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"Rumlow, do you know why Bourkesso is annoyed?"

Tariq walked slowly ahead, followed by a distressed Rumlow.

Talic has a lot to say about what happened before, but the most important thing now is to find Mokot.

That ancestor, who was always reticent, didn't like lively occasions very much, unless the people around him were all his trusted comrades-in-arms.

"I do not quite understand."

Rumlow's voice was obviously agitated, and Bourkesso's attitude towards him made him feel that he was not very welcome.

"Because you represent not only me, but also Mocot.

Mocot was originally the barbarian who had the most hope of becoming the next general, but unfortunately he was not only older than Qualkek, but also died a little earlier than Qualkek. "

Tariq said somewhat vacantly.

Mocot, a taciturn barbarian.

Anda Kurgas was the first person to be optimistic about Bourkesso, who had not shown the qualities of a strong man for a long time, and Mocot was the second.

"Mokot may be even more important to Bourkeso than Vorusk."

Talek walked silently, completely ignoring that he mentioned Vorusk, a name that should have been downplayed.

If I want to give an example, only this guy, Volusk, can make it clearer.

"No mercy?"

Rumlow asked, with a little hope in his expression.

A legendary recognition means that a powerful weapon can be entrusted.

And then spawned new powerhouses.

Speaking of the legend of "merciless", Talic stopped:

"You can't get merciless, in this world, no one will get merciless except Bourkesso.

Because of mercy, there is no mercy.

Although it may seem contradictory to say this, this is Mocot's original words. "

Rumlow passed his gaze through Talek in front of him, and looked at Mokot who was sitting quietly in the bushes.

Perhaps it is more convincing to hear from Tariq than to hear it from Mocot himself.

"Did I say that at the time?"

Mocot raised his head and looked at Tariq, his face a little dazed.

Of course he heard the previous conversation, but it was too long a memory, and Mocot himself couldn't remember any specific things.

"Of course, that's what you said."

Talic smiled at Mocot, and then pushed Rumlow in front of Mocot.

"This is the person we chose together at the time, so I can't give them all to teach them, right?"

Tariq twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

Mokot, who is now a soul, cannot be stronger than Tarik, one of the three ancestors.

That's only for him who is dead.

When he was alive, Tariq was educated by Mocot for quite 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 might become an excellent fighter to be directly hacked to death by Bulkesso."

Morcott looked up at Tariq.

This kind of oppressive stare continued until Tariq put away the extra expression on his face.

"Dead people, don't consume the few other emotions except anger. Tarik, you've been doing a lot of things recently."

Mocot closed his eyes in satisfaction, reached out and wiped the snow on the ground, and then took out a bottle of ancestral special spirits left by Bourkesso.

And then threw it directly to Rumlow.

When a soul drinks alcohol, nothing will be left except the burning sensation.

The wine brewed by Bourkesso for the ancestors contains his blood and part of his emotions.

This wine can allow these ancestors to maintain their state for a longer period of time when they are souls, or should I say! human nature!

Mocot obviously knew why Tarek appeared in front of him with Rumlow.

The savage's trust in the Immortal King is not because of the damned always lofty throne, but because every Immortal King is someone they trust, and that's why the title of Immortal King is dyed differently color.

The relatives these years, I'm afraid they can't understand what Bourkesso means to them.

"Drink it, Rumlow, I hope you can have a chance to feel the soul of Bourkesso."

Morcott rarely spoke intermittently.

Just on the closed eyes, the eyelids are trembling.

Rumlow looked at the bottle in his hand, the crimson liquor exuded a faint brilliance.

This is completely different from what Rumlow had gotten before.

"It's really irresponsible to say, is this a test?"

Rumlow smiled, then glanced at the certificate of disgrace hanging on Talic's waist.

Emotions are a bit complicated.

At the time when the Proof of Disgrace was offered as a sacrifice to help Vader rush into the Dark Soul Stone, for a moment, Rumlow was freed from the influence of the legend.

Even when Talic began to gather legends again, he became controlled again.

But memory doesn't lie.

For Rumlow, he trusts his memory more.

Besides, Rumlow didn't think Tariq would know anything about it, and so far, Tariq hadn't told him about it.

"Just a chance. A chance to realize your dream."

Tariq said with his arms crossed.

He looked at Rumlow stubbornly, with some expectations in his eyes.

Perhaps, Rumlow can get what they have always wanted him to get.

The redeemed are never easy.

Compared to the Ring of Nagel obtained by Matthew, the Skull of Resonance obtained by Rumlow is a bit far behind.

But the answer that was really approved by Bourkesso was Rumlow's.

Otherwise, Burkesso wouldn't have focused on asking Talic to teach him. Compared to Matthew, what Bourkesso said to Rumlow was more meaningful.

Knowing your weakness is only the first step, and changing the status quo of the weak is the most urgent need.

Qualkek has always done that.

Mountain-splitting axe?

This only represents who is most similar to Qualkek, not who can surpass Qualkek.

Rumlow raised his head and poured the drink into his mouth.

A choking pungency and rising compassion made Rumlow lose his consciousness for a moment.

Mocot closed his eyes and nodded.

He felt the sympathy that came from Bourkessel's soul, and he obviously did the right thing.

"Are you ready?"

Talic lip-mouthed Mokot and asked.

Even though Mocot closed his eyes, he nodded as if he heard it.

Talic took out the Skull of Resonance and slammed the legendary helmet onto Rumlow's head!

This legendary power can make the battle cry have a charming effect, making the enemies affected by the post-battle become his own help.

But in the end, that's only part of the resonance. ,

The reason why that hapless Reshard was eaten by the demon he summoned was because that demon wanted to share his pain with Reshard!

Demons are not inherently evil, and many of them are souls controlled by the power of the burning hell.

If you want to say, it is probably somewhat similar to the cybermen who appeared before.

All feelings are suppressed, but not non-existent.

This piece of equipment can make Rumlo feel Bulkesuo's compassion better!

In Rumlow's perspective, the figure of Burkesso appeared.

In front of Bourkessel was a burning house on the desolate ground.

Inside is a woman whose half body has become a bug, who is constantly fighting with herself.

There were two corpses lying on the ground.

It looks like one is a child and the other is a male.

Judging by Rumlow's professional qualities, it was obvious that the man did not expect that he would be attacked at all.

Death came suddenly and simply.

But the child's body was already torn apart, and some flesh and blood were still hanging on the woman's mouth, which had turned into a disgusting mouthpart.

"You can leave a last wish."

Burkeseau 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 uncontrollable arms and charged towards Bourkesso.

Then the sharp mouthparts gnawed heavily on Burkeseau's shoulder.

Bourkessel didn't make any movement, letting the bug that the woman turned into gnawed on his shoulder.

"You can say another wish."

Burkeseau said so.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman who had almost completely turned into a bug.

Anger turned into a visible flame, scorching the bug little by little.

Those growing carapaces turned into coke and fell to the ground.

Amidst the charred carapace and stinky flesh, the woman's painful and desperate face was revealed.

The power of burning **** made her will irreversible.

"Vengeance, right? I'll smash that demon into meat sauce, and then use it as fertilizer for the saplings in front of your door."

Burkeseau said so.

Even if the woman didn't say anything, she just kept trying to gnaw at the flesh and blood on Bulkessel's shoulders.

Bourkesso's arms tightened a little bit, he made his muscles as soft as a tide, hugged the woman, and then used the most suitable strength to let her body die without pain without being damaged. .

Rumlow silently observed from the perspective of a third party.

This kind of scene doesn't have much feeling for him, a man who has worked as a special agent and created countless sins.

But this feeling of disdain still won't arise.

"If you want me to see these pictures, it may not have any effect on me."

Rumlow said so.

He knew that Talic and Mocot could hear it.

"I'm really impatient, nothing like Qualkek."

Morcott said so.

I don't have the slightest thought about whether Rumlow still has a chance to get the Mountain Splitting Axe.

Even though Qualkek's temper is not very good, he will not make any judgments easily.

"So, the mountain-splitting axe should be prepared for other people."

Talic shook his head, his hand holding the Skull of Resonance vigorously poured his energy into it.

He thought that Rumlow would have a chance, but now it seems that the chance has become much slimmer.

What came before is just the beginning.

Rumlow's consciousness was completely reversed at this time. As the man who fell to the ground, he experienced everything of that man.

A warm and shabby dinner that only sufficed for one's stomach, turned into a tragedy after a scream.

The wife's scream made the man come to him worriedly, and then he was killed with confusion when he was unprepared.

The next moment, the soul shake appeared in the belly of that demon!

Feeling the child's flesh and blood passing through his body little by little, he felt the bewildering and ignorant fear, pain and despair!

Empathy is the quality that distinguishes humans from demons and angels.

Humans will be sad because of the sorrow of the same kind, and they will be happy because of the joy of the same kind!

Even because of a text description and feel the corresponding feeling.

It's as if someone said he stuck a toothpick between his toes and kicked the wall hard.

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Neither do angels.

Demons are only dazed by the situation of their own kind.

Angelic mercy is full of aloofness.

Rumlow's heart began to tremble.

The next moment, he became that child, feeling dazed, fearful, tortured and flustered.

The next moment, he felt the cry of that woman's soul!

As the owner of the body, from that scream, he lost control of his body.

The body became a cage, and he could only watch his body being controlled by the devil's chaotic instinct, killing his family and killing his children in the cruelest way.

Until the fiery heat of Bulkesso's blood came from his mouth!

In his absence, he finally said his revenge, and then he was relieved in the warmth.

Compassion?

Rumlow did not understand compassion from Burkeseau's emotions, because at that time Burkesso didn't think much about compassion.

He understood something else!

Angry and cruel!

Rumlow's body flickered with anger, forming a sword-like edge that converged on his body!

Sharp anger pierced into Tarek's body, dyeing that soul blood red!

"Looks like you've done superfluous things, Mocot."

Tariq said with a smile.

This is not the result they want, but it's only better than what they want to give to Rumlow!

What conditions do barbarians need to comprehend?

Strength is only a part, more is the awareness in that bloodline!

"All I know is that he said goodbye to Qualkek's glory."

Mocot muttered, then stood up!

Compassion will have no mercy?

Mocot still can't remember when he said such nonsense!

Even though he has been sitting there thinking for a long time, he still can't remember.

So he thought Tariq was talking nonsense.

Cruelty and ruthlessness go well together!

"But I think Bourkesso can also say goodbye to Wu Mercy!"

Mocot said decisively!

He walked to Rumlow's body, grabbed Rumlow's shoulders with both hands, and then leaned back his body vigorously!

Rumlow finally opened his eyes!

What caught my eye was a forehead that was constantly enlarging!

From the whistling sound, Rumlow saw the arrival of death.

[Maybe it’s not bad too? Death seems to be a kind of off? 】

Funny thoughts appeared in Rumlow's mind, and then closed his eyes again.

He is feeling the power from his body!

Almost in an instant, he knew the power of cruelty!

For severely wounded enemies, it can cause more damage!

"boom!"

A crisp muffled sound!

Mocot plunged headlong into Rumlow's body!

The anger that belonged to Mocot started to burn with the help of Rumlow's body!

If Rumlow's anger is like a small bonfire, then Mocot's anger is a burning mountain fire!

The flames of anger rose, and a flush of red was reflected in the corner of the holy mountain!

Burkesso, who was thinking about what reward to give Wayne, looked up and smiled.

"I really don't understand why I believed in Talic's evil and saved you from Bulkesso's hands. But now, you can use Ancestor Summons!"

Morcott's voice trembled a little.

What he did was to engrave his own brand on Rumlow's body!

Connect your soul with Rumlow!

He will only use Rumlow's knowledge to feel humanity, and from now on he doesn't need to consume Bulkessel's humanity anymore!

The legend of No Mercy is a legend that will only increase after the Fury of the Berserkers and the Summoning of the Ancestors are released 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 an increase brought by merciless!

It's just that this increase will only appear on the Ancestral Hammer skill!

Coupled with the Ancestral Bracers in Rumlow's hands, this makes him even stronger!

Although it can bring a forty-fold increase in all directions compared to the suit of the undead king.

But merciless power is enough!

When Mocot was summoned, he was not like those barbarians who had no connection with the ancestors. The three ancestors summoned would be called the three fools.

When Rumlow summons the ancestors, Mokot's will will also come!

Shrouded Rumlow's body, so that every attack will be carried out twice!

Before Rumlow could reach the level of summoning Mokot's full power. Summoned Ancestral Spirits will only remain twice as strong as Rumlo.

This is just the first harvest!

And the wine from before!

Even if there is only a small part of Bourkesso's blood, there is only a little bit of emotion.

But these are enough to increase Rumlow's bloodline concentration and physical strength to the point where he can unleash the fury of the lowest-level Berserker!

Even if it only lasted for a short time, at that time, Rumlow already had the power to kill Rorschach in an instant!

"Now, young warrior, you have no chance of going down the evil path! Mocot will be watching you! All the time!"

Talek withdrew his arm.

"This is called doing it first! Say it later!"

Tariq smiled softly.

Being stalked by Mocot is definitely not a good experience.

That eccentric guy will teach Rumlow more things outside of Talek's training.

From now on, Rumlow's happy stocking career is over!

Atonement will be urged!

The battle will be guided!

All thoughts in life will not escape Mocot's control!

There is no freedom at all!

But this is the mercy of Mocot!

Being controlled and walking on the right path is better than taking a wrong step and making a big mistake!

"Ancestor Mocot, is that what it means to have no mercy because of mercy?"

Rumlow said with a bitter face.

He pushed the Skull of Resonance on his head to the top of his head, revealing that mature face.

But in the depths of his eyes, the brilliance of hope is constantly flashing!

He understood that he was finally recognized!

Considered a junior by the barbarians, by Burkesso, by these ancestors!

"Speak nonsense!"

Mocot's dissatisfied voice came, and a figure flashed in front of Rumlow!

Only part of that boiling anger returned to Mocot.

More were left in Rumlow's body!

The body needs energy to become stronger.

If the food is not prepared 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 drink through Rumlow's touch, but you don't need to touch everything."

This kind of teasing remark made Mocot's old face blush.

Morcott has been single since the beginning.

"I'll give him a break!"

After Morcott finished speaking, he disappeared.

"Let's go, Rumlow, now I'm going to beg you for mercy.

I hope Bourkesso is in a good mood. It is better that the owner of the Mountain Splitting Axe has been selected. "

Talic patted Rumlow's back heavily, making a thumping sound.

Rumlow wore the mask-like helmet on his head, whistling, cheerfully like a deer running between the mountains and forests.

The blood of Bulkesso made Rumlo's physique more like a barbarian of the Stag Tribe.

It's just that Bourkesso probably wouldn't recognize that the current Rumlow is a member of the Stag tribe.

At least not now.

Before the sins he carried were repaid twice, Rumloko was not worthy of calling himself a proud stag!

……

"Wayne, you've got a good harvest. You just want to know my weakness?"

Burkesoe had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was genuinely amused by Wayne's wish.

There are many people who want to know the weakness of Bourkesso, and there are also many who know his weakness.

It's just that he never thought that he would hear such a request from a barbarian.

"Can you tell me why you want to know my weakness?"

Bourkesso's hand stopped in the backpack, he hadn't decided what reward he should give Wayne.

Especially after Wayne said he wasn't in an urgent need for an immediate strength boost.

"I'm afraid you're out of control, Burkeseau."

Wayne frankly stated his reasons.

It didn't mean the slightest bit of fear or hesitation.

Even if he knew that asking the other party's weaknesses was a bit outrageous.

"Your worry is interesting, but I want you to know that all the ancestors on the holy mountain were worried about this."

Burkeseau smiled.

He looked at all the ancestors around him generously.

The ancestors were stunned for a moment, then laughed together!

The whisper soon became the only sound on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

"Yes, he is right!"

Orongus was almost unable to straighten his back when he laughed.

A hand patted his thigh constantly.

"The gatekeeper was set up to restrain the immortal king."

Korrick covered his forehead and said.

He felt that Wayne was a little too early to worry.

Even if he knew of Bourkessel's weakness, would it be of any use?

If one day Bourkesso really gets out of control, he won't even have the ability to stop Bourkesso from facing each other.

Calju just showed a perfunctory smile on his face.

Along with it is the barbarian swordsman, Kahn.

The two of them were only one step away from being the goalkeeper back then.

Even now they are the backers of the gatekeepers.

If something happened to the current three ancestors, Karju and Karn would immediately take that position.

As for the three ancestors being thrown down together, it has never happened.

If it wasn't for the **** big explosion at that time, the two of them would have been able to cooperate with Talic, who had been guarding the gate of the holy mountain, to continue the fight.

"I'm willing to give up my reward, and I want to know the answer to this question."

Wayne didn't care about the laughter of the ancestors around him, and spoke in a firmer voice.

"To be honest, Wayne, I admire you very much."

Burkeseau looked at Wayne in front of him and spoke generously.

"You can ask any ancestor about my weakness, and they'll give you the answer. Do you really want to give up your reward for this well-known problem?"

Burkeseau first gave Wayne the opportunity to take back what he said earlier.

With a serious look, he continued:

"Even if you catch any of the demons from the Burning Hell, there is a high probability that you will be able to get the answer out of their mouths. You can also change your wish. This news is not worth giving up your deserved reward."

Burkeseau looked at Wayne in front of him with a smile on his face.

The affair on Rumlow's side was over, and Talic had already told him.

So at this time, his mood was much better.

"My wish is to hear your weaknesses from your mouth, Burkeseau."

Wayne didn't change his mind.

He lowered his head, hiding his eyes.

It seems that he is worried that his thoughts will be seen through.

"you are serious?"

Burkeseau became serious.

If Wayne insists, he will fulfill this not-so-outstanding wish.

"Yes."

Wayne didn't change his mind.

The surrounding ancestors also stopped laughing.

Raiko looked thoughtfully at Wayne in front of her, and then glanced at Matthew who was thinking.

She suddenly felt that Wayne might be able to focus on training.

This guy has some similar ideas to Kanai.

"My weakness..."

Bourkessel frowned, trying to organize the language.

Although he knows what his weakness is, he has never said it from his own mouth.

"All spiritual skills are meaningless to a barbarian of my level. But the power of magic and rules can effectively hurt me."

Burkeseau said while thinking.

Bulkesso, who can maintain the Berserker's wrath without limit in battle, can ignore all controls.

Unless that is some kind of rule, such as death, a rule for life.

But that's only the extent of the damage.

Now Bulkesuo has obtained a lot of rules, some rules that are not lethal enough can hurt Bulkesuo, but they can't bring a fatal threat.

"If any spell is considered a weakness, the spell that directly hits the soul is my weakness."

Burkeseau said so.

Of course this is a weakness.

Those **** demon kings can take advantage of this to get a chance or two in front of Bulkesso.

Although Burkeseau's soul is not complete.

But the dark soul stone inlaid on the forehead doesn't just bring negative effects.

Use the soul to attack in front of the dark soul stone?

That is probably the preparation for long-term company with Bourkesso.

Jotun Kuller will not rely on the strength of his soul to do things in front of the current Bourkessel.

"Wanting to kill me is much easier than killing something like death.

At least I'm still alone, so decapitation, bloodshed, and damage to life force itself can work on me. "

Burkeseau said with a smile.

The premise of killing a rule is only the power of the rule.

Most simple attacks will not work against the rules.

But physical attacks are effective against Bulkesso.

As long as someone can defeat the barbarians who have been called the strongest in hand-to-hand combat, then killing Bulkesso is not a delusion.

Unfortunately, this requirement may be the most difficult to achieve.

If you want to cut off Bulkessel's head, you must at least cut through Bulkesso's tough flesh and bones.

Now Bulkesso even cuts his nails and hair with legendary gear.

It was the dagger called the Barber.

Bulkasso knew that the dagger was called the head shaver because when the witch doctor used this legendary skill, the Soul Barrage skill would cause "head shaving" damage to the surrounding enemies in a large area.

But since this dagger is called by this name, it seems a bit too wasteful not to use it for shaving hair and nails.

This dagger is really sharp.

At least a little sharper than the blade of jealousy that deals critical damage to enemies with full status.

"In melee combat, I will not lose."

Burkeseau looked at Wayne in front of him and said with a smile.

As for Wayne's idea, he really wanted to support it.

But he seems to have only so much to say.

"That's all?"

Wayne still lowered his head and asked.

Of course he would not be satisfied with the answer given by Burkeseau.

This statement is somewhat general.

"Bulkessel's weakness? From the eyes of a demon, maybe there is still greed?"

Maddock said casually.

Seriously, Nephalem is mostly greedy.

Even with a big basket on the side of a box, if you can pull the rope at the right moment, it will probably be 100% able to frame a Nephalem.

"I just want to recycle all the things that are scattered outside. I think it is more appropriate to call it thrifty!"

Burkeseau choked at Maddock.

"Okay, frugal."

Maddock shook his head noncommittally.

This is a common problem for all Nephalems.

Maddock, of course, will not be excluded.

"I think, you won't threaten me with your own safety, right? Let's say first, I will shelter all the barbarians, but I won't risk the destruction of the barbarians by agreeing to stupid conditions like suicide.

But I promise to avenge you. "

Burkeseau glanced at Wayne and said with some doubts.

Threatening barbarians with hostages is definitely not a good way.

The feeling of hesitation will only be a burden in the battle with the devil, and will cause a greater threat.

Barbarians don't eat hostage threats.

"I testify!"

Leah raised her little hand and said.

There is no sense of embarrassment at all.

At that time, Diablo, the great demon god, occupied her body, and Burkesso still cut off the huge head without any hesitation.

Hostages are useless.

Most old-school warriors are the same.

Rescue of hostages will only take place when it is absolutely safe to do so.

The demons used hostages as traps not once or twice, and Nephalem was getting tired of it.

Sometimes, when he sees the hostages locked in the cage, Nephalem can't wait to say the words to hand over the treasure chest and spare the demons from dying.

The hostage incident was normal, not an accident.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Maddock laughed loudly.

Laughing made Orongus and the others feel a little puzzled.

After all, the three ancestors were not absent when they fought against Diablo, but like Orongus, they didn't have the ability to intervene.

The three ancestors are special.

"Well, if you're going to listen, I'll probably have to take you to the Burning Hell and ask Baal."

Burkeseau waved his hand and said to Wayne.

No matter how many weaknesses he has, he can't even think of them.

"I see."

Wayne nodded, then silently stepped back.

Burkeseau was a little distressed.

Now that Wayne has decided to use his prize in exchange for the answer to this question.

Then it would be inappropriate to give out prizes.

Fortunately, Wayne was also the last person in the battle, so help with the equipment didn't seem to be imminent.

"I'll take you with me when I go to Baal, and you can ask him personally. I can even take you to that **** Tyrell, and you can get the information you want to know from him."

Burkeseau continued.

Made a promise to Wayne.

As for whether Barr would affect Wayne, he was not worried at all.

When he appears in front of Baal, Baal will say goodbye to his personality as a demon **** of destruction.

The same is true for Tyrell!

Influence a barbarian through mind control?

Unless that barbarian is some kind of idiot like Nihlathak who only knows how to study spells.

Otherwise, any barbarian who has mastered the rage of the berserker will not be affected.

The barbarians who are filled with anger will not leave any gaps for other emotions to occupy!

……

"Agent Hill, when did you go out?"

Melinda met Agent Hill on her way home from get off work.

Recently, SHIELD's affairs have been busy, and she has to work overtime to cope with the heavy clerical work.

Unexpectedly, he met the thoughtful Agent Hill at the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I got off work a long time ago. I'm just relaxing."

Hill said.

Obviously he was perfunctory about Melinda's question.

Now she's thinking about how, like Nick Fury, she can take a portion of the S.H.I.E.L.D. funding to build a safe house and build her own connections without being discovered.

After all, Nick Fury's practice was already written on the prohibited items in the last publication of the material.

The methods Nick Fury had used were all blocked.

Now, even recruiting financial talents to deduct funds is impossible.

"Hey! It's the first time I've seen you leave the office these days."

Melinda spoke a little too enthusiastically.

"I know, that's why I need to come out to relax."

Hill finally focused on Melinda.

She can think of reasons for Melinda's persecution of her.

At that time, she had a share in Rumlow's attack, so Melinda's targeting was justified.

After she rejected Melinda's request to resign again, this reason became more sufficient.

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"This is negotiable, I will tell the director."

Hill said.

The topic of resignation can be concluded here.

So Hill bypassed Melinda and walked directly into the office building.

Melinda left the place as if nothing had happened, avoided all sight, and approached a corner.

Looking at the door in front of her that looked like an old warehouse door, Melinda's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

"I knew that there is a reason why the equipment and funds of the front-line personnel of SHIELD are always insufficient."

She muttered and pushed open the door that said the secret base.

Then he looked at the man with a hairline that was a little over 100 million.

"I thought you were dead, Coulson. Now, it looks like this is another secret operation by the director?"

Melinda said so.

"Yes! Secret operation, but not the director's. I found that the director has a lot of secrets, and even he may really be a hydra!"

Coulson spoke to Melinda seriously.