Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 5 Good Man Coulson

"Why do you want to go to Hell's Kitchen at this time? A place full of garbage, human scum, and scum, and even the air smells of marijuana?"

An unpretentious black Lexus slowed down and pulled into a side road with its turn signal on.

The one who spoke was a young man with curly black hair who was sitting in the co-pilot. He was of Mexican and Canadian descent. He was just promoted to the fifth-level special agent, and he seemed a little excited, asking questions to the driver who was driving like a curious baby.

"Carrie, often times, we need to do things that others don't see as important. Just like today, just because the camera couldn't see the situation inside the hotel door, we sent two SHIELD agents to investigation."

Kind eyes, gentle tone, soft facial lines, a straight face that makes people feel good, and a short golden hair with a hairline that is unattainable, constitute the most popular old man in Marvel - S.H.I.E.L.D. Level [-] Agent Phil Coulson.

Next to him is agent Carey Simmons, a young man full of energy and passion, who has just been transferred to the field team.

Hearing the senior's explanation, Simmons couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Just for this reason? The camera on the street corner can't see the scene inside the hotel gate? Is it because the camera is broken? Taxpayers' money is wasted like this. ..."

"Well, you can understand it from another angle. We must always let taxpayers see that we are not doing nothing!"

Coulson turned his head and smiled at his companion. "Of course, if you don't consider what happened this morning, I think this investigation can be delayed."

"Morning? What happened?" The curious baby continued to ask.

"Actually, it's nothing serious!" Coulson replied calmly, "The members of the Wolf Gang went to the police station to report the case, saying that they sent people to a hotel to collect protection money last night, but since they walked into that hotel After that, it never appeared again."

The curious baby opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked after a while, "Okay, when will we even take care of missing persons? And, when did the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen learn to call the police?"

"If you knew that thirteen groups of gangsters and more than double-digit thieves and gangsters disappeared in that hotel for more than a month, you wouldn't say such things."

Simmons' eyes were a little dull, he hesitated for a while, and then said awkwardly: "Sorry, Phil, I don't know..."

"Hmm, don't worry about it."

"As for what you just mentioned, why the gangsters learned to call the police..."

"That was a small gang formed yesterday afternoon. There were only four people in total. The person who called the police couldn't catch up with the gang activities last night because he had a bad stomach!"

Coulson tapped the brake lightly a few times, the car slowly approached the street, and finally stopped.

"We have arrived!"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Coulson and Simmons who had just got out of the car were implanted with a brief message by the mysterious and unfathomable will of the universe when they turned their heads and saw the hotel for the first time.

"The Mulgore Hotel has a long history in Hell's Kitchen. However, since the previous boss died of a heart attack, it has been closed until last month. Until a new boss who doesn't know the details took over and reopened..."

Only Xiaomengxin still maintained a little passion to find out the truth. He looked at the rough and simple appearance of the hotel, and asked curiously: "Who was the previous boss? Why did the hotel be built like this?"

"Who knows? Maybe the previous innkeeper was gone before I was born." Coulson handed over a document, "You have ten seconds."

"Cawus Braddorf, male, 22 years old...and then, no more?"

"Yes, no more!" Coulson smiled. "This is what interests us. His identity documents are real, but his past experience is completely blank. What does this mean?"

Simmons became excited all over, groping for the cold and smooth handle of the gun with his right hand, and replied impatiently: "It means that he has a high level of hacking, and can invade taxation departments, civil affairs departments, health departments, and other related institutions." server, and added a 'completely non-existent' identity. In other words, he has a background that we can't imagine, and can..."

"Ah, no, it's not that complicated!"

Coulson threw the documents into the open car window, pressed the key in his hand, and added, "Before he remembered that he needed to apply for a passport and social security card, he might just be a black household wandering on the street!"

Carey Simmons froze, and it took a long time for him to take a few steps and catch up with Coulson.

"Then you said it was suspicious just now..."

Seeing that the curious baby has completely turned into a confused baby, Coulson explained with a smile, "As long as a person is still living in society, it is impossible to leave no trace. If there is a completely unrecorded data, then it must have Value. The value he shows determines what we will do with him next."

"—so here we are!"

The confused baby became more and more confused, opened his mouth, and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Coulson again.

"In 1790, the special police in the United States were still riding horses to census the population; in 1880, the first professional census takers appeared in the United States; in 1990, our census introduced the geographic information system; in 2000, the Bureau of Statistics hired employed 86 temporary workers to conduct a household census, and hired a private company to conduct a nationwide statistical campaign. Know why our population number is 'about 3.1 million'?"

"Because of the decimal point..."

"No!" Coulson's smile became brighter and brighter, "Because we can only reach a little over 90.00% coverage at most. And there are at least 2000 million people left who are black households who have not entered the background of the statistical data."

Simmons had something to say, Coulson had already walked into the door of the hotel.

"welcome……"

The dispirited Kau Si raised his head. After living a normal life for more than a month, he has finally returned to what a normal person should be, but it will take a long time to recover from mental exhaustion.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Braddorf! We are the staff of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency. I am Phil Coulson and this is Carey Simmons."

Phil Coulson?
This was the first time the two met. Coulson marveled at the youthful handsomeness and decadence of the other, while Cous looked curiously at this good old man who is known as the all-Marvel killer.

Even though he knew the identity of the other party's senior agent, Cows still couldn't feel any disgust in front of this kind face.

Squeezing his swollen brows vigorously, Kous looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, but didn't move: "You guys came so fast, I thought I could live a peaceful life for at least a few months."

But in the next moment, he cheered up and shook hands enthusiastically, "Just call me Cows! Mr. Phil Coulson, nice to meet you!"

The two agents sat down on the wooden chairs in front of the counter. After thinking for a while, Cows poured Coulson a glass of morning dew, then glanced at Simmons, and served a glass of cheap fruit juice.

"Sorry, no coffee, just these..."

Regardless of the limited number of drinks in the basement, Coulson deserves the respect given to morning dew wine—as for the childish lanugo, not giving him a glass of "cool spring water" is already aimed at him. Coulson's face.

Taking a sip politely, Coulson, who was about to give his companion a comforting smile, immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Oh, what a wine!"

"Mulgore's wine is the best!" Cows, who was born in a big foodie country, is confident about this.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Coulson took out a few photos from his pocket.

"We came here this time because of these people. They..."

"It was treated as a sacrifice by me!"

Cows also poured himself a glass of morning dew, and smiled at Coulson.

"They suddenly rushed into my hotel, pointed a gun at me, not only intending to take away my only seven dollars and 35 cents, but also demanded that I pay an expensive monthly protection fee."

"According to the relevant provisions of the "Castle Law", citizens have no obligation to retreat in their own homes. They can resist violently to protect their lives and property, and have the right to use weapons including guns for self-defense!"

Cows's voice gradually became high: "According to New York State's "Stand Down Law", I did not provoke the attack first, and I have reasonable grounds within a reasonable time and can actually believe that the deceased intended to harm, or harm. my body……"

"Don't get me wrong, Cows! And you, Carey, put down your right hand!" Coulson gently reprimanded his companion, and turned his head, "Whether they are alive or not has nothing to do with us. The word ‘pin’ means great interest!”

"Sacrifice?" Cows showed a playful smile, ignoring Simmons who was so nervous that he wanted to draw his gun.

"Before answering this question, I would like to welcome you two to the Mulgore Inn. We will have a whole night to discuss these topics!"

"Great opening, let's eat chicken tonight!"

Carey Simmons, a rookie agent whose arms were trembling with nervousness, was in a state of confusion, and even had a strange idea: "Why did he say 'good business'? Hasn't there been a single resident for more than a month? ..."

(End of this chapter)