094 Strange Hell and Fury

"So you were attacked inside SHIELD this time?"

Dugan looked at Rumlow who looked normal and was a little confused.

According to his understanding, Hydra should not attack Rumlow.

"The identities of those guys are still under investigation."

Rumlow scoffed.

It is said that these guys can appear in SHIELD, so it is impossible to avoid the identity check at the door, but there is still no news feedback at all, which makes him dissatisfied with Nick Fury.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who had high hopes for him, now has such a weak ability to control the inside that he can't even find out how these guys got in.

If before, Rumlow would only think that there must be something fishy in this.

But now, he just feels that Nick Fury is basically useless.

What he didn't know was that Nick Fury and Pierce were both furious in their respective offices at this point.

These guys come from another parallel universe, or it can be said to be the forces of this world in the future.

After getting the research results of Dr. Hank Pym, the purpose of their coming here is to prevent Rumlow from handing over the Haunting Crystal to SHIELD, so as to prevent Bulkeso from embarking on the fate of SHIELD.

Although this was just one attempt, they obviously failed.

Neither Pierce nor Nick Fury knew anything about these guys, and they both looked at each other with suspicion.

The difference is that Nick Fury hasn't figured out who his enemy is yet.

Pierce, on the other hand, has already begun to think about how to deal with Nick Fury without realizing it.

"Okay, do you have any idea about these guys?"

Dugan pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray and began trimming the burned area.

Although he has a high status, these cigars are not something that can be wasted casually.

"I think these guys are here for me. They know me, but they are not familiar with me."

Rumlow stood directly opposite Dugan, thinking as he spoke.

"These guys know something about you, but they know nothing about your power, right?"

Dugan looked Rumlow up and down, and even he couldn't imagine that Rumlow now had extraordinary power.

"It's very likely that he's not from Hydra. Nick Fury and Pierce should have received information about you before this."

Dugan followed his train of thought and continued.

"Is there another force within SHIELD?"

Dugan couldn't believe his guess.

Rumlow suppressed a smile.

Indeed, the current S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed a tripartite force, but the third party is the group of veterans represented by Dugan.

Although Rumlow was also suspicious of these guys who suddenly appeared, he gradually began to not care.

Speaking of which, there may not be a stronger warrior than him in SHIELD now.

"No, I have to go find Peggy. This matter can't be simply let go."

Dugan slapped the table, as if making up his mind.

…

"Tell me about the forces behind you."

Blade Warrior is cleaning garbage in a sewer.

It's not dark yet, so if you want to deal with these vampire bastards, you can only deal with them in these dark places.

Although the vampire bastards here won’t know much, it’s still better than not doing it at all!

"Lord Valentine! Will..."

Blade didn't intend to listen to the threat of this bastard, so he cut off the bastard's head with a knife and watched him gradually burn to ashes.

"Another worthless scumbag."

The Blade Warrior put away the knife in his hand and strolled through this relatively spacious sewer.

These guys seemed to be divided into two factions, which made him a little confused.

But for an Avenger dedicated to cleaning up trash, that's not worth thinking about.

If it weren't for Dugan, he wouldn't have bothered to ask before killing these things.

"That should be the next direction, right?"

Blade took off a viewing scope and looked at the markings on the wall.

Then he walked slowly in the direction pointed.

If this was not the right time to make any noise, he would have wanted to make some music to listen to.

"Hydra...what a disgusting name!"

The Blade Warrior walked towards the distance, and a priest in black appeared quietly not far behind him. He was holding a walkie-talkie and seemed to be reporting something.

…

After Bulcasso came out of the New York Sanctuary, he avoided the sight of ordinary people and jumped to a not-so-high building with his legs.

The upstairs is quite interesting, and there is a quite spacious pool. There is a taller building standing behind the building, which is not surprising.

This place does not specifically plan the height of these buildings. As for those residents whose lighting is blocked, if they cannot afford legal fees, it is best to silently admit the result.

Sitting on the edge of the building, Bulkesso watched the sun gradually set.

The sun can't be seen in the shelter. The place has long been covered by layers of fog.

There was nothing in the sky but chaos.

Ancient One seemed to be busy chatting with Satan, and he was a little bored now.

He didn't hear any news about sandbags, so now he can only drink for fun.

But fortunately, with his physique, alcohol can't affect his mind.

"Swoosh~"

A sound of an object falling at high speed came, and Bulkaiso looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman with her arms open as if she wanted to fly, falling rapidly.

Bulkaiso could feel the faint breath of hell coming from the woman, and could also feel the woman's relief when facing death.

Maybe it's called "Embrace Freedom"?

Although he hates those guys who don't cherish life, it doesn't prevent him from saving a life.

He exerted a little force on his legs, and then his body flew into the air, leaving a circle of fine cracks on the roof.

The moment Bulkaiso's arms touched the woman, the breath of the devil suddenly rose for a moment, and then life disappeared in front of Bulkaiso's eyes!

A circular hole appeared on the ground, and dense hands stretched out from it to pull the soul down.

"Xia!"

A huge war cry sounded, and the surrounding glass shattered as if it was hit by a violent shock wave.

Bulkathos caught the poor corpse in his arms, and his feet fell heavily towards the empty hole!

The devil of hell took away a human life in front of Bulkathos. The moment the human soul emerged, Bulkathos understood what kind of suffering this poor man had gone through.

He could watch the warriors sacrifice for glory, because that was the warrior's fate.

He could watch life pass away with aging, because death is a part of a complete life.

But he could not tolerate the existence of evil, hurting a pure soul in front of him!