The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Dad was reluctant to let go of the little girl Catherine. All the old people were like this. He was particularly fond of children, especially sensible little girls. Robin was also a little reluctant to let go. Although he complained a lot about Seb, he finally asked Seb to take care of her. Good Catherine.Mobile terminal m..

Although he didn't explain the reason, his sophisticated father could probably guess some of it, but he didn't say much. He just told Seb to protect Catherine's safety.

On the second day of hangover, they packed their things. On the early morning of the third day, Dad and Robin boarded the train back to Gotham, while Seb and Catherine were running on the interstate highway with plain scenery in early winter. During the season, it is difficult to see too many tourists on the road. There are withered yellow weeds on both sides of the road, and occasionally there are one or two farms or motels. This is a lonely trip.

But when two people, one big and one small, were driving wildly on the road, they unexpectedly felt the freedom under the world. It's like if we occasionally perform arts, we would like to take a walk and drive all the way. Driving on the road that never ends.

However, the journey will eventually end. For example, people can never live by art. Going from Star City to New York is not as far as Seber imagined. In fact, after driving for three days, they can already see the construction site built at the mouth of the Hudson River in the distance. The metropolis has a huge silhouette.

But at the same time, the two people's tolerance for this lonely journey has reached its limit.

"I have a headache! Cyber!"

Catherine, who was wearing a furry coat, pressed her head against the constantly vibrating car window, like a sickly kitten, and yelled at Seb, who also had two big eye circles, "Drive faster. Go to the city and rest quickly! I'm going to vomit!"

The unshaven Seb didn't want to say a word. On the first day, he could still enjoy the surrounding scenery with a smile. On the second day, he was a little tired of it. By the third day, he was just like Catherine. This kind of very artistic travel hates it to the extreme.

He now longs for a warm bed, and what he wants most is to have a good sleep.

"I will never drive by myself next time!"

Seb yawned and stepped on the accelerator fiercely. The SUV, which had been completely changed beyond recognition during these three days of sleepless journey, once again burst out with a violent force of propulsion, carrying two extremely tired guys, heading towards He rushed out looking at the distant metropolis.

Tiredness is natural... They completed the journey that normally takes 3 days in 7 days. At first, Catherine urged them to move forward, but later it turned into gritting one's teeth and moving forward because the long-term pain was worse than the short-term pain. In short, a beautiful trip requires a Peace of mind, it's a pity that both of them don't have it.

When traveling is just for the sake of time, there is no fun at all, but fortunately, the torture is finally over.

At the beginning of the moonlight, in a reasonably good-looking hotel in Brooklyn, Seber carried Catherine, who was already asleep, into the lobby and opened a large room. Unknown to the tired Seber, five minutes later, His and Catherine's registration information appeared on a computer in an office on the 5th floor of the Delta Wing Building.

Agent Mei, who looked a little pale, looked at the information and data on the screen in front of her. After confirming Seber's identity, she picked up the special mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Mei, haven't you rested yet?"

Agent Coulson's gentle voice came from the mobile phone. At this time, he was still in Canada and continued to perform the supervision duties of "Weapon X". The cooperation with General Stryker was very bad...very bad, Cole Sen felt like he was in that base, like a prisoner in enemy hands.

If it weren't for SHIELD's protection, I'm afraid the headstrong General Stryker wouldn't mind having one more "experiment".

But this kind of worry about self should not be allowed to let Mei know. After leaving Gotham, Mei accepted a special task. The task was completed, but Mei suffered a huge blow and even retreated to the second line and became an office worker. Erson knew very well that his companion was currently in a very bad state, so he deliberately kept his tone very relaxed.

"Colson, the young man you are paying attention to came to New York, and he brought a... little girl with him."

Mei rubbed her forehead. When she saw Catherine lying asleep behind Seb, the pain and the memories of being rejected by her were evoked in her head. Her eyes even evaded, and she didn't even look at her. Dare to watch the surveillance video with the screen enlarged.

"Seb Hawk?"

There was a hint of surprise in Coulson's tone. He pondered for a moment, "The matter in Gotham is over. He and Batman teamed up to repel the attack of the Shadow Warriors Alliance. If I guessed correctly, he should have come out to relax. Right? Or does he have a specific goal this time? "

Mei's fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times, and she coughed lightly.

"When he checked into the hotel, he specifically asked the front desk about Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters. It seems that he is not just here for a trip this time. Does he need to be monitored? Colson."

The eighth-level agent was silent for more than ten seconds, probably thinking. Finally, his voice sounded again,

"The Brotherhood of Mutants has been unusually active recently. Seb may not know what kind of trouble his bloodline will cause him. Well, May, you will monitor him. If the Brotherhood of Mutants comes forward to contact him, , you show up to warn him, if he is just communicating with Professor Charles, you don’t have to stop him.”

"I?"

Mei's fingers on the table tightened at this moment. She gritted her teeth, and there was a trace of struggle on her face. As a former seventh-level agent, she actually showed a rare flinch. "Colson, can you send someone else?" , I...I have transferred to work."

"Oh... Mei."

There was a hint of frustration in Colson's voice. He took a few deep breaths.

"Seb is a dangerous man. He single-handedly killed Lars Al Ghul, and he was very ruthless. Once he sensed a threat, he would have no scruples. I don't believe he came to New York without any weapons for self-defense. , Level 6 agents will never be able to deal with him, but Level 8 agents have their own tasks, and that guy’s character also determines that he will not trust a stranger. The most important thing is that you and he have the same skin color, and you have had it before. Through contact, it is easy to gain trust. Listen to me, you are the most suitable..."

Coulson still had something to say. Mei's inner demons mainly came from the little girl she killed. Even though everyone thought she did the right thing, she couldn't get past her own level. If it were anyone else, it would be okay to transfer to another job, but Agent Mei was different.

She was an ace agent who was picked and trained by the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., legendary agent Carter Page. She became a level 24 agent at the age of 6 and a level 28 agent at the age of 7. She can be called a rising star in S.H.I.E.L.D. , if he was transferred to the job like this, not only him, but also Director Nick Fury would feel it was a pity.

So this time Coulson asked May to monitor Seb and Catherine. The purpose was to help May overcome her inner demons. This kind of psychological problem cannot be avoided. Once a habitual fearful mentality is formed, it will become quite troublesome. Coulson didn't want his excellent colleague to be wasted like this.

"..."

May didn't speak, but her silence actually represented an answer. Coulson simply added another one,

"Then let's do this. You are only responsible for monitoring. Agent Barton recently participated in a special experiment in the Delta Wing Building. If there is a battle, you can call him at any time and I will say hello to him. Unfortunately, Agent Barbara is out on a mission. , otherwise she can perfectly accompany you there."

"Alright! Coulson!"

Mei screamed and interrupted Coulson's persuasion. She closed her eyes and could become a level 7 agent. How could a person who was said to be treated differently by an agent not know Coulson's thoughts? She leaned back on the chair, her eyes unfocused. Looking at the dark top floor of the office, she reached out from the table and took out a box of women's cigarettes. She finally took a deep breath amid the smoke.

"I will go! But I don't plan to hide myself anymore, Coulson. Let's go there as an ordinary friend. With Seb Hawk's character, he won't hate this kind of aboveboard contact, especially between us. Where goodwill has been expressed previously.”

"Okay, this can also warn those who are observing them secretly. Treat this as a journey, Mei. I hope that the next time I perform a mission, it will be you standing next to me. Good night, my friend."

"Goodnight...Colson."

Mei hung up the phone and stayed in the empty office. She held the lit cigarette in her hand. Her originally cold eyes now exuded a look of melancholy and silence. She leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes slightly, as if she was resting, thinking, or trying to persuade herself.

Ten minutes later, she reached out and opened the cabinet where she did her work. Under the cabinet, there were two well-maintained special pistols. She picked up one, and her hands flew like afterimages, disassembling the firearms. More than 30 parts were turned into it. She moved her fingers and showed a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Agent May, let's go!"

It was also dark night, and Gotham was not so peaceful anymore.

"boom"

The door of the morgue was violently kicked open, and five tall figures strode into a place that no normal person would be willing to enter. The figure in the lead was as tall as a mountain. He stretched out his left hand. , with a slight wave, the four soldiers behind them, armed with guns and black masks, began to quickly search for the corpses that were placed in the morgue.

They seem to be looking for a specific target.

"click"

While others were busy, the tall figure just stood there. He moved his hands and his knuckles made a clicking sound. When his fists with black combat gloves were closed, they looked like war hammers.

His breathing was heavy, like a trapped animal, which was indeed the case. The leader wore a black respirator connected by special tubes on his face, which spread downwards to his body. He seemed to have to use this instrument. He had to take a breath, but this instrument did not make him weak. On the contrary, every heavy breath he took was like a release of his own power.

Just standing there looks like a wild beast!It's hard to believe that there are such strong people in this world.

The big bald head was covered by a black belt that fixed the respirator. His eyes were extremely cold. Whether he was looking at the corpses or his team members and soldiers, his expression did not change at all.

If Seb were here, he would definitely be familiar with this look, because he once had such a look.

"Leader Bain! Found it!"

The voice of the team members made him turn around suddenly and strode towards the depths of the morgue. There, a black body bag was carefully placed on the metal shelf next to it by four team members. Bain opened the bag with his own hands. Hidden behind the zipper of the body bag was a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair, but at this time she had her eyes closed and her face was pale, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Thalia..."

When Bain looked at the woman, he was like a beast, his eyes were unexpectedly gentle. His fingers gently brushed over the cold, scarred face, and finally stopped on the woman's forehead. Scars everywhere.

"I'm late...I'm sorry."

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