"Rumlow, what's going on here?"
Among the agents who rushed to the elevator door immediately, the man with a high hairline put down the gun in his hand and asked Rumlow.
Of course, he just put down his gun, and the other agents still used weapons to tightly block the two people in the elevator.
"I said, can't you investigate these guys first?"
Rumlow's voice was a little irritated. No matter who was suddenly attacked, he would definitely not be happy.
Rumlow may be more concerned about the identity of the attacker than the two forces within SHIELD.
Although these guys gave strong evidence to Rumlow's remarks, the appearance of these guys was really a bit inexplicable.
It even seemed that Rumlow could not avoid entering the torture chamber again.
"go."
Coulson waved and directed the agents behind him. Those guys carefully avoided Rumlow who had just walked out, put on their gloves and began to collect the residue of those guys.
"Colson, I don't think I did anything to deserve being attacked, right?"
Rumlow looked at Colson, looking at Colson with scrutiny.
He wanted to find some clues from the eyes of this man who always had a gentle face.
You must at least make sure that your plan has been exposed to the eyes of both parties.
Although Rumlow knew that it was destined that he would be suspected, he did not want to be targeted before he started taking action.
Rumlow's eyes put a lot of pressure on Coulson. Rumlow, who had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of the battle, looked as if he was looking at something damned.
"I think we need to wait for the Director."
Coulson spread his hands, a gesture he always liked to use to show his harmlessness.
Of course, moving hands can also have the effect of distracting the opponent's attention.
Coulson wanted to hide his uneasiness. As an agent, he couldn't reveal his true emotions.
Unless you can't help it.
"I hope the identity report of these guys can come out sooner!"
Rumlow's voice couldn't help but get louder, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. The battle had just ended, and he wasn't used to this kind of thing yet.
After all, the feeling of smashing a group of enemies with your own hands is completely different from the feeling of killing enemies with a gun, which made him a little fanatical.
The blood splattered on his body was still dripping, making him look a little scary.
"what happened?"
Nick Fury's voice came from not far away, and these words were nothing more than his declaration of his sovereignty in S.H.I.E.L.D.
On his way here, someone must have told him what happened here.
He might even have watched the surveillance video in the elevator before setting off.
"Seal the scene first, and then start investigating the people nearby!"
Agent Hill directly stepped in and commanded the surrounding agents, while Nick Fury said nothing.
The current situation has been established here, and he only came forward to make this place settle down.
There was an enemy in S.H.I.E.L.D., and there was no such thing as leaving anyone alive. He had to appease his subordinates.
The worst-case scenario is just losing a life substitute, something Nick Fury can't afford to lose.
…
"Uncle, were those guys just demons?"
Gil's hand tugged at the hem of Bulcasso's clothes, full of doubts.
In the eyes of Jill now, those guys are not as good as Jessica, who always comes to the blacksmith shop to make ends meet.
"Those are probably the same as the ashes at the bottom of the furnace. They are nothing."
Bulcaisel had no intention of going into detail. Instead, where he was taking Gil to go was what he cared about most.
It has been a long time since he came to this world, but he has not visited this place much yet.
"Can we go to the amusement park?"
Jill's tone was very careful, it was a small test.
"It's best to let your father take you to that place."
Bulqueso's eyes looked towards a corner not far away, where Frank Custer was paying attention to Jill.
Gil followed Bulcasso's gaze and looked in that direction, and naturally saw his father.
He couldn't help but use some force to hold on to Bulcasso's clothes.
"Okay, let's go there."
Bulcaisel's hand began to wrap around the head with a burr-like feel again.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to let Gil go out with his dad for the day, and it would take him out of the trouble of his choice.
Although he felt the smoke smell on Frank's body.
"Um!"
Jill was a little excited and followed Bulcaisel through the crowd and walked to Frank's position.
"Take your children to play for a day. It just so happens that you can also take a rest."
Bulqueso's words were like a strong command. Although they didn't sound very nice, Frank still took Jill's hand with grateful eyes.
Bulcasso watched the father and son walk away with some hesitation.
He suddenly didn't know what to do.
"Maybe go find Gu Yi and ask her if she has any good sandbags she can recommend to me."
Bulcaisel's muttering was not quiet, at least everyone around him could hear it.
…
"Matthew, when exactly are you going to find out about the Hand?"
Luke sat on the floor of the safe house, the Star Battle Helmet coiled in his hands.
The safe house is now shared by two people, although Luke hasn't paid a dime.
"It will probably take some time. The Punisher came out recently and has calmed down the gangs a lot."
When Matthew talked about the Punisher, his tone was inevitably a little low.
The place where that guy appeared was like a massacre. All the gang members were dead, and it was difficult to find anyone in the entire stronghold who could breathe.
"I'm quite bored these days. I might as well continue training on Harrogas Mountain."
Luke grabbed a towel and wiped his helmet.
"There is a place we can go and see in two days. Although it is not a hand force, it is still a trading site."
Matthew also felt a little bored. Although he was busy providing legal aid to the poor every day, he was used to fighting and felt a little empty.
"Where?"
"An abandoned factory in the west, it seems to be arms this time."
"Why do those bastards always like to trade in places like abandoned factories? If I were the NYPD, I would definitely install surveillance cameras on those factories first!"
Luke cursed.
Hell's Kitchen is not a good place. It is unclear how many rogue police officers there are among the police officers of the 15th Precinct.
The guys inside provided a lot of help to those bastards one by one.
"Don't you know their funding has been cut again?"
Matthew said a little feebly.
The law enforcement department was constantly being weakened, and he couldn't figure out what was in the heads of those high-ranking officials.
As for things like coordination and advocacy, he doesn't understand. He is just a lawyer, not a politician.
