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Chapter 9 Do you want to change your name?

"Da da da!"

As soon as Firefox left, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents appeared in front of Russell with hurried steps.

"Mr. Bloom! Are you okay?" Looking at Russell in the uniform, the leading agent asked with concern.

Hearing this, Russell turned around, and at the same time as he turned around, the clothes on his body fell off and turned into a bracelet, which was wrapped around his right wrist.

With an unusually high hairline and a good-natured face, Russell was stunned for a moment when he saw the agent who was looking at him with a gentle smile, and then said: "It's okay."

The leading agent smiled and said gently, "I don't know Mr. Bloom...".

"Hello, this agent." Interrupting the other party, Russell asked, "I don't know what to call you yet?".

"Phil Coulson." The smile on his face remained the same, and Coulson was not at all annoyed after being interrupted. After introducing himself gently, he asked, "I don't know just now...".

"Ah, Agent Coulson." Interrupting Coulson again, Russell asked with a faint smile, "Did the church restore order when you came out?".

I came out after you, okay?If you don't know, how can I know?
Moreover, you, the master, should know better whether the church has restored order or not!

Keeping a smile on his face, Coulson said lightly: "When we came out, your housekeeper and guards were already maintaining order."

When speaking, Coulson made a point of emphasizing the word we.

"Oh, that's it!" Russell patted the other party's shoulder and said, "Okay, I see, let's go back.".

Coulson nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Bloom, but that just now...".

"Ah, Agent Coulson, I have a personal question for you!" Interrupting Coulson again, Russell asked mysteriously, "Are you married?".

Facing Russell's successive interruptions, although Coulson was a little helpless, he still maintained a sincere smile on his face, and said with some bitterness: "Oh, you know, Mr. Bloom, our work is a bit special. , then there will be a girl who will take a fancy to me?"

"Oh, don't worry, Agent Coulson, you still have decades to live, and there will be girls who will fall in love with you."

"Hehe..." The smile on his face froze, and Coulson laughed dryly twice.

Thank you so much for your comfort!Thanks!Thanks!up!ah!
"Mr. Bloom, the assassin just now..."

"Wait!" Russell stopped walking back to the church, looked at Coulson helplessly, and said, "Do you have to ask this question?".

Russell himself was embarrassed by the gags, but the notoriously good-tempered Coulson persisted, and Russell admired him a little.

Coulson said seriously: "Yes, Mr. Bloom, this is my duty.".

"Okay, okay!" Raising his hand, Russell made a gesture of surrender and said, "I tell you, she escaped.".

"Escaped?" Coulson whispered. Although he was a little puzzled, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bloom, for your cooperation."

"You're welcome." Russell said, looking at the car coming to take him back to the church, he said, "I'll go back to the church first."

"Okay!" Coulson nodded, stepped aside, and when the car stopped, he walked up and pulled the car for Russell.

"Thank you." After thanking Coulson, Russell got into the car, and just as Coulson closed the door, Coulson's voice sounded.

"Mr. Bloom, a personal question!"

Seeing Coulson who lowered his body and approached the car window, Russell asked, "What?".

"When you chased down the assassin, what kind of armor was you wearing?"

Compared with what Russell showed, an assassin is not important at all, and the purpose of their pursuit, besides the assassin, is more to get more information about the reproductive equipment from Russell.

He glanced at Coulson with a half-smile, this is not something that needs to be kept secret, besides, he revealed the cosmetic at this time in order to let more people know about the cosmetic and prepare for the press conference later .

So, Russell said: "You can call it a reproductive outfit.".

"Growing equipment..." After muttering softly, Coulson continued to ask: "Then, it...".

"Okay, Agent Coulson, you SHIELD will know about it in the future."

After the words fell, Russell pulled up the window and said to the driver, "Go back to church."

But Coulson, who stood still and watched Russell go away, was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Our S.H.I.E.L.D.?".

"It seems that Mr. Bloom has a lot of ideas about our Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Agency. He even thought of a new name."

Holding his chin, Coulson was silent for a while, then nodded his head and said, "It really sounds better than our current name, and it's much easier to pronounce."

"Should I mention it to the director and ask him to change his name?"

Coulson pondered, and slowly left with the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

At the same time, Russell, who inadvertently called S.H.I.E.L.D. but somehow caused Coulson to report his idea of ​​changing his name, has already rushed back to the church and continued to get busy.

……

A solemn and grand funeral has come to an end, and the mourners have left one by one. The mass after the funeral and the communion gathering of family members have also ended. The tall and magnificent ancient Gothic church seemed even more lonely and empty for a while. .

Looking up at the high dome of the church, Russell walked out of the church expressionlessly with a box he had prepared in the morning, and returned to the cemetery by car.

After keeping the old butler and Caesar away from him, he came to Old Bloom's tombstone, squatted down on the ground regardless of his image, opened the box he was carrying, and took out the contents.

A bottle of red wine, and two crystal clear goblets.

After Russell and his father studied together, they always liked to have a drink together, so he came up with the idea of ​​brewing his own wine.

And this wine was brewed by Russell himself, and he planned to give it to Old Bloom as a small gift, but now there is no chance.

Pouring the dark red wine into the wine glass, Russell picked up the wine glass, took a sip between his lips, raised his eyebrows, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said: "The taste is really bad, old man, you can barely taste it Well, you can’t say it’s not good to drink.”

Smiling, Russell picked up the wine glass on the ground and sprinkled it in front of Old Bloom's tomb. After putting down the wine glass, he filled it up again, took his own wine glass, and drank in small sips.

　PS: Please... uh, what, you know!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)