Dark Savages Come To the United States

"Uncle..."

Jill looked at Bulkasso's actions and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words.

Maybe he's used to it by now.

...

"Sir, that guy seems to have just killed someone!"

A guy in a black suit said to another person in the car with some trepidation.

This is Coulson and his subordinates who were sent by Nick Fury to carry out the mission.

The two who had just arrived at the scene had witnessed Bulkeso stomping on a guy's head without changing his face, so they were a little nervous now.

"I saw it."

Coulson's face was a little ugly. After all, according to the information given to him by Nick Fury, this barbarian is not the kind of pervert who kills people at will.

"Go and find out who that purple guy is from."

Coulson gave orders to his subordinates, then packed his clothes and got out of the car.

The news of S.H.I.E.L.D. has definitely been checked repeatedly, especially in terms of data, and there are very few unexpected situations.

If what the information says is correct, then there must be something wrong with that purple guy.

"Should we call for backup first? He stomped on a person's head. And that woman was knocked unconscious by him!"

The subordinate was a little impatient. He had just been transferred from the NYPD department to S.H.I.E.L.D., and the sense of justice in his heart made him extremely wary of Bulkelso.

"I'll go in in a while, you just listen to the news in the earphones."

Coulson looked back at his subordinates with deep and calm eyes.

"Beep beep~"

A school bus passed the agents at this time, heading towards Bulkasso's blacksmith shop.

Coulson stopped his subordinates from trying to stop the school bus and just watched.

He already knew some things about Jill from the information, and even had contact with the Punisher two days ago, and stopped Frank from going to the blacksmith shop immediately.

He knew that Jill was now in her final year of primary school, and that the arrival of the school bus was not much of a surprise.

"Uncle, I'm leaving!"

Jill drank all the milk in the bowl in one go, but the bacon was still left on the plate.

He just saw a tragedy where a person was shot in the head. Even though he was a little used to this kind of thing, it was a bit difficult for a child to eat meat without changing his face in this situation.

"Go, remember..."

"Remember to wear the ring and never take it off!"

Jill said what he wanted to say before Bulkelso finished speaking, and then left the blacksmith shop with a small bag on his back.

Of course, he didn't forget to jump over the purple man and left a mess on the ground, and then happily boarded the school bus.

Bulkelso watched the school bus drive away, stuffed the food left on the plate into his mouth, and began to clean up the leftovers on the ground.

"It's better to cover it with ashes first."

Bulkelso was going to close the door of the smithy and start cleaning again.

Although there are usually no guests coming to this place, let's try to avoid trouble as much as possible.

"Sir, you seem to need help?"

Coulson's high hairline caught Bulkeso's eyes, and he walked into Bulkeso's blacksmith shop with a smile on his face.

"Barbarian's Hammer? That's not a good name."

Coulson nodded slightly, as a greeting to Bulkelso.

"What kind of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Bulkeso looked at Coulson as if he didn't see the blood on the ground, walked in directly from above, and left a series of footprints on the ground, frowning slightly.

It's not that he has a bad impression of Coulson, but that he seems to have to carry out a wider cleaning.

The aura on Coulson's body was very similar to that of Melinda May who came before, but there was not much annoying aura on him.

This at least shows that this guy is much more upright than those agents I have seen before.

"I need a cleaner."

Coulson looked at Bulkaisso's eyes and focused on his feet, and he understood what Bulkaisuo meant in an instant.

"No problem, sir. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Coulson, Phil Coulson.

I wonder if my colleagues have introduced us to you? Our full name is the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is just an abbreviation. "

Coulson stretched out his right hand towards Bulkelso.

Bulkelso looked at Coulson, as if to avoid the recurrence of meeting the purple man who didn't know what to do.

Then he also stretched out his right hand, and the two hands briefly shook and then separated.

"Can I sit down?"

Coulson pointed to the uncleared dining table, and glanced at Kilgrave, whose whole body was stuffed into the stove.

"Can."

Bulkelso didn't pay attention to Coulson's casual sizing, and in his opinion, there was nothing unsightly here.

For him, it's not worth mentioning to get rid of a villain casually, and he doesn't even know the name of that hapless guy.

Bulkelso and Coulson sat at the table, and Bulkelso spoke first.

"So, what's the matter with you?"

Bulkelso's attitude towards Coulson is not good, after all, he doesn't have a good impression of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Especially the self-righteous Melinda who came last time made his impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. a bit worse.

After all, he already knew that most of Rumlow's performance on the holy mountain of Harrogas had been transmitted to this organization through technology, and those guys seemed to have not seen his strength one by one.

Neither good and righteous and blameless, nor reverence for him and the holy mountain of Harrogath.

Being able to sit at the table and talk to this Coulson is already the generosity of him belonging to the king of barbarians.

Of course, this is what he thinks.

After all, barbarians never talk about useless pomp, and the status of the barbarian king is nothing compared to the glory of defeating the Great Demon God.

Just as Skeleton King was never powerful because of his country, the King of Barbarians is not powerful because he is king, but he is king because he is strong.

To the barbarians, the king is the strongest who can bear everything.

Therefore, the successive barbarian kings are more like a warrior than a serious "king".

Hmm...except for that guy in Volusk who likes beauties.

"I want to ask you a little more about the barbarians, and why that mountain came into this world."

Coulson looked serious.

However, the straightforward approach made Bulkelso slightly change his view of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"If the last guy who came was more direct, you wouldn't have to ask again."