Super God Marvel

A few hours later, at the Army branch base in Puebla, Mexico, a Quinjet landed smoothly, followed by a middle-aged man in a suit and a teenager in ordinary sportswear with dozens of fully armed men in uniform. Get off the plane quickly.

In the square of the branch base located on the outskirts of Puebla, several people had been waiting here. After Colson and Warner walked out one after another, a thin man with a slightly lean appearance came forward with a smile.

"Mr. Coulson"

Seeing the capable man step forward and extend his right hand, Coulson responded with a slight nod of his head, and at the same time stretched out his hand to shake his hand.

"Mr. Locke, thank you for coming to receive us." Colson glanced around and said quickly.

"It doesn't matter, this is"

"Mr. Locke"

Before the capable man Locke finished speaking, Coulson quickly interrupted him and said urgently: "We don't have time to talk anymore. The task assigned by the superiors this time is very urgent. We must act immediately, so now we can Could you please make a place for us to prepare first?"

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Locke was stunned by Coulson's words. He frowned slightly and said nothing. He immediately turned around and nodded, waving to Coulson and said, "Okay, come with me. S.H.I.E.L.D. has already I have contacted my immediate superior, and I have prepared what you need."

"Thank you"

Colson didn't say much, just nodded and thanked him, and quickly followed Locke's footsteps forward.Although Coulson got a glimpse of Locke from his fleeting expression, it was not so important for this extremely urgent mission.

When Warner and a group of special operations team members saw Coulson moving forward, they quickly followed him.

"Why is it the time for you to negotiate?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of a building in Puebla, Jazz was still wearing his iconic tuxedo and top hat, but this time he was holding a rare black umbrella in his hand.

The top of the umbrella was propped on the ground. Jazz raised his hand slightly and tapped the metal tip of the umbrella on the floor. At the same time, he looked sideways at a middle-aged man beside him and asked.

The middle-aged man was wearing an ordinary black suit. There was nothing unusual about him. However, the special pair of sunglasses in front of his eyes made it difficult to see the fluctuations in his eyes, and his expression remained calm. , even when Jazz turned his head to ask, he didn't make any move.

He seemed to have been looking down at the pedestrians in the bustling city streets below the floor-to-ceiling windows, vaguely thinking about something, but seemed to be doing nothing.

"No"

After a long time after Jazz asked the question, the man in sunglasses shook his head slightly and responded: "Their people are already here, but they are not here yet."

"Oh, that's soon."

Jazz grinned in response, and then continued: "Until now, I probably haven't figured out what your trump card was that made SHIELD surrender. Can you tell me briefly?"

"Ah"

The man in sunglasses grinned, glanced at Jazz slightly, and said, "Don't you already know this? Since you already know, why do you ask?"

"I only know one of your trump cards. As for the others," Jazz chuckled and shook his head, but did not continue.

"Don't ask too much, you'll know when the time comes."

The man in sunglasses turned around and walked out of the room without looking at Jazz again.

Jazz looked at the back of the man in sunglasses and saw him drifting away. A faint smile appeared on his lips. After a few minutes, he walked out of the room.

An hour later, at the top of a church near the tall building just now, Jazz was standing quietly holding an umbrella, looking towards the top of the tall building, with a smile on his lips, as if he was watching a scene.

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Before 10 minutes had passed, Jazz saw a familiar man in a suit slowly walk into the building with a teenager who seemed to be underage, and took the elevator all the way up.

When the man in suit and the boy arrived at the top floor of the building, the man in sunglasses who had just met Jazz not long ago was sitting calmly on the chair, seemingly waiting for his arrival.

After the three met, they were like acquaintances. After saying hello, they sat down separately.

As for what they said next, because of the distance, Jazz could only see the man in the suit and the man in sunglasses opening their mouths to respond to each other, but he could not figure out what they said specifically.

After continuing to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the building for a few more minutes, Jazz suddenly shook his head and smiled, and then was about to turn around and leave.

"Mr. Houston"

But just when he was about to turn around and leave, a slightly hoarse and magnetic female voice suddenly came from beside him.

Jazz hurriedly stopped, seemingly not feeling any surprise, and slowly turned his head to look at the source of the sound.I saw a blond girl in a black leather jacket standing on the roof of the church that was empty except for him just now. After the blond girl called Sir, stop, she slowly walked towards him with a smile.

"Miss Trillis"

Jazz smiled and glanced at the blond girl up and down, and said: "Aren't you supposed to be where you are supposed to be at this time? Why do you still have time to come and chat with me?"

“The place you should be”

The blond girl, Miss Trillis in Jazz's mouth, curled her lips, pointed at her feet, and said, "Isn't this where I should be?"

"of course not."

Jazz shook his head and responded: "Where you choose to go is your freedom, I have no control over it."

"hehe"

Cuillis chuckled twice and did not continue. Instead, she turned to look at the top floor of the building not far away. Looking at the scene where the man in sunglasses seemed to be negotiating with the man in a suit, she opened her mouth and asked: "Mr. Houston, where are you?" The scene doesn’t seem to meet your expectations, and you seem a little disappointed.”

"disappointment"

Jazz followed Cuillis' line of sight and looked over there again, shook his head and smiled: "Your affairs have nothing to do with me. You are not disappointed, so why should I be disappointed?"

"I was just watching the negotiation between your boss and them, and I couldn't believe why they were so quiet."

"Oh, really"

Cuillis laughed jokingly and responded: "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but Mr. Houston, don't you think this scene is the most ideal now?"

"Indeed"

Jazz turned his head in response, but just when he turned to look at the person next to him, the blond girl with choppy waves had disappeared, and was replaced by a girl with wheat complexion wearing a sportswear.

Jazz couldn't help but let out a sigh, then shook his head as if he was laughing, and responded to Trillis' question just now, "This is indeed the best way to deal with it in your ideal way."

Trilis smiled and didn't say more or ask any more questions.

"All right"

After Jazz took another look at her "new look", he glanced sideways at the picture shown in the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the building, and said: "It's time for me to go, but I haven't seen the other one your boss mentioned yet. Trump card.”

"Actually, you have already seen it, but you haven't realized it yet." Trilis responded.

"Really"

Jazz shook his head and smiled, without looking at her again or saying anything. He immediately turned around and jumped off the roof of the church. After landing, he jogged a few steps and disappeared into the surging crowd.