"Bulkess, I still can't understand what you're doing."
Rumlow looked at the person in front of him with determination in his tone.
"You definitely have a way to save that veteran, just like you saved me."
Rumlow looked at Bulcasso's back and his tone became more firm. It wasn't that he was overflowing with love, it was just that he couldn't figure out why Bulcasso did what he did.
"Why would I do this? Because he seems remorseful?"
Bulcaisuo didn't even look back and strode forward. Bulquesso felt that this kind of thing didn't seem to need thinking.
The snow on the holy mountain of Harrogas seemed to be dancing all the time, but the blood flowers that fell on Bulcaisuo disappeared directly.
Bulkesso has seen too many such things, just like Nilasek back then. Wouldn't he regret what he did?
No! Niracek died with relief.
But no one would give him another chance.
All opportunities given by others are just the sudden wavering of the giver.
Even Rumlow only temporarily changed his mind because of the will of Tarik and Mocott.
No one is born to get everything they want, and unfortunately Bulcasio wasn't about to save a remorseful veteran from an Avenger.
"I still don't understand, just like the woman over there, why can she come here? The smell on her body is full of sin."
Rumlow looked at Jessica Jones who was wielding a hatchet in the distance. Their position was just right to see Orak's strong body and Jessica Jones' figure.
Although he didn't know the specific situation of this woman, the sin that lingered on her body made him very concerned.
"She will probably die in the first trial. Rumlow, have you forgotten the tragic situation when you first entered the secret realm? At that time, I thought you would die in it."
Bulcaisel did not even glance in the direction Rumlow was looking at.
He could know what was on this eternal holy mountain from the mouths of those ancestors.
More than once, Orac chose the barbarian he liked as his successor. The one with the best luck failed to see Hamelin and the endless rats.
Being chosen by Orak basically represents a glorious death.
"Okay, Rumlow, instead of worrying about that veteran, you should think about how you can continue to become stronger."
Bulcaisel stopped and turned around.
Talik was already standing in front, waiting for his successor.
Bulcaisel wondered what to do after the barbarian.
There doesn't seem to be much need for barbarians to exist in this world. The demons in hell are all so weak and weak, so what can barbarians get here?
"I thought we were Mercy."
Rumlow shook his head and walked towards Tarik. He was bland because he just wanted an answer.
Unlimited demands are inherently unfair.
"We are justice. Mercy is the province of the Hope that hides in the hood."
Bulkesso said.
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"Sir, does his memory need adjustment?"
Bucky, who was undergoing surgery, was still lying on the operating table, but his body was already having a heartbeat. Apparently the most dangerous level has been passed.
Although the doctor didn't know the identity of the people in the operating room, he didn't want to know at all.
In a place like SHIELD, the more you know, the more danger you have.
A transformed veteran is much better than an agent who has undergone "treatment".
Although several operations are still needed before complete recovery, there is no possibility of failure at this point.
"Erase the dead part and let him think he was just seriously injured."
Nick Fury said this to the doctor in front of him.
Now he is still worried about werewolves and mummies. SHIELD's power has been greatly weakened. Now he cares about every combat power.
"As you wish, Director."
The doctor shook his head, then turned back to the operating room.
This surgery is a long-term matter, and he needs to be prepared before the next surgery.
The turmoil in S.H.I.E.L.D. continues, and all senior executives of the Council are meeting intensively to discuss how to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even the military gave up looking for the big green monster for the time being and focused on how to bite off a piece of flesh from S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I thought you were going to come over and apologize to us in person."
A dull sound sounded, accompanied by the rustle of a chocolate bar being chewed.
"I thought you would come later."
Nick Fury didn't want to see this giant guy at all.
"Ah, I just stopped by. After all, we found traces of the devil."
Hellboy, like Mammon who was extracted directly from Constantine's belly by Bulcasso, is the son of the devil.
But due to some accidents, he stood on the human side.
SHIELD has analyzed this guy's body and found some human characteristics, but they have no possibility of replicating this power.
"You have never been willing to share information with us, and I have never seen a demon other than you until now."
Nick Fury belittles Hellboy without fear.
He has long accepted the existence of aliens and believes that these guys are no different from aliens.
Mysterious areas have never been their focus.
After all, their purpose is to maintain "world peace" and their goal is to focus on those superhuman beings.
"You've always been so annoying. Mystery is a rigorous subject, and your scientific brains can't figure it out."
Hellboy took out a cigar and clamped it on the huge stone arm.
"Okay, since you still have tasks, go ahead and do it. I can..."
Before Nick Fury could finish his words, he was punched and knocked to the ground.
"The reason why I stopped by is to beat you up, you bastard. Abel is still recovering from his injuries, so he asked me to beat you up."
Hellboy turned and left, he still had things to do.
Before, he felt an aura similar to his moving around the city.
So he applied for this assignment just to vent his anger on his friend Abel.
"But the injuries on your body seem to be to your soul?"
Hellboy left these words and left directly.
The power of hell has always been something to be wary of.
As an honorary human being, Anu N Rama's main task is to deal with these things that are not believed and "do not exist".
