Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 6 I Have a Date with the Clown
"Long time no see, Agent Coulson."

After a brief exchange of greetings, the host and guest sat down.

Coulson with a good-natured smile looked at Director George's bloodshot eyes and said, "It's been a tough day."

George Stacy crossed his arms and didn't answer.

He doesn't actually like Coulson, although the man seems to have a natural affinity, it's hard for anyone to feel disgusted with him.

But when Director George saw this agent for the first time, he thought he was a smiling tiger.

They are all millennial foxes, so why pretend.

Looking at Coulson who didn't feel any embarrassment at all, George Stacy didn't go around in circles: "Are you going to take over the clown's case?"

Coulson hesitated for a moment, probably not expecting the other party to be so straightforward: "...that's what it means."

Chief George sank his body deeply into the office chair, and asked in a cold voice, "What if I disagree?"

"Mr. Director should know." Coulson also changed into a more comfortable posture, and said: "The case we have taken over is not suitable for ordinary people to handle."

George nodded thoughtfully.

Of course he knew that this was not the first time something like this had happened.

Although the frequency is not high, this person will take over several weird and difficult cases from him every once in a while.

This time, it was actually a matter of routine.

George Stacey changed the subject: "I sometimes wonder, do secret agents have blood?"

"...What do you mean?" Coulson was confused by this question.

George Stacey picked up a group photo from an unassuming corner of the table, looking reminiscent.

At this time, the photo of his first meritorious service in the commendation meeting when he was young has turned yellow.

His voice was soft but powerful.

"In our line of work, we touch the darkest parts of human nature every day."

"..." Coulson was noncommittal.

George Stacy didn't wait for his response either.

"Endless robberies, shootings, sexual assaults and murders. There will always be crimes, the old is the past, and the new will come."

He looked at Coulson and said, "There is a saying that is true, the corruption of the whole world is hidden in the human heart."

Coulson nodded.

"After a long time, people will always become numb and sophisticated. These made me finally sit in this position."

Putting the photo in the most prominent part, George Stacey said in a clear voice:
"But JOKER, his pure evil reminded me of something. When I first chose to be a policeman, my goal was not to climb up, but to fight crime."

Coulson applauded and said, "I probably understand what you mean."

"It seems that my expression is clear enough." George Stacy stood up, put his hands on the table, stared at the opposite agent, and said, "I must arrest him with my own hands."

Director George's unexpected toughness made Coulson hesitate
"I need to ask my superiors." Phil Coulson stood up and said, "Maybe a joint operation can be carried out."

George Stacey sent the other out: "You better hurry up."

"Our efficiency has always been very high, so you don't have to worry about that." The two finally shook hands, and Coulson's smile seemed to be more sincere: "To answer your question just now, if you don't have a passion, you can't do my job."

……

Su Ge didn't know that it was Phil Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was eyeing him, but even if he knew, the decision he made would not change.

After thinking about it, he felt that he should be more aggressive at such a critical moment when he was almost at the door.

The so-called long-term defense must be lost. Although Su Ge feels that the clothes are seamless, SHIELD is also pervasive.

He didn't want to get caught up in a game of hide-and-seek with agents.

Therefore, it is the last word to reach the achievement of 100 million as soon as possible and strengthen one's own strength.

After contacting his subordinates, Su Ge found the address of the female reporter in the database of Time Magazine.

Sneaking in with ease, Su Ge slipped into the female reporter's apartment without attracting anyone's attention.

It can be seen that the income of the media industry is good, and she actually lives in the Upper East Side. This is a place favored by many big investors in the investment world, and the house price can be imagined.

This house can be exchanged for a luxury house elsewhere.

After admiring the interior furnishings, Su Ge made a judgment:
A woman living alone with a bit rough lines, about 30 years old.

Her parents both live in Texas, but they spoke with a New York accent that day. It is estimated that she has worked hard to integrate into this big city.

Single, no bad habits, maybe an old maid.

So, why hasn't this female reporter come back...

Su Ge looked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock.Does the media industry have to work overtime for so long?

A little bored waiting, he was hesitating whether to come again another day, and check her life pattern by the way, so as to save himself the next time.

At this moment, he heard the sound of heavenly footsteps.

A stride hid behind the door, clinging to the wall, Su Ge planned to give this clever reporter a surprise.

Just when he was thinking about what lines to say when he appeared on stage, the female reporter hurriedly opened the door.

"Hey, you're really angry!" Su Ge, who was almost hit on the nose by the door, cursed.

The female reporter didn't realize it, she slammed the door and went straight to the bathroom, taking off her clothes while walking.

Su Ge: "..."

Are women living alone so capricious?
Seeing the fewer and fewer women, Su Ge wisely decided to hide temporarily.

I always feel that if I show up now, there will be no flirtatiousness at all, and it will be completely obscene.

After a while, Su Ge heard the sound of dripping water. He walked to the refrigerator familiarly. After some selection, he took a can of Feizhai Happy Water and drank it comfortably.

Ten minutes passed.

The female reporter came out of the bathroom, and as soon as she turned on the light, she saw the man sitting on her sofa.

He snapped his fingers and said, "Nice body!"

This scene made the female reporter want to pat her face to see if she still hadn't woken up from last night's nightmare.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the screaming in her throat, the female reporter sat on the other corner of the sofa as if nothing had happened.

"Do you like drinking Coke?"

Su Ge smashed it and said, "That's it, I searched around, and your house doesn't even have a wine cabinet."

"I don't drink." The female reporter wiped her hair to hide her emotions, and said, "Next time I come, say hello in advance, and I will prepare the best whiskey for you."

Su Ge put down the empty Coke can: "I want vodka."

"You have the final say." Throwing the Coke can into the trash can by her feet, the female reporter showed obedience, turned her head and smiled, "What do you want from me?"

Su Ge looked at the female reporter who was pretending to be calm, and smiled.

Not to mention, it's pretty similar.

But when she saw herself just now, the panel prompted the surprise value +5, obviously her heart was not as calm as she appeared.

And Su Ge's interested eyes, combined with his identity as a dangerous clown, invisibly scared the female reporter enough...

Excitement value +5
(End of this chapter)