Dark Savages Come To the United States

Luke Cage walked into the basement of the blacksmith's shop, he just came in with a better mentality than nothing.

After all, for this guy with copper skin and iron bones, even guns can hardly hurt his body.

So he has a contemptuous attitude towards cold weapons.

Until he tried to pick up a hatchet and try to shave his beard, the inch-long wound on his face made him realize that things were not as simple as he imagined.

"Damn it, what are these weapons!"

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

Being used to superpowers, he immediately thought that his superpowers had failed. It wasn't until he saw that the butterfly knife in his hand couldn't cut through his fingers that he realized that the problem was not with him.

He held the small hatchet that left a wound on his face with a serious face, and he tried to swing it while grasping the end of the axe.

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

The simple swing gave him a hearty feeling, and for a while he was a little intoxicated in the joy of swinging this hand axe.

This feeling made him even have the illusion that he is a master of cold weapons.

Luke Cage finally came back to his senses and cast his sights on the randomly piled up weapons, he had a terrible idea.

After a few attempts, he had to admit with some pain that his super power was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the weapon forged by Bulkelso.

"How can this be?"

Luke Cage stabbed his own thigh fiercely with his butterfly knife, and he didn't believe it until he heard the crisp metal breaking sound of the expensive butterfly knife.

He didn't pay attention to the gauntlets and shields piled up on one side, his attention was all attracted by these extremely sharp weapons.

But for him, he may not feel the power that those armors can enhance.

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

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

After picking and choosing, Luke Cage finally chose the handaxe he was holding at the beginning. This kind of violent guy seems to be more to his liking.

...

"Mr. Bulkelso, I choose this."

Luke Cage handles the weird honorifics, and he doesn't know which movie he learned from.

But this did not prevent him from showing respect to Bulkelso.

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

Burkesso took a look at what Luke Cage chose and didn't even think about it. He was focusing on forging, and he was beating an iron ring with a small hammer.

"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 save you some trivial work."

Luke Cage's words made Bull Casso feel at ease, if he could say the words to return the power he got, then this guy would not be an insatiable troublemaker.

"So be it."

Bulkelso finally turned around, looked Luke Cage straight in the eyes and spoke.

The savage is not stingy with respect for a man of noble character.

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

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

Bulkeso waved at Luke Cage, telling him to leave quickly.

Now comes the most important time of forging unity.

Giving legendary powers is no easy task.

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

Generally speaking, such things as forging jewelry are carried out by the gem craftsman. The old Shen who is called the God of Thieves has a pair of skillful hands that are difficult for others to match.

For Bulcasso, 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 profusely.

But he still tried hard to see the forging process of Bulkelso clearly, because his practice weapon would be born soon.

Although he was a little concerned about why he had to forge a ring first when forging a weapon.

...

"So you're back like this?"

Nick Fury asked Melinda who was standing in front of him.

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

Melinda stood straight, her eyes fixed.

Looks more like a soldier than a secret agent.

"Okay, I will arrange for other people to continue this matter, you go ahead and do it."

Nick Fury pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he had a headache.

Melinda turned around and walked out of the office without the slightest procrastination.

"Colson, come here."

Nick Fury watched Melinda slam the door out, and could only call for his most trusted subordinates.

"Boss, may I come in?"

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

This made him a little puzzled. 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 will not be carried out until he recovers.

"Come on Rumlow."

Nick Fury can only let Rumlow in first, no matter why he came to his office at this time, he needs to hear what Rumlow is going to say.

Rumlow pushed open the door with some difficulty. On the day he came back, the knuckle and spirit stone had already been handed over.

At this time, he was able to come to this place entirely by relying on that indestructible willpower.

Nick Fury watched Rumlow's difficult actions, and didn't have the slightest intention of getting up to help.

To put it mildly is to respect the wishes of colleagues, but to be honest, he needs to keep a safe distance.

"So what did you come here to say?"

Nick Fury was sitting at his desk, still wearing that black leather jacket on a hot day. I wonder if the air conditioner in S.H.I.E.L.D. is particularly effective, so he can maintain this weird style.

Rumlow's body shivered, and the temperature inside was a bit unbearable for a wounded man like him.

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

Rumlow dragged his shoulders clamped by various fixed plates, and spoke with some difficulty.

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

"You know the process, you should make a report directly instead of showing up in my office with a seriously injured body."

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

Although it seems that he is no different from his previous performance, Nick Fury believes in his doubts.

He remains suspicious of all people and things, and even his most trusted subordinates are only relatively late in his suspicion sequence.

Perhaps the mantra of the king of secret agents is that nothing in the world can be trusted.

It's as if he never tells anyone the truth about his loss of an eye, but instead says that the eye is the price he pays for trusting others.

Maybe because it's cooler to say that?

Or the truth is too ridiculous, of course, it may also be that the cat is also the top secret in S.H.I.E.L.D., so he made up a story.

But who cares but himself?