I open a martial arts gym in Marvel

Chapter 92 The Big Tree Attracts the Wind
Hawkeye was completely convinced, and he sat in the pharmacy with his head full of needles.

Agent Fil, who came to see how Hawkeye's official life was on the first day, was rarely silent after seeing such a scene.

"This kind of training is really special."

"That's not how you train."

Zhang Yang opened his mouth to correct.

"This is adjuvant therapy."

Agent Phil was silent for a while, wowed, and then began to praise Zhang Yang.

"You are so thoughtful!"

"Why didn't we think of such a good way?"

"It's great, hehe..."

I can't boast, I really don't know what to say.

"You didn't come here for no reason, did you?"

Zhang Yang used an affirmative sentence in this sentence.

"What happened to that little Jack last time has some clues."

Agent Phil took a cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Sorry, I can only show you the electronic file, and you can return the phone to me after reading it."

"Of course!"

Does he look like someone who takes everything good?
Zhang Yang flipped through it roughly, and felt that the child Jack's recent experience was pitiful and hateful.

He had learned to touch things he shouldn't, and his father didn't know anything about it.

And for his son's occasional behavior of talking to himself in a trance at home, old Jack actually thought that it was because he was tortured after he sneaked into the martial arts gym and was discovered that day.

hehe!
Is it reasonable for his son to want to kill someone?
"This father and son are really social scum."

Phil has the same view on Zhang Yang's evaluation.

"Your information only has his recent experience, and there is no how Hydra found him!"

Zhang Yang looked puzzled, did he come at night just to show him this?
Agent Fil was also taken aback for a moment. He touched his pocket and took out another mobile phone with a sorry expression on his face.

"it's here."

At this moment, Zhang Yang has some doubts about his ability to sit on the position of ninth-level agent.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, people make mistakes occasionally, besides, I'm not young anymore."

Zhang Yang asked while taking another mobile phone.

"Should I give you two shots?"

It was just a joke, but Agent Phil sat down on the chair.

"Okay! Thanks! Do I need to take my shirt off?"

Did you hear that?

A crow flew over his head screaming.

Are these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents so familiar?

Could it be that their most reasonable saying is that everyone in the world is my brother, and you are welcome everywhere?
Zhang Yang took out the alcohol lamp calmly, Agent Phil couldn't sit still, he stood up slowly.

"Oh! I suddenly don't want acupuncture again."

"No! You want to!"

While speaking, he quickly shot a few golden needles, and Agent Fil couldn't move.

Zhang Yang helped him to sit down, and starting from his neck that was exposed outside the collar of his shirt, he ironed a gold needle and pricked it one by one.

Agent Fil would exclaim every time he tied it down.

Hawkeye sitting opposite silently moved his chair back.

Zhang Yang looked back at him, and Hawkeye immediately showed a warm smile.

It was all tied up by Agent Phil, so Zhang Yang had time to look at the phone.

Inside the phone is a document, the beginning of which is written in German with the words "Top Secret".

Looking further down, it is an investigation of Zhang Yang. The content of the investigation ranges from childhood to adulthood, but it is unknown about his life experience. He is an orphan who was adopted by the old master of the Zhang Family Martial Arts Academy.

As for the back of the old owner's information, except for a date of disappearance, everything is blank, and there is a line of small characters written at the bottom, and nothing can be found out.

Zhang Yang looked at the three words "Old Master", and fell into deep thought.

This missing master seemed to be the key to his coming to this world.

But if the system kills him, he can't help it.

Zhang Yang continued to put down the flip, and saw the measures they planned to take against him.

The Hydra wanted to catch him and study him, because the way he showed was so different, neither like a mutation, nor like having a supernatural power.

Zhang Yang sighed, the tree attracts the wind!

He has only been in this world for a long time, and Hydra has taken a fancy to him.

Although it is a little terrifying to be spied on secretly, does this also mean that he is actually quite powerful, and that he can be spotted by Hydra, which means that he is different?
Zhang Yang stuffed the phone back into Agent Phil's pocket.

"Don't worry, I'm safe here."

"we know."

Agent Fell glanced at the room when he said this.

"The security and anti-counterfeiting system built by Mr. Stark himself is of course good, but what we want to know more is the news about your master."

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, is this finally getting to the point?
"I heard that the old museum owner suddenly told you one day that he would go out for a while, but he hasn't come back for almost a month, so you reported the disappearance. But you can't provide any useful information."

Zhang Yang nodded.

"You and the police searched the old owner's network, but found that the old owner did not leave any news about his friends and network to you and outsiders."

Zhang Yang nodded again.

"Then you searched to no avail, and then hung up the missing information."

Zhang Yang continued to nod.

"So, besides these, can you think of anything else? Maybe with our help, you can find your master as soon as possible."

Zhang Yang shook his head.

Hawkeye asked from behind.

"You have lived with your master for so many years, and you don't know anything? You can live under the same roof for so many years."

Zhang Yang kept silent. To be honest, he didn't know all of what they said. His real memory started from the first day he came to Marvel, and everything before that was blank.

In such a situation, what can he say?
Can't say anything.

He could only keep silent with a calm face, to show a sense of mystery, to make the other party feel that this matter is the other party's private matter and should not ask more questions.

Seeing Zhang Yang like this, Agent Phil really didn't ask any more questions.

He looked around, looking like he couldn't help it.

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, what happened this time?
"what happened to you?"

Agent Fil looked to his left.

"My left hand is a little itchy."

There were so many things, Zhang Yang sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and was stunned when he saw it.

Hawkeye and Agent Fil on the opposite side were both stunned, because a large lump had swelled on Agent Fett's arm.

There seemed to be something moving inside the big bag.

"Whoa! Did you go on a jungle adventure? Looks like you got bitten."

Zhang Yang found a small knife and planned to cut the bag open first.

"and many more!"

Agent Fell gestured to his pocket with his eyes.

"I have an evidence bag in my pocket, please put the contents of this bag into it."

Really dedicated!
(End of this chapter)