When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 179 Shadow
Nan Ke didn't notice the silence on the other side, and even if he did, he wouldn't feel much.

After all, the Marvel world was originally such a world in his own impression.

Therefore, Nan Ke's cognition of this world is actually in line with the current state of the world.

"Besides, I'm looking for you this time because I want you to pay attention to me, or use your information to find out if there is anything unusual recently."

"Abnormal?" Coulson quickly adjusted his state. He hid those complicated and useless emotions and directly entered the professional mode. "Can you describe it more specifically?"

The situation that Nan Ke called as an 'abnormality' was enough for them to attach great importance to it.

Because according to Nan Ke's strength, all the problems that can make Nan Ke fancy are enough to be classified as supernatural events, and the handling of such events has always been their job.

"I don't know too much information, but it may be related to the shadow?"

"Shadow?" Coulson chewed the word, "So this shadow might be a crisis?"

"If you don't handle it well, it will definitely be a bigger crisis than the hammer in front of you!"

According to the development of the plot, Soul Eater Night can even sweep the entire Runeterra.

Even if there is no King of Destruction to lead them this time, the damage caused must be stronger than that of the Asgardians.

"I'll keep an eye out," Coulson replied, "if I find out."

"Notify me at any time, and I will come to help you." Nan Ke said righteously.

Coulson wanted to refute, but thinking about his own identity and responsibilities, he finally swallowed his words.

"Is there anything else?"

"Well, yes." Nan Ke seemed to remember something, and asked again: "When will my psychiatrist come back?"

The time agreed at the beginning has already passed, but Natasha did not come.

Judging from the plot, she should be "multitasking", and accompanied Tony Stark to participate in some kind of racing abroad.

Therefore, mastering Natasha's itinerary is also quite mastering Stark's itinerary.

And mastering Stark's whereabouts, you can create a chance encounter, and then find an opportunity to let him see how to transform Orianna.

"Her?" Coulson was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect why Nan Ke suddenly mentioned her, "I don't know, I'll ask you later."

"Okay, then you'll be busy first."

It's been about six hours since I hung up the phone.

Coulson sat in the temporary command room, looking out of the privacy glass, there was almost no defense measures for air leakage, and the two eyebrows could not be calmed down.

hammer;

shadow;

hammer;

shadow
"hiss!"

Coulson raised his hands to hold his face, then rubbed it vigorously twice, and he didn't let go until the tip of his nose was a little red.

There are too many things recently, and they are all piled up like a ball of wool.

It would be fine if they were all ordinary events, after all, he has experience and the ability to deal with these things.

However, whether it is the hammer in front of him, Stark's high technology, or the shadow that Nan Ke mentioned, they all belong to the kind of things that he has never been in contact with, and there is no corresponding method and process for handling them.

In addition, the "internal problem" that Nan Ke told him is like a thorn in his heart, even if he is careful not to touch it, it will still stick to your most sensitive position, constantly emphasizing his own presence.

Various factors made his mind a little confused, so that after sorting out the work progress, his emotions temporarily lost control.

At this time, the door was knocked from outside.

Coulson straightened his waist reflexively, shrugged the tip of his nose, then tore a ball of paper on the table and crumpled it into a ball, put it at hand, and then said to the outside: "Come in."

'Snapped'

The door was pushed open, and a man came in with a quiver on his back. He looked at Coulson, especially stopped at his nose, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Hehe." Coulson put on his trademark smile, grabbed the paper ball at hand, and threw it into the trash can at his feet, "Maybe it's because the temperature difference between day and night is too big, and my nose feels a little uncomfortable."

Speaking, Coulson looked at the man who came in, "Why did you come in?"

Because of his special status and abilities, this seventh-level agent didn't need to be divided into superiors and subordinates in front of him.

In addition, the big guys have worked together for many years, so it seems a little casual to chat.

"A few drunks came tonight, and they were stopped at the outermost perimeter." Hawkeye raised his head, looked outside from the direction of the window, and said, "What does Nick mean, that we just want us to wait like this?"

"For now, that's it."

They can't take the hammer away;
But it's impossible to just let it go.

At this stage, they can only spend time. After all, according to their speculation, the person who put the hammer here must have a purpose, and they are now competing with him for patience.

"Is there no other way?" Hawkeye asked one more time.

In normal times, in fact, familiar agents chat normally, and discuss topics such as mission arrangements and follow-up planning.

But perhaps because he was "stinged" just now, Coulson remained uncharacteristically silent. He raised his head and looked at Hawkeye without speaking.

Hawkeye looked a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Chief Coulson let out a breath, and then he slumped on the backrest with some exhaustion, "I've been too busy recently, and I need to report the progress to the director later."

"It's me who disturbed you, so you should do your work first."

Hawkeye stood up, opened the door and walked out.

After going out, he took the initiative to close the door again.

Coulson continued to sit, tapped his fingers on the table twice, as if he was thinking about something, "Probably, no way."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted himself on the head, "I can't think about it anymore, Nan Ke is right, you can't do anything too deeply, or you will have problems sooner or later!"

Thinking of this, he took out a communicator in the shape of a mobile phone from his pocket, which is a directional communication device.

"My lord, I have something to report to you."

Coulson first summed up his own affairs here, then hesitated for a moment, and said again:

"Nan Ke contacted me today and asked me to help him investigate something."

"Well, according to him, it could be a huge crisis if it's not handled well."

"Yes, but I don't know the specific characteristics, I only know that it is related to the shadow."

"Okay, I understand, I will use our resources to help him investigate!"

at the end;
Coulson asked again; "By the way, he also asked me about Natasha."

(End of this chapter)