055 The Plan to Destroy SHIELD Has Begun!

After throwing the two guys onto the Holy Mountain of Harrogas, Bulcaisuo spent a few leisurely days.

Finally, with the help of Ancient One, Jill began to live the school life of a normal child.

Although after returning home, he would swing the ax for a period of time every day according to Bulqueso's requirements, but this level of practice was probably not much different from doing radio gymnastics for a period of time every day.

At least that's how it looked in Bulkesso's eyes.

…

"Instructor, that's all I want to say."

Rumlow's body has basically recovered. Now he found an opportunity to make an appointment with his old instructor Dam Dugan, and talked to Dugan about it in a private room of a closed tavern. Some HYDRA trivia.

Of course, he hasn't told all these things yet, because he knows very well that if Dugan knows all this, he is afraid that he will rush into Pierce's office with his beloved pistol the next moment.

So Rumlow planned to tell the veteran the news bit by bit in the next conversation.

"You kid didn't lie to me?"

Damn Dugan looked at Rumlow, who was still a little pale, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Originally, when Rumlow invited him to drink, he was reluctant to come out.

For this old guy who is dedicated to training the new generation of agents, Rumlow is just one of the more capable students in the past.

If Rumlow hadn't said categorically that there were important matters that needed to be discussed with him alone, he would have hung up the phone with a scolding.

Let alone bring Rumlow to this safe house that only belongs to him.

But now after hearing what Rumlow said, he regretted it even more.

"You said you're Hydra now?"

When Dugan said this, his hand had already touched the large-caliber revolver on his waist.

As a veteran, Dugan didn't like to think about twists and turns of conspiracies.

He was never good at solving problems, only the people who created them.

That's what he did on the battlefield, and it seemed to work well.

"Instructor, please put down your hands first. If I want to harm you, I won't appear alone in front of you."

Speaking of which, Rumlow was surprised that Dugan was able to listen to what he said before reaching for the pistol. He had thought that after he finished saying that he was Hydra, he would be attracted by the big gun that could be used as a souvenir in the museum. The revolver was pointed at his head.

"Now Hydra's influence in SHIELD has far exceeded your imagination. I can't trust even Nick Fury."

Rumlow poured dirty water on Nick's black bald head without any psychological pressure.

"Then you can trust me?"

Dugan put his hand back on the table, picked up the vodka in the glass and took a sip.

His expression calmed down.

"Only the Howling Commandos of the past are trustworthy. Even if Nick Fury has ascended to the position of director, I still have doubts."

"After all, Pierce, the previous generation of director, was my direct superior."

As soon as Rumlow finished speaking, there was a sound of the glass falling on the table.

Alexander Pierce only ascended to the position of director after being approved by these old guys, including Damn Dugan.

"You know what you're talking about!"

Dugan's calm expression turned ferocious in an instant.

If Pierce is also a Hydra, it means that these old guys have completely handed over everything SHIELD has to the enemies they have been facing.

"Now, I have an idea, which is to bypass Nick Fury and conduct an internal investigation of SHIELD!"

Rumlow's expression remained unchanged as he picked up the pure water in front of him. His body was not suitable for ingesting alcohol.

"Also, if Pierce is Hydra, then Nick Fury, the guy he single-handedly pushed to the position of director, is indeed untrustworthy."

Dugan had already picked up the revolver in his hand and pointed it at Rumlow's head.

"But if what you say is true, then wouldn't you, Pierce's confidant, be even less trustworthy!"

Dugan squinted his eyes and looked at Rumlow, who remained calm under his gun.

For him, only the dead Hydra can make him feel at ease, and whether the Hydra is alive or dead, it is not a good thing.

"Of course, I'm not trustworthy either. Instructor, you can take my life away with one shot right now. As long as you can find a way to contact your old comrades and start investigating and cleaning up SHIELD."

"You know, I've never really liked the story of the prodigal son, but the news you mentioned and your presence have an irreplaceable role in this matter."

Dugan took back the revolver in his hand and said to Rumlow.

"So, your life is saved."

Even if Dugan doesn't like to think about conspiracies, he can at least think of Rumlow's current situation.

Now that the news has been revealed, Rumlow has no chance to look back.

Back then, the Red Skull never gave his subordinates a chance to make up for their mistakes, and Hydra had always been like this.

Dugan took out two cigars from the drawer on the counter and threw one to Rumlow.

"Now, you bastard, tell me your specific plans."

…

"Idiot! How many times have I told you that this is not how weapons are wielded!"

Madoc's shadow roared loudly at Luke Cage, and the metal rod in his hand hit Luke Cage's head without reservation, making a dull sound.

Today is the second day of training for these two idiots after they climbed to the top of the Holy Mountain. It took them several days to climb to the top of the mountain, and they almost starved to death on the Holy Mountain.

In these days of observation, Maddock has understood the specific situation of this guy.

His physical strength is not much different from that of ordinary barbarians, and his immature fighting skills make him suspect that this guy will be torn to pieces by the devil in a blink of an eye when he enters the battlefield.

"For a guy like you, how could Bul-Kathos think of sending you to the foot of the Holy Mountain!"

Madoc's iron rod fell on Luke again.

It's not that Luke Cage didn't think about resisting. He did so on the first day of his training.

Because Maddock's training was not democratic or free at all.

As a result, he groaned in pain in front of a blind man all night, and the bruises all over his body made him understand how weak he was.

Now he could only mechanically swing the blade in his hand, slashing in the direction of the cold wind.

Madoc's eyes were full of helplessness.

When he first saw Luke, more than a dozen barbarian ancestors jumped out and wanted to train him.

After all, it is a rare thing in this world to see a guy whose physical strength is not much different from that of a barbarian recruit.

Madoc grabbed this opportunity with his outstanding fighting ability, and now he is simply mad.

Luke is certainly not clumsy, and even among ordinary people, this guy is a little smarter.

But in Madoc's eyes, this guy's stiff limbs reminded him of the stiff zombies outside the shelter. For a warrior, Luke's body control is as unbearable as cerebral congestion.

On the contrary, Matthew, who was not taken seriously, only got the favor of a female barbarian ancestor. The barbarian who didn't even leave a name was teaching Matthew, and the progress was not bad.

Maddock began to regret it. Although the blind man was in average physical condition, he was more talented in fighting than this guy.

So, the iron rod in his hand fell on Luke again, which earned a muffled groan from Luke.

"We are barbarians, not asses! Can you show the difference between you and the asses, so that I think you are a human being!"

The Holy Mountain of Harrogath, which had always been silent except for the sound of wind, finally became a little angry with Maddock's roar.

Although this anger made Maddock very angry.