Marvel's Fairy Chef

"This is a robot." After listening to the chef's introduction, Coulson felt that the latter was lying too carelessly. Just now, I grabbed the opponent's little hand. It was very soft. The most important thing is that there is temperature in the palm of the hand. To make the robot so real, it is absolutely impossible with current technology.

"You don't believe it?" The chef looked at Coulson who looked suspicious, then turned to p729 and ordered: "Come on, let Mr. Agent transform into a bastard."

As the chef finished speaking, p729 turned into that huge ball again.

"I think it's really a robot." Colson stepped forward and studied it for a long time, touching it on the left and tapping on the right. In the end, he could only say that he was too behind the times and could not keep up with the pace of scientific and technological progress. Damn it, it seems like I was drooling over such a thing just now, and I am too embarrassed to see anyone.

"Tell me what that guy Nick wants to do with me. Don't talk to me about it. It's for world peace. Nick already used this excuse last time when he asked me to stir up peanuts." The chef buttoned his ears. He didn't expect that guy who always had a coffin face. Nick actually has the habit of eating snacks. He really can’t be judged by his appearance.

"I don't know the specifics. The order I received was to take Mr. Fang to report to SHIELD headquarters immediately." Coulson is Nick's confidant, but he doesn't know anything about this matter. So the only explanation is This matter involves a level of confidentiality above level eight.

"You don't know, so I'm sorry, I refuse." The chef thought that it must not be easy for Coulson to keep a secret. We are not employees of SHIELD, so why should we obey you when you tell us? no way

"The bastard cook refused." Back at the SHIELD building, Coulson found Nick directly and informed the latter of the chef's decision.

"What's going on with the director? Don't I know even with my level?" Coulson couldn't help but be curious about the special events Nick said. Is there any special event that requires a cook to help?

"It's okay to tell you, but please remember not to spread the word." Heitantou rubbed the center of his eyebrows. It was Nick's own fault for saying this. He had nothing to do with the old guy Anthony.

Nick usually doesn't have many hobbies. Apart from occasionally going out to perform tasks, his greatest pleasure is secretly eating snacks alone. Unexpectedly, not long ago, I just bought a big bag of fried peanuts from the chef, so I planned to go home from get off work and secretly eat a few peanuts to satisfy my craving. However, I was bumped into by my old friend Anthony, who is also a snack addict. After eating a few peanuts, I completely fell in love with this thing.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is, didn’t I recently propose the formation of a supernumerary special operations team? I don’t think this old boy actually used this as a condition. If he didn’t give him enough peanuts, the latter would not sign the proposal. Damn it. Isn't this a trick to me? When he thought of going to the big cook for help, Heitan was dizzy. To be honest, he really didn't want to deal with that cook. It was too deceptive.

ex{}& "The great chef said there is no problem, but in terms of price, that bastard said he must raise %. According to what the bastard said, his cooking has improved recently and the effect is better than before." Colson was worried Looking at Nick, this stingy black African chief will not go berserk again.

"As long as you can gain weight by eating it, the price is negotiable." Nick has become accustomed to the chef's extortionate prices. If this mission hadn't been very important, Nick would have really wanted to ask the chef about your poor fish soup. If it’s worth 600 US dollars, I really think SHIELD is a cash machine.

"Then I'll arrange the manpower." Colson put away a document called Fat-Headed Snake, greeted Nick and left the office directly.

"Hydra, I really hope I'm overthinking it." After Coulson left, Nick took out a document bag marked in red from the table. It was obtained from the organization, whose slogans and totems are very similar to the terrifying organization Hydra that has disappeared for a long time since the end of World War II.

For this reason, Nick decided to send someone to break into this organization for further investigation. However, the requirements for joining this organization are very demanding. The most unacceptable thing is that this organization only recruits fat people. Nick has to suspect that the leader of this organization is Isn't he sick? Is he just a fat man?

Now another problem is before Nick. There is no fat man in the huge SHIELD. Nick can't help but regret his original order. Since Coulson came back with the agents who guarded Rogers, Nick became angry when he saw the fat man. .

You are the elites of SHIELD. We sent you to the cook's house for a few days. How fat are you all? How can you carry out the mission in the future? So the Black African Chief ignored everyone's objections and directly made a move. Order, all serving S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who have gained weight must lose weight.

Here I have to mention the terrifying deterrence of the Director of SHIELD. After the order was issued, the gym of SHIELD was almost full every day.

Since then, there has been no fat man in S.H.I.E.L.D., and the painting style of those agents has completely changed, and they all look like characters in Hong Kong comics. Until now, if you don't have six-pack abs, you will be embarrassed to say hello to your colleagues at work.

As a result, Hei Tantou is now worried because he can't find a suitable person to be an undercover agent. Well, it's all that bastard cook's fault. Thinking of this, Nick felt his head hurt. Where could he get so many peanuts?

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