044 Trivialities in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith shop. He originally came in with the mentality that it was better to have something than nothing.

After all, for this guy with a strong body, even guns could hardly hurt his body.

So he held a contemptuous attitude towards cold weapons.

Until he tried to pick up a hand axe and tried to shave his beard, the more than an inch long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he thought.

"Damn, what's wrong with these weapons!"

After Luke Cage felt the pain from the wound on his face, he immediately took out the butterfly knife in his pocket to try.

Accustomed to superpowers, he thought his superpowers had failed at first, until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand could not even cut his fingers, then he realized that the problem was not with him.

He held the small hand axe that left a wound on his face with a solemn face, and he tried to swing it with the end of the axe.

Although he didn't know that the hand axe should be held a little below the axe in battle, it did not prevent him from feeling the excellence of this axe.

The simple swing gave him a hearty feeling, and for a moment he was somewhat intoxicated by the joy of swinging the hatchet.

This feeling even gave him the illusion that he was a master of cold weapons.

Luke Cage, who finally came to his senses, cast his eyes on the weapons piled up casually, and he had a terrible idea.

After several attempts, he had to painfully admit that his superpowers were as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the weapons forged by Bulkaiso.

"How is this possible?"

Luke Cage stabbed his thigh fiercely with his butterfly knife, and only believed it after he heard the crisp metal breaking sound of the expensive butterfly knife.

He didn't pay attention to the hand guards and shields piled on the side, and his attention was all attracted by these sharp weapons.

But for him, perhaps he couldn't feel the power that those protective gear could enhance.

After all, he could completely ignore ordinary firearms and the like.

So he didn't think that a piece of armor could provide a security guarantee for his respected father Zack.

After picking and choosing, Luke Cage finally chose the hatchet he had at the beginning. This violent guy seemed to suit his appetite more.

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"Mr. Burkeso, I chose this."

Luke Cage used that weird honorific, and I don't know which movie he learned it from.

But this didn't prevent him from respecting Burkeso.

"So, how are you going to repay me?"

Bulkeso looked at Luke Cage and had no idea what he had chosen. He was concentrating on forging and was holding a small hammer and hitting an iron ring.

"If I can solve those troubles, I will return it and work for you for three months for free. I think my strength can at least reduce some trivial work for you."

Luke Cage's words made Burkeso feel comfortable. If he could say that he would return the power he had, then this guy would not be an insatiable troublemaker.

"Then let's do this."

Bulkaiso finally turned around and looked Luke Cage in the eyes.

The barbarians will not be stingy with respect for people of noble character.

Bulkaiso didn't even look at the ring on the iron felt, and casually stuffed it back into the stove with tongs.

"Remember to tell old Zack that if he has anything, he can come and stay with me for a few days."

Bulkaiso waved at Luke Cage and asked him to leave quickly.

Then it was the most important time to forge unity.

It is not a simple matter to give legendary power.

Each of these has the power of a long story, and it takes some meticulous work to condense it into equipment.

Generally speaking, forging jewelry is done by the gemsmith. Shen Laotan, who is called the thief god, has a pair of hands that others can hardly reach.

For Bulkaiso, forging jewelry is another way, such as using a hammer to forge this ring into that unique shape.

Although Jill was still some distance away from the stove, the heat still made him sweat a lot.

But he still tried to see the forging process of Bul-Katho, because his practice weapon would be born soon.

Although he was a little concerned about why a ring had to be hammered out before forging a weapon.

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"So you came back like this?"

Nick Fury asked Melinda standing in front of him.

"Sir, I have been transferred from the field department. This kind of mission should not be carried out by a clerk like me."

Melinda stood straight, her eyes straight.

She looked more like a soldier than an agent.

"Okay, I will arrange for someone else to continue this matter. You go ahead and do it."

Nick Fury pinched his nose and looked like he had a headache.

Melinda turned around and walked out of the office without any intention of dragging her feet.

"Colson, come here."

Nick Fury watched Melinda slam the door and leave, and could only call his most trusted subordinate.

"Director, can I come in for a moment?"

Before Coulson came, Nick Fury heard Rumlow's voice.

This made him a little confused. After all, according to Rumlow's medical report, he should still be in the hospital for treatment at this time. As for the review after the mission, it would generally be conducted after he recovered.

"Come in, Rumlow."

Nick Fury could only let Rumlow in first. No matter why he came to his office at this time, he needed to listen to what Rumlow was going to say.

Rumlow pushed the door open with some effort. On the day he came back, the brass knuckles and the spirit stone had been handed over.

He was able to come to this place at this time, relying entirely on his indestructible willpower.

Nick Fury looked at Rumlow's difficult actions, and had no intention of getting up to help.

To put it nicely, it was called respecting the wishes of his colleagues, but to be more realistic, he needed to keep a safe distance.

"So what do you want to say?"

Nick Fury sat at his desk, still wearing his black leather jacket on a hot day. I don't know if the air conditioning in SHIELD is particularly efficient, so he can maintain this weird style.

Rumlow shuddered. The temperature inside was a little too much for a wounded man like him to bear.

"I want to apply for the right to use the two pieces of equipment before I recover."

Rumlow dragged his shoulders clamped by various fixing plates and said with some difficulty.

The damage to his lungs made it difficult for him to speak loudly.

"You know the process. You should just write a report instead of dragging your seriously injured body to my office."

Nick Fury frowned. Since Rumlow came back, he felt that something had changed in Rumlow.

Although it seemed that he was no different from his previous performance, Nick Fury believed in his suspicion.

He was suspicious of all people and things, and even the most trusted subordinates were just behind in his suspicion sequence.

The life motto of this king of agents may be that there is nothing in the world worth trusting.

It's like he never told others the truth about losing an eye, but said that this eye was the price he paid for trusting others.

Maybe it's because it's cooler to say it this way?

Or maybe the truth is just too ridiculous, or maybe the cat is also the top secret of SHIELD, so he made up a story.

But who cares except himself?