$356 Do It First, Talk Later! (Almost 10,000 Words)
"Rumlo, do you know why Bul-Katho is angry?"
Talek walked slowly in front, followed by Rumlo who was a little distressed.
Talek had a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now was to find Mokot.
The ancestor who was always taciturn didn't like lively occasions unless the people around him were his trusted comrades.
"I don't quite understand."
Rumlo's voice was obviously a little irritable, and Bul-Katho's attitude towards him made him feel that he seemed unwelcome.
"Because you represent not only me, but also Mokot.
And Mokot was originally the barbarian who had the most hope of becoming the next general, but unfortunately he was not only older than Quarkek, but also died earlier than Quarkek."
Talek said a little empty.
Mokot, a taciturn barbarian.
Andakulgas was the first person who was optimistic about Bul-Katho, who had not yet shown the qualifications of a strong man, and Mokot was the second.
"Mokot may be more important to Bul-Katho than Volusk."
Talek walked silently, not caring at all that he mentioned Volusk, a name that should have been downplayed.
If you want to give an example, only Volusk can be more vivid.
"Mercy?"
Rumlow asked this with a little expectation in his expression.
The recognition of a legend means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.
Then give birth to new strong men.
Speaking of the legend of "Mercy", Talek stopped:
"You can't get mercy. In this world, no one except Bul-Katho will get mercy.
Because of mercy, there is no mercy.
Although it seems a bit contradictory to say this, this is Mokot's original words."
Rumlow looked past Talek in front of him and looked at Mokot who was sitting quietly in the bushes.
Perhaps compared to hearing it from Talek, it is more convincing for Mokot to say it himself.
"Did I say that?"
Mocot raised his head and looked at Tallik, his face somewhat blank.
Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too old a memory, and Mocot himself could not remember the specific things.
"Of course, you said that."
Tallik smiled at Mocot, and then pushed Rumlow in front of Mocot.
"These are the people we chose together at that time. We can't leave them all to me to teach, right?"
Tallik pulled the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.
Now Mocot, as a soul, cannot be stronger than Tallik, one of the three ancestors.
That is only limited to him who is dead.
When he was alive, Tallik was educated by Mocot for a long time.
This education continued until Mocot returned to the Holy Mountain as an ancestral spirit.
"I just think it's a bit of a waste for a seedling who may become an excellent warrior to be killed directly by Bulkaiso."
Mocot raised his eyes and looked directly at Tallik.
This kind of oppressive gaze continued until Talek put away the extra expression on his face.
"For the dead, don't waste the few emotions except anger. Talek, you have done too much recently."
Mokot closed his eyes with satisfaction, reached out to wipe the snow on the ground, and then took out a bottle of special liquor for the ancestors left by Bulkaiso.
Then he threw it directly to Rumlow.
If a soul drinks, nothing will be left except the burning sensation.
The wine brewed by Bulkaiso for the ancestors contains his blood and some emotions.
This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their state for a longer time when they are souls, or should I say! Humanity!
Mokot obviously knows why Talek appeared in front of him with Rumlow.
The barbarians' trust in the Immortal King is not because of the damned always lofty throne, but because every Immortal King is a person they trust, which is why the title of Immortal King is stained with a different color.
Relatives over the years, I am afraid they cannot understand what Bul-Kathos means to them.
"Drink it, Rumlow, I hope you have a chance to feel Bul-Kathos's soul."
Mocot spoke without interruption, which was rare.
Only his eyelids were trembling on his closed eyes.
Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, and the deep red wine was emitting a faint glow.
This was completely different from what Rumlow had gotten before.
"What an irresponsible statement, is this a test?"
Rumlow smiled, and then looked at the certificate of shame hanging on Talek's waist.
The emotions were a bit complicated.
When the certificate of shame was used as a sacrifice to help Vida rush into the dark soul stone, there was a moment when Rumlow was out of the influence of this legend.
Even when Talek began to condense the legend again, he became controlled again.
But memory will not lie.
For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.
Besides, Rumlow didn't think Talek knew nothing about it, and until now, Talek hadn't told him about it.
"It's just an opportunity. A chance to realize your dream."
Tarik said with his arms crossed.
He looked at Rumlow with a look of hope in his eyes.
Maybe Rumlow can get what they've been trying to get 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 really got Bulcaisel's approval was Rumlow's.
Otherwise Bulcaisel would not have mentioned asking Tarik to teach him. Compared to Matthew, Bulqueso's words to Rumlow were more meaningful.
Knowing one's own weakness is only the first step, changing the current situation of weakness is the most urgent need.
Qualkirk has always done this.
Mountain splitting axe?
This only represents who is most similar to Qual'Kek, not who can surpass Qual'Kek.
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 Bulkeso's soul, and it was obvious that what he did was right.
"Are you ready?"
Tarik asked, mouthing to Moct.
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 end that's just 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 emotion was suppressed, but not non-existent.
This piece of equipment will allow Rumlow to better feel Bulcasso's compassion!
From Rumlow's perspective, Bulcaisel 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 looked like a child and the other a male.
Judging from Rumlow's professional qualities, it was obvious that the man had no idea that he would be attacked.
Death comes 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."
Bulcaisel spoke in a gentle tone that Rumlow had never seen before.
"Kill! Me! Please kill me!!! Kill! Everyone!"
The woman's initial prayer turned into a roar, no different from the demons she had seen on the battlefield before.
She waved her arms, which were no longer under her control, and rushed towards Bulcasso.
Then the sharp mouthparts bit heavily on Bulcasso's shoulder.
Bulcaisel didn't make any move, letting the bug that the woman turned into gnaw on his shoulder.
"You can also say another wish."
Bulkesso said.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman who had almost completely turned into an insect.
The anger turned into tangible flames, 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 woman's painful and desperate face was revealed.
The power of the Burning Hell made her will irreversible.
"Revenge, right? I will smash that devil into pulp and use it as fertilizer for the saplings in front of your door."
Bulkesso said.
Even though the woman didn't say anything, she just kept trying to eat the flesh and blood on Bulcaisel's shoulder.
Bulcaisel's arms tightened little by little. He made his muscles as soft as the tide, hugged the woman, and then used the most appropriate force to let her body die without pain without being damaged. .
Rumlow observed silently from a third-person 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 still won't arise.
"If these are the pictures you want me to see, it may not have any effect on me."
Rumlow said this.
He knew that both Tarik and Mocott could hear it.
"He's so impatient. He's nothing like Qualkirk."
Mocott said this.
He didn't even think about whether Rumlow still had a chance to get the mountain-splitting axe.
Even though Qualkek's temper is not very good, he will not make any judgment easily.
"So, the mountain-splitting giant 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 to the ground, he experienced everything that man had experienced.
A warm and simple dinner that was only enough to fill his stomach turned into a tragedy after a scream.
The wife's scream made the man walk up to her worriedly, and then he was killed with confusion when he was unprepared.
The next moment, the soul shook and appeared in the belly of the demon!
Feeling the child's flesh and blood passing through his body little by little, he felt the fear, pain and despair of confusion and ignorance!
Empathy is the quality that distinguishes humans from demons and angels.
Humans will be sad because of the sadness of their own kind, and will be happy because of the joy of their own kind!
They will even feel the corresponding feelings because of a text description.
It's like someone said that he stuck a toothpick between his toes and then kicked it hard against the wall.
Demons won't do that.
Angels won't do that either.
Demons will only be at a loss about the situation of their own kind.
Angels are full of mercy and are high above.
Rumlow's heart began to tremble.
The next moment, he became that child, feeling lost, fearful, tortured and panicked.
The next moment, he felt the sobbing of that woman's soul!
As the master of the body, he lost control of his body from that scream.
The body became a cage, and he could only watch his body being controlled by the devil's chaotic instincts, killing his family and killing his children in the most cruel way.
Until the hot blood of Bulkaiso came from his mouth!
In a trance, he finally said revenge, and then he was relieved in the warmth.
Mercy?
Rumlow did not understand mercy from Bulkaiso's emotions, because Bulkaiso did not think much about mercy at that time.
He understood something else!
Anger and cruelty!
Rumlow's body flashed with anger, forming a sword-like edge gathered on his body!
The sharp anger pierced Talek's body, dyeing that soul blood red!
"It seems that you have done something unnecessary, Mokot."
Talek said with a smile.
This was not the result they wanted, but it was better than what they wanted to give to Rumlow!
What conditions are needed to comprehend the barbarian's innate skills?
Strength is only a part of it, and more of it is the awareness in the blood!
"I only know that he said goodbye to the glory of Quarkek."
Mokot muttered, and then stood up!
Mercy will be merciless?
Mokot still couldn'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 Tariq was talking nonsense.
Cruelty and ruthlessness go well together!
"But I think Bulkaso can also say goodbye to ruthlessness!"
Mokot said decisively!
He walked in front of Rumlow, grabbed Rumlow's shoulders with both hands, and then leaned back with all his strength!
Rumlow finally opened his eyes!
What caught his eye was a forehead that was constantly enlarging!
From the whistling sound that broke through the air, Rumlow saw the arrival of death.
[Maybe it's not bad? Death seems to be a kind of escape? ]
A funny idea appeared in Rumlow's mind, and then he closed his eyes again.
He was feeling the power coming from his body!
Almost in an instant, he knew the power of the talent of cruelty!
For seriously injured enemies, it can cause more powerful damage!
"Bang!"
A crisp muffled sound!
Mokot plunged into Rumlow's body!
The anger belonging to Mokot began to burn with the help of Rumlow's body!
If Rumlow's anger is like a small bonfire, then Mokot's anger is a burning mountain fire!
The flames rose, reflecting a red in the corner of the holy mountain!
Bulkaso, who was considering what reward to give Wayne, looked up and smiled.
"I really don't understand why I believed in Talek's evil and saved you from Bul-Kathos. But now, you can use the Ancestral Summoning!"
Mokot's voice trembled a little.
What he did was to carve his own mark on Rumlow!
Connected his soul with Rumlow!
He will only use Rumlow's knowledge to feel human nature. From now on, he doesn't need to consume Bul-Kathos's humanity!
The legend of Mercyless is a legend that will only be amplified after releasing the Berserker's Wrath and the Ancestral Summoning at the same time!
Mokot is a follower of Volusk!
His legend is similar to the Immortal King suit!
Two and a half times!
This is the amplification brought by Mercyless!
But this amplification will only appear on the skill of Hammer of the Ancestors!
With the wrist guard of the ancestors in Rumlow's hand, it makes him even more powerful!
Although it can bring a forty-fold all-round amplification compared to the Immortal King suit.
But the power of Mercyless is enough!
When Mokot is summoned, he is not like those barbarians who have no connection with their ancestors. The three ancestors summoned will be called three fools.
When Rumlow summons the ancestors, Mokot's will will also come!
Covering Rumlow, every attack will be performed twice!
Before Rumlow can summon the full power of Mokot. The summoned ancestor spirit will only maintain twice the strength of Rumlow.
This is just the first harvest!
And the previous wine!
Even if there is only a small part of Bulkatho's blood and only a little bit of emotion.
But these are enough to increase Rumlow's blood concentration and physical strength to the point where he can release the lowest level of Berserker's wrath!
Even if it can only last for a short time, Rumlow has enough power to kill Rorschach instantly!
"Now, young warrior, you have no chance to go astray! Mokot will watch you! All the time!"
Tariq retracted his arm.
"This is called doing it first! Talk later!"
Tariq laughed softly.
Being followed by Mokot is definitely not a good experience.
That weird guy will teach Rumlow more things when Tariq is not training.
From this moment on, Rumlow's happy free-range life is over!
Atonement will be urged!
Battles will be guided!
All thoughts in life will not escape Mokot's control!
There is no freedom at all!
But this is Mokot'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 Mokot, is this what you mean by not showing mercy because of mercy?"
Rumlow said with a bitter face.
He pushed the resonance skull on his head to the top of his head, revealing his mature face.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was a constant flash of hope!
He understood that he was finally recognized!
He was regarded as a junior by the barbarians, by Bulkaso, and by these ancestors!
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Mokot's somewhat dissatisfied voice came, and his figure flashed in front of Rumlow!
Only part of the boiling anger returned to Mokot.
More was left in Rumlow's body!
The body needs energy to become stronger.
Without preparing food in advance, Mokot can only contribute this part of the energy to strengthen the recruits.
"You are always like this."
Talek continued with a smile:
"You can now experience the taste of food and drinks through Rumlow's touch, but you must not feel everything."
Such teasing words made Mokot's old face blush.
Mokot has been single since the beginning.
"I will give him time to rest!"
Mokot disappeared after he finished speaking.
"Let's go, Rumlow, now I will ask for mercy for you.
I hope Bul-Katho is in a good mood, and it would be best if the mountain-splitting axe has chosen its owner now."
Talek patted Rumlow's back heavily, making a bang bang bang sound.
Rumlow wore a helmet like a mask on his head, whistling, and was as cheerful as a deer running between the mountains and forests.
Bul-Katho's blood made Rumlow's physique more like a barbarian from the stag tribe.
But Bulkaiso probably won't recognize that the current Rumlow is a member of the Stag Tribe.
At least not now.
Before the sins he carried were paid twice, Rumlow was not worthy of calling himself a proud stag!
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"Wayne, you have already made a good harvest. But you want to know my weakness?"
Bulkaiso smiled.
He sincerely laughed at Wayne's wish.
There are many people who want to know Bulkaiso's weakness, and there are also many who know his weakness.
But he never thought that he would hear such a request from a barbarian.
"Can you tell me why you want to know my weakness?"
Bulkaiso's hand stopped in the backpack. He hadn't thought about what reward to give Wayne.
Especially after Wayne said that he didn't urgently need to increase his strength immediately.
"I'm afraid you will lose control, Bulkaiso."
Wayne frankly stated his reasons.
There was no fear or hesitation.
Even though he knew that asking about the other party's weakness was 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."
Bulkathos smiled.
He looked at all the ancestors around him openly.
The ancestors were stunned for a moment, and then laughed together!
The whisper soon became the only sound on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.
"Yes, he is right!"
Olongus laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight.
A pair of hands kept patting his thighs.
"The gatekeeper is set up to clamp the Immortal King."
Korlik said, covering his forehead.
He felt that Wayne's worries were a little too early.
Even if he knew Bulkathos's weaknesses, what would be the use?
If Bulkathos really lost control one day, he would not even be able to stop Bulkathos from even a face-to-face encounter.
Kalju just showed a perfunctory smile on his face.
Also involved was the Barbarian Swordmaster, Kahn.
The two of them were only one step away from the position of gatekeepers.
Even now they are the back personnel of the gatekeepers.
If something unexpected 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.
If it hadn't 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'm willing to give up my reward and want to know the answer to this question."
Wayne didn't care about the laughter of the ancestors around him and spoke with a firmer voice.
"Honestly, Wayne, I admire you."
Bulcasso looked at Wayne in front of him and spoke 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 expression:
"Even if you catch any of the demons from the Burning Hell, you will most likely be able to extract this answer from them. You can also change your wish. This news is not worth giving up the reward you deserve."
Bulcaisel looked at Wayne in front of him with a smile on his face.
Rumlow's affair was over, Tarik had told him.
So he was in a much better mood at this time.
"My wish is to hear you express your weaknesses from your mouth, Bulcaisso."
Wayne didn't change his tune.
He lowered his head, hiding his eyes.
It seems that he is worried that his thoughts will be seen through.
"are you serious?"
Bulkesso became serious.
If Wayne insisted, he would grant this modest wish.
"Yes."
Wayne didn't change his tune.
The surrounding ancestors also stopped laughing.
Leiko looked at Wayne in front of her thoughtfully, and then glanced at Matthew who was thinking.
She suddenly felt that Wayne might be able to focus on cultivating him.
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."
Bulcaisel said as he thought.
Bulcaisel, who can maintain the rage of a berserker without restriction in battle, is able to ignore all controls.
Unless that is some kind of rule, such as death, the rule for life.
But that's only the extent of the damage.
Now Bulcaisuo has obtained a large number of rules. Even if some rules that are not lethal enough can hurt Bulcaisuo, they cannot pose a fatal threat.
"If any spell is a weakness, the spell that directly hits the soul is my weakness."
Bulkesso said.
This is certainly a weakness.
Those hell demons could use this to get a chance to deal with Bulkesso.
Although Bulkesso's soul is not complete.
But the dark soul stone embedded in his forehead didn't just bring negative effects.
Using soul to attack in front of dark soul stone?
Then he was probably ready to be with Bulcasso for a long time.
Zortun Kule will not rely on the strength of his soul to cause trouble in front of the current Bulkaisuo.
“It would be much easier to kill me than something like death.
At least I'm still human, so beheading, bleeding, and damaging the life force itself all work on me. "
Bulcaisel said with a smile.
The premise of killing 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 Bulqessor.
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 meet.
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 uses legendary equipment even for cutting his nails and cutting his hair.
It's the one called the Barber's Dagger.
Bulcaisel knew that this dagger was called the Head-Shaver 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 the dagger is called that, it seems a bit wasteful not to use it to shave hair and cut nails.
This dagger is really sharp.
At least it's a little sharper than the Blade of Envy, which deals critical damage to enemies with full status.
"I will never lose in close combat."
Bulcasso 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 asked still lowering his head.
Of course he would not be satisfied with the answer given by Bulqueso.
This statement is somewhat general.
"Bulkessor's weakness? Looking at it from a devil's perspective, it's probably greed?"
Madoc said casually.
Seriously, the nephalem are mostly greedy.
You can even put a large basket on the edge of a box, and if you pull the rope at the right time, it will probably be able to trap 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 in disbelief.
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. "
Bulcasso glanced at Wayne and said with some doubts.
Threatening barbarians with hostages is never 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!"
Leah raised her little hands and said.
There was no hint of embarrassment at all.
At that time, the great demon Diavolo occupied her body, but Bulcasso still chopped off the huge head without any hesitation.
Hostages are of no use.
Most old school warriors are the same.
Hostage rescues will only be carried out when absolutely safe.
Demons used hostages as traps more than once, 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 laughter 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.
"Well, if you still plan to listen, I will probably have to take you to the Burning Hell to ask Baal."
Bulcaisel waved his hand and said to Wayne.
No matter how many weaknesses he had, he couldn't even think of them.
"I see."
Wayne nodded and silently withdrew.
Bulkesso was a little troubled.
Now that Wayne has decided to trade his prize 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 help with equipment didn't 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."
Bulcaisel continued.
A pledge 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 status 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.
A barbarian whose heart is filled with anger will not leave any space for other emotions to invade!
…
"Agent Hill, when did you go out?"
Melinda meets Agent Hill on her way home from get off work.
SHIELD's affairs have been a bit busy recently, and she had to work overtime to cope with the heavy clerical work.
Unexpectedly, I met the thoughtful Agent Hill at the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I got off work a long time ago. I was just relaxing."
Hill said this.
Apparently he was brushing off Melinda's question.
Now all she could think about was how to use some of SHIELD's funds to build safe houses and build her own network 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 a reason why Melinda pressed her.
She was part of 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 this.
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 that looked like an old warehouse door in front of her, Melinda's eyes twitched uncontrollably twice.
"I knew there was a reason why S.H.I.E.L.D.'s front-line personnel were always under-equipped and underfunded."
She muttered and pushed open the door that said Secret Base.
Then he looked at the man inside with a hairline as high as a billion points.
"I thought you were dead, Coulson. Now it seems like this is another secret operation by the director?"
Melinda said this.
"Yes! It's a secret operation, but it's not the director's. I found out that the director has many secrets, and he might even be a Hydra!"
Colson said to Melinda seriously.