The Light of Beauty

A layer of water mist adhered to the mirror of the bathroom, reflecting a hazy figure.

The rustling water is intertwined with the gentle music.

A drop of water was thrown from the hair and landed on the mirror, and quickly slid down, briefly splitting a narrow but clear field of vision.

Back view, tall, with medium-length hair close to the top of the head, wheat-colored skin, eye-catching back muscles, and the lines are slightly gathered around the waist.

Turning around, the foam couldn't hide the outline of the chest and abdomen, the arms were thicker than ordinary people, the neck was slender, and the Adam's apple was protruding...

It was too late to see more details, and the mirror was completely shrouded in fog again.

A few minutes later, the phone on the sofa in the living room rang.

Soon, the bathroom door opened, and he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair.

Seeing the name on the screen, a pair of sword eyebrows were raised.

connected.

"Lian, are you awake? Don't tell me you're going to be late today. The chief will kill me if he finds out!"

He stroked his wet hair, "I just got out of the shower."

"Huh! That's good. The director just said that there is a meeting, and you only have 15 minutes! Hurry up!"

"Ah."

Throwing down the phone, he turned and walked into the bedroom.

Three minutes later, a figure in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of a full-length mirror in the corner of the living room.

He has a strong body and a tall and straight posture.

The edges and corners of the face are clear, the facial features are correct, tall and straight, and the lips are lightly pursed.

However, in the slightly deep eye sockets, a pair of pupils glowed with a slightly abrupt pale gold, and the eyes were clear and bright, giving him a sense of sharpness out of thin air.

Ryan Lee, Chinese descent.My grandparents immigrated here and my mother is a local.His parents passed away unfortunately in his early years, and the assets left behind were squandered by him who was young and inexperienced.

Blow dry hair and brush back.

Put on a pair of brown colored contact lenses to cover up the sharpness in the eyes.

With both hands expertly tied a black tie, he took a step back and looked at himself in the mirror again.

He shook his head slightly, smiled casually, and blurted out Chinese.

"Like an insurance guy."

Turn around, grab your phone and keys, and go out.

This is a two-story single-family building, the garage door is raised, and the elderly Chevrolet sedan slowly drives out.

After 10 minutes, I arrived at the office building two streets away.

It's not a building, let alone a base, it's just an old building squeezed in the middle by a supermarket and a movie theater.

The mottled walls and ubiquitous gray and black stains silently tell the history from the last century, and only the remaining British-style carvings add a bit of charm to it.

Pushing open the creaking glass door, the hall is still clean and tidy, living up to the bureau's annual cleaning fee of more than [-] knives.

The air-conditioning in the empty hall is fully turned on, and the front desk is not guarded.

He was used to the scene and enjoyed it.

But thinking of the phone call just now, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

If the memory he received from this body was correct, then the last time the Bureau held a meeting in the morning was a year ago.

That time, it was because a certain piece of garbage was kidnapped and disappeared. After searching to no avail, the headquarters was going to call in people to airdrop to Afghanistan to conduct a carpet search. At that time, many people avoided this seemingly perfect task, but it was full of pitfalls. It was too late, after repeated pushes and pushes, it was reduced to the point of asking this remote small bureau to fill the quota.

Fortunately, the manpower here has not been fully recruited, and people have emerged on the other side.

Perhaps it was because it took several days to discuss even one person, this small branch was increasingly ignored by the headquarters. Except for the annual routine fund allocation, other times it was simply unreasonable.

Of course, this is a good thing in the eyes of all members and even the director.

No one would not get together every day to drink, sing, watch football games, party and barbecue to brag, and by the way, receive wages on time every month without interruption.

Forget about elevators in this kind of old building, he walked to the top floor.

Just after turning the corner, a fat figure suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, as if afraid that he would run away.

"My God, you're finally here! Did you leave by looking at your watch? There's only half a minute left!"

He dragged Ryan all the way to the conference room, and the fat on his body was also swaying with brisk steps.

In Ryan's memory, this is his good friend from childhood to adulthood, named John Hawke.Although he was obese, he never smelled bad, and John was generally a good guy, so Ryan was more than happy to inherit the friendship.

Pushing open the back door of the conference room, a strong smell of smoke came in. The colleagues who were already seated were talking enthusiastically and laughing wantonly. Their familiarity with each other prevented them from turning around to greet Ryan, nodding their heads and raising their eyebrows once. Even a look is enough.

These colleagues are not young, mostly middle-aged.Lane and John are the youngest members of the bureau.

After sitting down, the sound of ding dong spread.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The front door opened, and a middle-aged white man who was also wearing a suit but looked very expensive walked slowly. He was holding a brown paper bag tightly in his hand, and his knuckles were slightly white.

The top of the head is bright, surrounded by weeds, the face is serious, and the belly is protruding and round.

Seeing his appearance, the crowd who were still laughing and laughing suddenly fell silent.

Like Ryan, they finally had some bad guesses at this time.

Could it be that there is a shortage of people on the top to do those tasks that are exhausting and don't have much credit and revenge?

Or, they finally remembered that there is such a branch, so they want to cut our funding?

No matter which one it is, it seems difficult to accept it!

Everyone pondered in their hearts, and their expressions gradually became serious.

The director of the Mediterranean Bureau stood behind the podium, but still didn't say a word, just bowed his head silently and untied the paper bag in his hand.He quietly took out the documents one by one, and the sound of the paper became the only sound in the conference room.

Ryan also gradually frowned, and he felt that things seemed to be more serious than he had imagined before.

In addition to the dignified look in the director's eyes, there is also some evasion. It's not because he doesn't want to look at everyone, but because he is afraid or embarrassed to have eye contact with everyone.

Beside Ryan, John was gasping for breath even when he was sitting, his head like a big pumpkin resting on a larger body, and a pair of smaller eyes under the red hair dart around.

He looked around, touched Ryan with his elbow, and was about to speak, but Ryan stopped him with his eyes.

Ryan patted his broad and soft back, and whispered: "Don't worry, just wait."

a long time.

"Ahem! Today is Monday, good morning everyone! No, put your hands down first, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense to you today. You should know that two days ago, that is, on the weekend, I left us This sweet little town. If you know where I've been, you'll understand why it's been a year since I've had a meeting in the morning again."

No one took the initiative to ask, everyone was waiting.

The director didn't talk too much, and said bluntly, "I went to New York, to the headquarters."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the room.

The director had expected this situation a long time ago, so he immediately stretched out his hands and pressed down and yelled to stop.

After a while, after calming down again, he said again: "I know everyone has speculations in their hearts, but what I want to say is... just last week, the headquarters has made a decision."

He paused slightly, took a deep breath, and forced himself to look at everyone.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, raised the document in his hand and shook it, then lowered his head in pain, with a heavy tone.

"Headquarters documents, before the end of the month, we, the American Division of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New Friendship Town Branch in Fortress Alamo, Texas... will be abolished as a whole!"