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morning.

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the temporary camp.Most people can't smell it, but SHIELD agents are sensitive to the smell of blood due to their special profession.

The atmosphere in the entire camp was tense, and almost everyone was grim-faced and unsmiling.

In the room where Sitwell was being held, Coulson looked a little tired.

He didn't sleep all night.

Clint was beside him, silently and methodically maintaining his recurve bow.

"Thank you for your hard work," Coulson said.

"The responsibility lies."

Clint's tone was calm, but anyone who knew him well knew that Hawkeye was not in a pretty mood.

If three colleagues who were fighting side by side suddenly kill you, no one will be in a good mood, even if these three people are dead.

One was hit in the eye by Clint's arrow and passed through the brain.

One to three.

Clint had to break the situation quickly, so he chose to attack key points to reduce the enemy's effective strength.

An arrow in the abdomen is not fatal.The fatal thing is that he was so cruel to himself that he pulled out the arrow and wanted to continue fighting.But he didn't know that there were many types of Clint's arrows, one of which was barbed.

So he pulled out the arrow and his own intestines.

Died in pain and wailing.

The last one was poisoned.He was shot in the wrist, disarmed, shot in the thigh, and incapacitated.Seeing Clint rushing towards him, he bit hard and shattered the poison sac hidden in his back molar, and the poison sealed his throat with blood.

Clint put on the bow string and entered the state of fighting at any time again, but his interest was still not high.he asked:

"Colson, are there any comrades you can trust in the bureau from now on?"

"Does the cause we fought for before still have meaning?"

"What should I do in the future?"

Colson was silent for a long time before saying:

"Something...has to be done by someone."

"Someone needs to keep doing it. This is what we will do in the future."

"It's better to dispose of the body first."

Gritting his teeth, he said bitterly: "Sign up for death in the line of duty, it will be an advantage for them."

After saying that, Coulson looked at Sitwell, who was tightly bound and had a gag in his mouth.The honest and honest agent in the past had madness in his eyes.

"I advise you to save your energy and save your struggle for the subsequent interrogation." Colson said coldly: "Without lawyers, without human rights, all physical, mental, classical, and experimental methods will be used. Until every drop of information you know is squeezed out of your body. But before that, you will not be able to survive or die."

The coldness in his eyes made even the Hydra agent who had been brainwashed into a lunatic shudder.

For a moment, fear appeared in his eyes.

This is the power of the "good old man" showing his fangs.

Jane gets up and takes a simple shower.

Didn't sleep well last night.

First, what happened last night was too magical, and the three views were in jeopardy.

The second is to worry about Sol.

I wanted to talk to my best friend, but my best friend washed herself fragrantly, put on exquisite makeup, and then took out two boxes of small umbrellas from the suitcase, extra large ones.

Jane: ..., which scientist carries a small umbrella during field research?

And want to use two boxes at once?

Daisy smiled and said "Bye, little baby" to Jane, and then went to deliver takeout to the big baby.

"Humph, you value sex over friends." Jane was angry at that time.

Then all I could think about was Sol.

Does this count as favoring sex over friends?

Jane looked in the mirror and put on a rare light makeup to cover up the slight dark circles under her eyes.She first went to the camp canteen to get two glasses of milk and two sandwiches.Thinking of Sol's appetite, he grabbed a bacon pancake and a French croissant.

When I came to Sol's room, the door was open and the quilt was neatly folded.

Jane showed her aunt's smile: "I can't tell. Sol is actually a man who knows how to fold quilts well. He is thick and thin..."

"I can't see it either."

"Ah!" Jane was startled by the sudden voice, "Dr. Eric, you scared me."

Dr. Eric, who lives next door to Saul, said: "Sorry, Saul didn't come back at all last night."

Jane: "How do you know?"

Eric: "I am old and sleep lightly... Sol is not the kind of person who is light-handed. And do you really think Sol will fold the quilt when he gets up?"

Jane blushed and immediately asked worriedly: "Where is he?"

Eric spread his hands and joked: "I don't know, but there are SHIELD agents following him from a distance, so I guess he won't be picked up by a black bear."

Of course there are no black bears nearby, but poisonous creatures such as snakes, scorpions, and spiders are everywhere. When Eric said this, Jane became even more worried.

Eric looked at Jane trotting away and chuckled: "Young people nowadays."

Thor was sitting quietly on a weathered rock outside the temporary camp, a bit like a walking zombie.

"Thor..." Seeing Sol who was extremely sad, Jane's words disappeared, "Let's have something to eat."

"Not hungry, don't want to eat."

"Eat a little bit."

Jane thrust the food into Sol's hand.

Looking at Jane with a worried look on his face, Sol couldn't bear to throw away the food in his hand, broke off a piece of bread and put it in his mouth, but it tasted like chewing gum and was stuck in his throat.

Sol choked and said:

"My father is dead and my mother hates me. There is no place for me in Asgard."

"What's the point of Mjolnir or the power of lightning?"

"I lost everything."

Jane felt distressed and hugged Sol gently.

Sol hugged Jane and cried silently.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Stark, holding a telescope: "Tsk, tsk, a friend in need is a friend indeed."

"When did you become a voyeur?" Mike said angrily, "Also, this is my room, get out!"

Stark was unmoved and asked, "When are you going to tell Thor the truth?"

Mike asked, "Did I say I was going to tell him the truth?"

Stark thought for a while and said: "It seems not. Damn, you don't want Thor to be kept in the dark all the time, it's too cruel..."

Mike said: "It's not that I don't want to say it, but it's not my place to say it. Thor and Loki have been brothers for so many years. If they confront each other face to face, do you think Thor will believe me or Loki?"

Stark thought for a moment and said, "Loki."

"So, why should I be a villain who sows discord between brothers? Besides...since Odin feels that Thor is not qualified to become the God King, why not choose Loki? Because Loki Not the eldest son? Of course not! Quite simply, Loki is even more unsuitable than Thor."

Compared with Thor's "recklessness", Loki's "yin" is even more unsuitable for becoming a god king.

The so-called king is majestic. Even if he uses tactics, he should also use yin and yang.

What's the use of a king who spends his days brooding over conspiracies?

Loki is suitable to assist Thor and help him do things in the shadows.

It's a pity that the two princes have no self-awareness and worry Odin to death.

"Don't worry, Thor is more in line with the expectations of the Asgardians than Loki. He has a large number of supporters. Someone will tell him the truth."

"And - suffering can make a person grow quickly."