Marvel Movie: From Old Man Time to Crazy Swordsman

Chapter 96 The Keyboard Man's Nightmare
"It's like Christmas!" Ward replied, squinting his eyes, exuding a little dangerous breath, but it was a pity that he did it for the blind man.Simmons didn't notice his reaction at all, and continued to work with a smile on his face.

At this time, Ward heard the movement of tires rubbing against the ground behind him, and looking back, he saw a bright red sports car driving on the deck.It turned out that the commander of their squad had arrived.

"One of Coulson's collections in S.H.I.E.L.D., the flamethrower, the world's first car with satellite positioning, he is obsessed with this car to the point of madness."

Just as Ward was searching for the information of this antique sports car in his memory, he heard the voice of a commentary beside him.He couldn't help but glanced at the source of the sound, and found that the murderer scientist who killed his new equipment just now was standing behind him on the left side.

"Don't touch Laura!" Coulson sternly warned the maintenance staff who were about to step forward.

"He called that car by a girl's name!" Following the boy's comment, Ward's body shook...

"Crack~~~"

…He felt a soft blow to his hip, and his eyebrows, which were already a bit like a character, raised higher—because he just noticed that the boy who claimed to be an engineer had been speaking with a British accent.

Thinking of John Garrett, who had given him the warmth of a father in his youth, Ward quickly adjusted his mentality, and he was ready to dedicate himself to the mission if necessary.

"Laura is not just a work of art, you know?" Ward followed Coulson to the upper floor, listening quietly to the leader bragging about his car along the way.

"People are always confused about what is 'new' and what is 'improved. There are helicopters..."

Ward: "(_)..."

"If you're going to unpack, please hurry up and start doing it in five minutes."

Just when Coulson made a bad joke and made the conversation a bit deserted, a female voice appeared to resolve the embarrassment. She handed Coulson a document and added, "We may have a piece of information about A clue to Rising Tide's routine operations."

"Very well, we need to do something to catch up with the progress." Coulson nodded after taking the file and motioned for the woman to leave.

"Is she... the one I think?" Ward looked at the woman's back and asked Coulson in an affirmative tone. This strange female colleague was very familiar to him.

"She's just the navigator." Coulson replied evasively.

"Melinda May, just the navigator?" Ward, who was in a bad mood, complained, "Come on, sir, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

"You'd better be ready at all times." Coulson still didn't tell him directly, but just said something casually and went back to the office alone.

After placing the order, Ward still maintained a dignified mood. It was less than half an hour since he came to the team, and his evaluation of the difficulty of the task directly increased twice.

Forget about the little British boy before, at most he needs to overcome himself psychologically.

But the woman just now is different, she is a textbook agent, and it is a textbook in every sense, because she has really been in the textbook, just the combat department of their S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.

Ward had studied the case of Agent May when he was a student in the Operations Department of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, because the instructor required everyone to submit a summary report related to it.

It is precisely because he has a deep understanding of Agent May, um... just a deep understanding on an ordinary level, he understands very well how difficult his task is when he is in the environment of this person.Playing espionage under the watchful eye of a seasoned legendary agent is a big risk, with a lower chance of success.

……

In a dark and cramped yellowed space in Los Angeles.

"How are you going to attack us?"

"Strike from the air?"

"Attack from the ground?"

"This time, how are you going to silence us?"

"Can you still do it?"

A young girl was sitting on a cheap plastic chair with her head close to the microphone, reciting in an aria-like tone the manuscript she had written on the table for more than a month.You can see an intoxicated smile on her face, as if even she was moved by the words.

"We are like the wind, everywhere, you can't stop the tide." The girl continued to announce in a cadenced tone, "You can't find us, you won't see us."

"However, there is no doubt that we will stand up to those who prevent us from knowing the truth."

"Nothing, nothing is going to stop us from going..."

"Shh-"

⊙▽⊙! ! ?
Before the girl could finish her last powerful line, the door of the trunk of the truck was forcibly opened.From the corner of her eye, she saw a half-bald middle-aged man with pursed lips and a expressionless man in sunglasses standing beside the car, standing solemnly and looking at herself.

The girl pondered for a few seconds in silence, then turned her head to face the two uninvited guests outside the door.

"Hey! (^_^||...What's the matter?" As she spoke, she opened her innocent eyes wide and tried to pull her lips into a curved shape...

In her "lifetime" unruly hacking career, she has never missed a time.So likewise, no one ever told her what she would have to do if the tormentor did come down the line and find her.

o((⊙﹏⊙))o. Could it be that he came here to beat himself up?Thinking of this, the girl can only try to make herself look weaker and pitiful.

However, what she answered was a black headgear of outstanding quality.

……

"call--"

Yi Song pulled off the blindfold covering his face.In a half-dream and half-awake state just now, he felt that the seat exerted an acceleration on his buttocks opposite to the current direction of motion, and immediately realized that this was a sign that the train was about to enter the station, so he decided to start packing his luggage.

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(End of this chapter)