065 Killer Monkey

"Jill, I still have things to do. During this period, I may not be able to visit you often."

On the street not far from the blacksmith shop, Frank Custer was holding Jill's face with both hands, speaking seriously.

Jill had actually been prepared for the separation. After seeing death, he knew that he could only stay with Bul-Kathos.

Although he was reluctant to leave his father, he nodded seriously.

Since his father said that he had something to do, it was true. He knew that his father would never lie to him.

"Go, go back over there. My comrades told me that guy should be trustworthy."

Frank lied. Nick Fury only told him through Coulson that Bul-Kathos was very powerful and currently acted like a good person.

Even Coulson specifically reminded him not to contact Jill and Bul-Kathos at this time.

But out of a father's feelings, he still appeared here and met his son.

But it seems that his son is doing well now, and the guy named Bul-Kathos is also a good person as Coulson said.

If it is true about his strong strength, then it would be great.

Because he is going to avenge his family next, and it is good news if his only son can be protected by someone at this time.

Frank looked at his son walking towards Burkeso, with some reluctance in his eyes.

The emotional expression when facing his family is enough for now.

Next, he is still the Avenger who wears a skull T-shirt and starts killing.

…

"Drink the milk on the table when you come back, and then go to bed early."

Bulkeso didn't say much, just urged Jill to go back to the house quickly.

"By the way, make up for the practice that was missed today tomorrow."

Bulkeso added, and Jill obeyed him.

Bulkeso sat on the bench and looked at Frank deeply.

He was still a little curious about this superhero who was the most suitable commander in Gu Yi's words.

The traces of gunpowder and war on Frank made Burkeso nod his head, especially the guy didn't have any sinful breath, which made him very satisfied.

A decent warrior who can kill the enemy without hesitation, this is what Bul-Kathos said about Frank.

Such guys appeared in piles in the shelter, as for tactical command?

Bul-Kathos had never been exposed to these, and when facing the devil, the barbarian would only choose to rush forward directly.

Where did the tactics come from, and they still needed to spend energy thinking.

Frank and Bul-Kathos looked at each other, and then turned and left alone.

His understanding of Bul-Kathos was just the information given by his old comrade, but just the eye contact just now gave him an unmatched feeling.

So he believed in his old comrade.

Although that guy is a jerk!

…

"Director, Frank still went to contact Bul-Kathos."

Coulson stood in front of Nick Fury and said this.

He knew why his superior asked him to contact Frank specifically, but he just wanted to use him to convey a goodwill message to that guy.

After completing the superior's task well, he naturally had to come to the office to report.

As for the investigation and understanding of Bul-Kathos, he has handed all the videos to Agent Hill, and Nick Fury will watch them himself when he needs them.

"I asked you to investigate the internal personnel actions. Is there any result?"

Nick Fury stared at Coulson with his eyes, like a wolf looking at its prey.

"When did you ask me to do this?"

Coulson responded with his usual smile.

"You go and get busy first."

Nick lowered his head and began to sort out the documents in front of him.

As for Coulson's next task, he had just said it.

He knew Coulson would understand, although sometimes he would wonder if he was being too cautious.

But this would not change his behavior.

There is always some dispensable information in the words, and then let the subordinates figure it out and act.

Although this approach has always caused some inconveniences, it has also prevented his arrangements from being discovered.

Anyway, everything is as usual, and sometimes he doesn't know who he is guarding against.

But it's better to be careful.

…

Rumlow was sleeping on his sofa. Although it didn’t feel good to sleep on the sofa, he was almost used to it.

Although there was a bed in the bedroom, who would sleep on the bed as a serious agent?

The bed was the first target of the enemy’s attack.

Rumlow, who was half asleep, suddenly heard a slight noise outside the house.

It didn’t sound like a human walking. After all, the footsteps sounded like a toddler learning to walk wearing leather shoes.

Rumlow sat up straight as quietly as possible, holding a pistol in his right hand.

And in his left hand, he was holding the magical brass knuckles.

“Dong Dong Dong~”

A series of very rhythmic knocks on the door, but the knocks were not in the normal height range, but came from the lower half of the door.

Rumlow knew in his heart that the person knocking at this time was probably a member of the Howling Commandos and later became a killer, Killer Monkey.

But this was no reason for him to relax his vigilance. There was a small card on the table with a series of numbers written on it, the meaning of which he did not understand.

This was exactly what Dumdum Duggan gave him, asking him to give it directly to Killer Monkey.

Rumlow had already memorized this series of numbers and was going to ask Duggan about the meaning of these numbers later.

But for now, he needed to open the door first.

Rumlow stood up, still holding the gun in his hand, and walked to the door, carefully avoiding the front of the door.

He quickly turned the handle and opened the door.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound that was obviously a monkey's cry outside the door, but Rumlow had never seen Killer Monkey before.

For humans, the appearance of monkeys is not something that unfamiliar people can distinguish, although there is probably only one monkey in the world that can act like a human.

Rumlow suddenly turned on the light in the living room, and then flashed and pointed a gun at the monkey's head.

However, what Rumlow saw was two black muzzles pointed at him as if they had expected it.

A monkey wearing a black suit and sunglasses walked into his apartment in a dignified manner.

"Killer monkey?"

The monkey nodded, but did not put down the gun in his hand.

After Rumlow confirmed the other party's identity again, he pointed to his desk with his brass knuckles.

"The thing that Dum gave you is on the table."

Then he saw the monkey pointed a gun muzzle in that direction, and then pointed it at his head.

Rumlow felt his mouth twitching a little. He understood what the monkey meant, that he was asked to get it.

But he didn't want to do that, because it would not only mean that he would be distracted and lose the advantage of the gun pointed at the opponent's head, but also mean that a human would succumb to a monkey, even if this monkey was very unusual.

Now they were in a confrontation, and he didn't want to bow to a monkey.