that damn big explosion, the two of them could have continued fighting together with Tarik, who had been guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain.
"I am willing to give up my reward, and I also want to know the answer to this question."
Wayne did not care about the laughter of the ancestors around him, and said in a more determined voice.
“Honestly, Wayne, I admire you very much.”
Bulkasso looked at Wayne in front of him and said openly.
"You can ask any ancestor about my weakness, and they will give you the answer. Do you really want to give up your reward because of this well-known problem?"
Burquetso first gave Wayne a chance to take back what he had said.
He continued with a serious look:
"Even if you catch any demon from the Burning Hell, you will most likely be able to force this answer out of their mouths. You can also You can change your wish, this news is not worth giving up the reward you deserve."
Bulkasso looked at Wayne in front of him with a smile on his face.
The affair with Rumlow is over, Tarik has told him.
So he was in a much better mood at this time.
"My wish is to hear you talk about your weaknesses from your mouth, Bulcaisel."
Wayne did not change his words.
He lowered his head, hiding his eyes.
It seems that he is worried that his thoughts will be seen through.
"Are you serious?"
Bulkasso became serious.
If Wayne insisted, he would grant this modest wish.
“Yes.”
Wayne did not change his story.
The ancestors around also stopped laughing.
Leiko looked at Wayne thoughtfully, and then glanced at Matthew who was thinking.
She suddenly felt that Wayne might be able to focus on his training.
This guy has somewhat similar thoughts to Kanai.
"My weakness..."
Bulcaisuo frowned and was trying hard to organize his words.
Although he knew what his weakness was, he had never said it out of his own mouth.
"All mental skills are meaningless to a barbarian of my level. But the power of magic and rules can effectively hurt me."
Bulkesso's side He said while thinking.
Bulkessor, who can maintain the rage of a berserker without restriction in battle, is able to ignore all controls.
Unless it is some kind of rule, such as death, the rule of life.
But that's only the extent of the damage.
Bulkessor now has a large number of rules. Some rules that are not lethal enough can hurt Bulkesso, but they cannot pose a fatal threat.
"If any spell is a weakness, the spell that directly hits the soul is my weakness."
Bulkessor said this.
This is certainly a weakness.
Those hell demons can use this to get a chance to deal with Bulkesso.
Although Bulcasso's soul is not complete.
But the dark soul stone embedded in the forehead not only brings negative effects.
Use your soul to attack in front of the Dark Soul Stone?
Then he was probably ready to be with Bulcasso for a long time.
Jortun Kule will not rely on the strength of his soul to cause trouble in front of the current Bulcaisuo.
“It’s easier to kill me than to kill something like Death.
At least I’m still a human being, so beheading, bleeding, and damaging the life force itself can all work against me It works."
Bulkessor said with a smile.
The premise that kills the rules will only be the power of the rules.
Most simple attacks will not work against the rules.
But physical attacks are effective against Bulcaisel.
As long as someone can defeat the barbarian who is already known as the strongest in hand-to-hand combat, then killing Bulcaisel is not a delusion.
Unfortunately, this requirement may be the most difficult to achieve.
If you want to cut off Bulkaiso's head, you must at least be able to cut through Bulkaiso's tough flesh and bones.
Now Bulcaisel is using legendary equipment even for cutting his nails and cutting his hair.
It's the dagger called the Barber.
Bulkessor knew that this dagger was called the Head-Shaving Master because when the witch doctor used this legendary weapon, the soul barrage skill would cause "head-shaving" damage to enemies in a wide range around him.
But since this dagger is called this name, it seems a bit wasteful not to use it to shave hair and cut nails.
This dagger is really sharp.
At least a little sharper than the Blade of Envy, which deals critical damage to enemies with full status.
“I will not lose in close combat.”
Bulkessor looked at Wayne in front of him and said with a smile.
He wanted to support Wayne's idea.
But there seemed to be only so much he could say.
“That’s it?”
Wayne still lowered his head and asked.
Of course he would not be satisfied with the answer given by Bulkesso.
This statement is a bit general.
"Bulkessor's weakness? From a devil's perspective, it's probably greed?"
Madoc said casually.
To be honest, most Nephalem are greedy.
Even if you put a large basket on the edge of a box and pull the rope at the right time, it will probably be able to frame a Nephalem.
“I just want to recycle all the things that are lying outside. I think it is more appropriate to call it frugal!”
Bulcaisel choked at Madoc.
"Okay, frugal."
Madoc shook his head noncommittally.
This is a problem common to all Nephalem.
Maddock will naturally not be excluded.
"I think you won't threaten me with your own safety, right? Let's first say that I will protect all barbarians, but I will not risk the destruction of the barbarians and agree to stupid conditions such as suicide.
But I promise to avenge you."
Bulkesso glanced at Wayne and said with some doubts.
Threatening barbarians with hostages is definitely not a good idea.
Hesitation will only be a hindrance in the battle with demons and pose a greater threat.
Barbarians don't take hostage threats.
“I bear witness!”
Lea said, raising her little hand.
I didn’t feel embarrassed at all.
At that time, the great demon Diavolo occupied her body, but Bulcaisso still chopped off the huge head without any hesitation.
Hostages are of no use.
Most old school warriors are the same.
Rescuing hostages will only be carried out when it is absolutely safe.
The demon used hostages as traps not once or twice, and the Nephalem were almost tired of it.
Sometimes when seeing the hostages in the cage, the Nephalem would like to say hand over the treasure box and spare the lives of the demons.
Hostage incidents are routine, not accidental.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Madoc laughed loudly.
The smile made Olongus and the others feel a little confused.
After all, the three ancestors were not absent when fighting Diavolo, but people like Orlongus did not have the ability to intervene.
The three ancestors are special.
"Okay, if you still plan to listen, I can probably only take you to the Burning Hell to ask Baal."
Bulkessor waved his hand and faced Wei En said.
No matter how many weaknesses he has, he can't even think of them.
“I got it.”
Wayne nodded and silently withdrew.
Bulkeso was a little troubled.
Now that Wayne has decided to use his prize in exchange for the answer to this question.
Then it would be inappropriate to give out prizes.
Fortunately, Wayne was also the one who stayed in the battle until the end, so the help in terms of equipment did not seem so urgent.
"I will take you with me when I go to Baal, and you can ask him personally then. I can even take you to that bastard Tyrell, and you can get the information you want to know from him."< br>
Bulkasso continued.
A guarantee was made to Wayne.
As for whether Barr will affect Wayne, he is not worried at all.
When he appears in front of Baal, Baal will say goodbye to his role as the Demon God of Destruction.
The same goes for Tyrell!
Influence a barbarian through mind control?
Unless that barbarian is a fool like Nilasek who only knows how to study magic.
Otherwise, any barbarian who has mastered the rage of the berserker will not be affected by his sanity.
The barbarian who is filled with anger will not leave any space for other emotions to invade!
...
"Agent Hill, when did you go out?"
Melinda met Agent Hill on her way from get off work.
SHIELD has been a little busy lately, and she has to work overtime to cope with the heavy clerical work.
Unexpectedly, I met the thoughtful Agent Hill at the gate of SHIELD.
"I got off work a long time ago. I was just relaxing."
Hill said this.
Obviously he was brushing off Melinda's question.
Now all she can think about is how to deduct a portion of SHIELD's funds to build safe houses and build her own connections like Nick Fury without being discovered.
After all, what Nick Fury did was already listed as prohibited in the last release of materials.
Everything Nick Fury has ever used has been blocked.
Now it is impossible to deduct funds even if you specifically recruit financial talents.
"Hey! This is the first time I've seen you leave the office in these days."
Melinda said a little too enthusiastically.
“I know, that’s why I need to come out and relax.”
Hill finally focused on Melinda.
She could think of the reason why Melinda pressed her.
She had a share in the attack on Rumlow at that time, so Melinda's targeting was justified.
This reason became even more abundant after she rejected Melinda's request to resign again.
“I don’t think you should have any hope of pissing me off and firing you. You must know that there is no such thing as retirement in the secret service.”
Hill raised his eyes and looked at Melinda in front of him with a very serious expression.
No matter how stupid Hill is, he will never let Melinda, an elite person, leave SHIELD.
"Can I take a long vacation?"
Melinda said.
Suddenly a familiar figure was observed in the corner of his eye.
But she didn't show her qualities as an agent.
"This can be discussed, I will talk to the director."
Hill said this.
The topic of resignation can be ended here.
So Hill bypassed Melinda and walked directly into the office building.
Melinda left the spot as if nothing had happened, avoided all eyes and walked around a corner.
Looking at the door in front of her that looked like an old warehouse door, the corners of Melinda's eyes twitched uncontrollably.
"I knew there was a reason why SHIELD's front-line personnel were always under-equipped with equipment and funds."
She muttered and pushed open the door that said Secret Base. door.
Then he looked at the man inside with a hairline that was a billion dots high.
"I thought you were dead, Coulson. Now it seems that this is another secret operation of the director?"
Melinda said this.
"Yes! Secret operation, but not the director's. I found that the director has many secrets, and he may even be a Hydra!"
Colson is serious said to Melinda.
The missing word count will be added tomorrow.
Thanks!
(End of this chapter)