A Marvel Lich King

There is a strong man in the antique shop, but Roald's daily life has not changed much.

I made cards until midnight last night, and when I woke up it was already the sun.

The sound of car horns was heard outside the window.

Roald was almost pulled out of the sealed bed by Erica. One mirror helped him prepare utensils for brushing his teeth and washing his face, while the other went downstairs to prepare breakfast.

The Lich King's life is quiet, corrupt and harmonious.

The [Diluted Undead Corrosion] for Norman Osborn has been prepared, and Roald is planning to send it to him today, while taking Grommash to appreciate the scenery of Manhattan.

Of course, this also has a purpose.

But he didn't want to say the purpose.

The Lich King's homely nature has been fully demonstrated by him these days. In order to make cards, he didn't step out of the shop for a week.

This made the surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. agents under surveillance almost rush to paste.

At about eleven o'clock, Roald had lunch and then took Grommash out of the antique store.

And in the surrounding neighborhoods, behind the curtains of many rooms.

Because of Roald's appearance, these rooms quickly became busy.

Some people were checking ammunition and equipment, some were adjusting observation scopes, and some were desperately making phone calls.

Digenas is the busiest one.

He hurriedly found a seat in the corner behind the curtain, staring at Roald at the door of the antique store in the distance through the observation glass. He saw the tall and ferocious Grommash, and then bit the penholder and looked at the person beside him. The flashing red light on the bioenergetic response detector is sketched.

"A new character has appeared next to the target. The danger level is high. Support is coming quickly!"

After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"This is not a drill!"

The other party didn't go out for a week, and the surrounding blocks were monitored from all directions, and many hole detectors were buried underground. Without everyone knowing, there was a vicious-looking guy behind the other party. There is definitely a big problem.

Soon, various signals came from various rooms.

Grommash's appearance caused an uproar.

S.H.I.E.L.D. continued to monitor Roald for a long time.

The agents were busy and used a lot of various observation methods. Some of them even couldn't sleep at night. This was all because going up to the peak increased the danger of the opponent.

I heard that the other party dared to blackmail even SHIELD, and had a very bad reputation. Judging by his appearance, he was not a good person. Now that Grommash appeared, most agents confirmed this, because he simply stood there, You can feel the violent momentum on his body from a long distance, which makes people want to beat the young man next to him. He himself is more like a ammunition barrel that can explode at any time!

In response to Roald's observation, the agents had been conducting this for a long time. It was not that they had not thought about intruding and installing cameras. However, this behavior was immediately stopped by the superiors. They once again realized the danger of the target.

SHIELD's understanding of Roald's strength and intelligence were all based on Coulson's dictation and conjecture, and they had been looking for an opportunity to observe him again.

However.The target remains at home, leaving many agents at a loss as to what to do.

As time went by, some people gradually became uneasy, feeling like they were wasting their time here, and began to wonder if they had offended their superiors and were left sitting idle at the water cooler, or was SHIELD using this method to force themselves to retire?

I worked so hard to join SHIELD to realize my self-worth in a hail of bullets, and I was prepared to fight against evil forces for the rest of my life. Now so many people just want to observe a small antique shop?

What should I do if I just get fired and lose the insurance I paid for?

What to do with the money for milk powder?

I'm still single!

Many people can't figure it out.

But these days, no one has found even a single bit of evidence that the other party is causing trouble!

But now, the guy who had been hiding for a long time finally stepped out of his prison, which made many agents feel as friendly as seeing the newborn sun.

On the other side, Coulson, who received the report from Digennus, got dressed as quickly as possible, went out, started the car, and rushed to Roald's neighborhood.

"Digan, please keep everyone quiet and don't be impulsive. All actions must wait until I come." Coulson said through the communicator. He was now very anxious, fearing that his informants and agents would do something wrong. A sensible thing to do, otherwise SHIELD will have to pay another compensation.

His bonus has been withheld by Fury until five years later.

So he took out his mobile phone, called several other special agent teams responsible for monitoring Roald, hung an alarm on the roof of the car, and drove away.

"I am level seven agent Phil Coulson." As soon as the call was connected, Coulson said impatiently: "Each team should not act rashly. Just observe remotely. The other party has remote countermeasures."

"Never act without authorization! Never act without authorization! Never act without authorization!"

After saying important things three times and confirming that his observation team did not act without authorization, he felt much calmer and breathed a sigh of relief.

"All units maintain communication at all times and report the direction of the target to me in real time at any time." Colson issued an order again.

"Yes, team leader, I promise to complete the task."

Hearing the seriousness of the incident from Coulson's tone, the agents responded one after another.

Turning on the navigation, Colson didn't care about fuel reimbursement or anything like that and just stepped on the accelerator and rushed out, constantly changing directions, preparing for a "chance encounter" with Roald on the road.

Coulson's heavy tone made all the agents in the channel gulp down their saliva. No wonder as long as they went up to the peak to observe remotely, looking at the team leader's nervous look, his hairline had definitely moved up, and the target was definitely at a dangerous level. Very high level terrorist.

Such people have gone beyond the scope of their ordinary people's tasks, so they made up their minds to follow Roald and Grommash from a distance to observe secretly, and constantly reported Roald's direction to Coulson in real time.

"Can I chop them?"

Grommash tilted his head. The large string of tails following him in the distance made him very impatient. He raised his battle ax wrapped in cloth and asked Roald to start a fight.

"Hold on, life here is not only about fighting and killing, but also about favors. If you want to fight, you must first cause an incident to make the other party owe you a favor, otherwise it will be difficult to make money."

Roald faced the honest man Grommash's inquiry and taught him the porcelain-touching skills of the Scourge.

Grommash nodded. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand...

Three ten minutes later, Colson, who kept changing directions through his men, kicked open the car door out of breath, walked not far behind Roald, took a deep breath, exhaled it, and left with a standard smile on his face. passed.

"Hey, Mr. Roald, today is a really good day."

"Oh, Mr. Agent, I'm glad to see you today too."

With a smile on his face, Colson took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat and even out his breath.

"I have to say, you always surprise me, Mr. Roald." Walking behind Roald, Coulson couldn't help but look at Grommash, "Who is this? Oh no, Should I ask you what you are doing here?”

Roald pointed to the signal light, "Wait for the green light, and then destroy the world."

"What does destroying the world have to do with the green light?"

"Because the light needs to be green to cross the road."