The Godfather of American Comics

Under Nick Fury's cold gaze, Coulson still didn't have the courage to leave.

He sat in front of Nick Fury's desk, listening to the new tasks assigned to him by Nick Fury. His originally kind face looked as ugly as if he had eaten bitter melon.

After Nick Fury finished talking about the mission, he looked at Coulson's expression and narrowed his eyes: "What? You don't want to go?"

As long as Colson dares to say yes, he will throw Colson to the Antarctic and let him keep company with penguins.

Colson was keenly aware of the danger and said hurriedly: "No, I'm happy to."

Nick Fury nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly saw Coulson suddenly turn his face away, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You don't seem to want to look at me?"

"no no!"

Coulson hurriedly shook his head, and under Nick Fury's gaze, he said seriously: "The director is like a black sun that I dare not look directly at."

He was really afraid that he couldn't help it and slapped the dark and shining forehead.

He was originally here to report on the completion of the mission and take a couple of days off to relax, but he was caught in the act again.

Nick Fury frowned: "I suspect you are mocking me."

"You doubt me?"

Colson's heart skipped a beat, but he stood up with a look of shock on his face.

"You actually doubt your position as a younger brother in my heart!"

He walked out of the office angrily.

And when Colson left, the two of them showed a smile that was worthy of their loss almost at the same time.

……

"Congratulations Mr. Hunter, this is your home from today on. I wish you a happy life."

"Thank you."

Weller smiled slightly, looked at the real estate agent going away, then turned and walked into his new home.

His new home is a single-family two-story building, across a street from Hell's Kitchen, but the security is much better than Hell's Kitchen.

Because of his special request, after spending some extra money, the real estate agent had already bought furniture for him, and he could move in with little Hope.

"The money is gone again, we can start taking action today."

In the past two days, he didn't go out at night to make extra money because of the house.

However, he heard some news about him.

The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen have gone crazy because they are wanted by the Russian mafia.

For the sake of the wealth and resources of the Russian Mafia, anyone suspected of being a ghost will be attacked by unknown people, so the scene becomes more and more chaotic, and some small gangs even take the opportunity to start attacking rival gangs.

However, as far as Weller learned, the top gangsters in Hell's Kitchen were silent.

"There are still smart people."

Weller smiled lightly, already guessing the Russian mafia's plan.

It's nothing more than trying to kill people with a borrowed knife, preserving one's own strength, or even hoping to make a profit.

However, Weiler now has the tools and tools to solve these troubles in one fell swoop.

“Suddenly I feel that the system is quite powerful.”

"No, how could I have such terrible thoughts."

Weller shuddered, and after hearing the sound of papa, papa coming from the room, he smiled and opened the door.

"ah!"

Little Hope, who was lying on the ground, was startled and took two steps backward.

"Hahaha!"

Weller looked at the little guy's funny look and couldn't help laughing.

Little Hope looked at Weller and blinked, then giggled like Weller, showing his four front teeth.

"My little mouse!"

Weller picked up little Hope and pinched little Hope's face.

Little Hope's abnormal physical growth rate did not delay her mental development. She was even smarter than other babies and learned things faster.

Who could have imagined that little Hope is now less than three months old.

But it also made Weller increasingly worried.

"Dad, Dad!"

Weller looked at little Hope in surprise, looking at the little guy's innocent smile, and said slowly: "Don't worry, no matter what method I use, I will make you return to normal."

"Pfft, puff!"

The saliva exploded, and Little Hope responded.

"Bad stuff!"

Weller said with a dark face, hugged the little guy and walked out.

He had to buy some daily necessities for the two of them.

……

Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

A man with perfect body proportions, handsome features but an indifferent expression, carrying a large bag of daily necessities in his left hand and pushing a stroller in his right hand, attracted a lot of attention while strolling on the street.

"Yeah, yeah, daddy!"

Hearing Little Hope's cry, Weller stopped. Under the surprised eyes of the people around him, he calmly took out the thermos cup, poured the milk he had soaked before going out into the bottle, and gently put it into Little Hope. in hands.

Suddenly, there was a sound of air-conditioning being sucked in.

Good guy, this behavior is completely inconsistent with the cold expression.

Weller calmly pushed Little Hope into the burger restaurant in front.

It is said that the burgers here are delicious and rank highly on Food Network.

We happened to be passing by and decided to have a taste.

After finding a seat by the window and cooking, Weller ordered a set meal and settled his lunch while rocking the stroller.

The burger tastes pretty good, but no matter how delicious it is, it's just a burger, and Weller's assessment is that it's not as good as a bowl of braised beef rice.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Weller suddenly noticed that the customers in the burger restaurant were holding bills and leaving with smiles on their faces.

Just when he was wondering, a strong man wearing sunglasses walked up to him and knocked on the table lightly.

"Be quiet."

Weller frowned and pointed to the stroller beside him.

Seeing little Hope sleeping soundly in the stroller, the man was startled. He took out a few bills and put them on the table. He lowered his voice and said, "If you leave here, the money will be yours."

Weller raised an eyebrow.

Is this a reserved venue?

but……

Weller shook his head and pointed to his lunch.

This little money is not enough for him to draw a prize once, and little Hope has just fallen asleep and can easily wake up if he moves.

But why does this man look familiar?

Weiler's eyes flashed with thought.

Happy was startled for a moment, then took out a few more and placed them on the table.

Weller looked up at Happy and said, "The child just fell asleep."

Hearing this, Happy's eyes showed anger.

He hated people who were greedy and used children as an excuse. But remembering the face of his boss who insisted on eating burgers here, he took a deep breath and doubled the amount.

Two thousand per seat, no matter what...

But Weller frowned, picked up the money and stuffed it into Happy's pocket, and whispered: "I'll leave in a moment."

Happy was stunned for a moment, and seeing that Weller was indeed not doing it for money, he said helplessly: "Sir, please help me. My boss wants a quiet environment."

He didn't want to see his boss come in and rush up to take a photo with a gossipy face.

His boss will definitely deduct his salary!

"Sorry, my daughter is more important to me than your boss."

Weller smiled and his attitude was polite, but Happy felt helpless.

At this moment, a figure opened the door and walked in.

"Happy, why are you so slow?"