The Light of Beauty

"Although this car is very luxurious, its fuel consumption is too annoying. Why didn't the designer make the fuel tank bigger." Sharon complained while driving.

A bullet-proof car is heavier and requires an engine with a higher horsepower output in order to ensure speed, which also means that it consumes more fuel than a normal vehicle.

Ryan was sitting in the co-pilot, with his right hand resting on the car window, holding a cigarette with his fingertips: "Do you feel anxious when you see that your phone's battery is low?"

Sharon was surprised: "Yeah, how do you know?"

"This car can run more than 500 kilometers on a full tank of fuel. Compared with fuel consumption, the volume of the fuel tank must have changed. But I guess you have always paid attention to fuel consumption, and because you just refueled, so you would feel anxious."

Ryan was talking, and Sharon couldn't help but look at the fuel consumption again.

"Well, you are right. You are very insightful, and you deserve to be the one who can get an A+ score in battlefield analysis."

Ryan smiled: "What about your score?"

Sharon tightly held the steering wheel with both hands, and read out a series of letters: "C, C, C+, B-, B, A."

Ryan was startled.

Sharon explained: "I took the test four times to pass and five times to get a B grade."

"But you got an A in the end." Ryan was silent for a while, and asked softly, "Is it that difficult in the early stage?"

"It's not difficult. I can always pass it during practice, but I get so nervous during the assessment that I overlook some inconspicuous but very critical information."

"This is normal. Maybe you were nervous during the assessment, but not during the actual combat. Psychological factors are always difficult to guess without going through the facts. Then how did you overcome it?"

"Mission, I secretly participated in a field mission. As you said, I was not nervous at all during the actual combat, and then I got an A when I came back for the assessment."

Ryan laughed: "You are brave."

"Coulson's evaluation is reckless and impulsive. Then they don't allow me to become a field agent." Sharon said angrily, and then laughed: "But it doesn't matter, now I am a member of the secret service team gone."

Ryan muttered: "Reckless, impulsive..."

Sharron turned her head immediately: "Captain, I just really have no choice. If I don't overcome this problem, then I don't know how long it will take me to pass the test. Believe me, I'm actually a very disciplined person."

"Okay, I'll remember."

During the chat, the two arrived in the small town, and the vehicle was driving on the street at a low speed, but no clues were found.

Ryan accompanied him around for a while, and before arriving at the hospital, he said: "Stop the car, you go to the police station to find surveillance, I'll go down and ask someone."

Sharon pulls over.

"Captain, I will contact you immediately if I have any clues."

Ryan: "Okay."

Sharon then said: "Captain, although the astrophysicists should not have any problems, we can still use weapons at any time when necessary. Although we are following the investigation director now, don't forget that we are always a secret service team."

Ryan turned his head and smiled.

Ryan walked into several supermarkets first, and after inquiring to no avail, he went straight to the nearest hospital.

Seeing him getting closer, the pretty petite nurse at the front desk brightened her eyes and asked, "Hi sir, do you need help?"

Ryan took off his sunglasses, took out his mobile phone, and displayed several portrait photos sent by Barton: "Hello, have you seen these three people?"

When the nurse saw it, she nodded immediately, then opened the booklet and searched for it for a while.

"Yesterday morning, they sent a comatose man over. Then the man woke up and caused some trouble. Now he is restrained." After that, the nurse looked up and asked, "Do you know him? He's fine. Illness, but mental state seems to be unstable, and from his words, he seems to be..."

The nurse pointed to her head again.

Ryan immediately understood the situation and nodded directly: "I know him, can you take me there? I will pay his medical expenses and compensate the hospital for all losses."

Hearing the last sentence, the nurse immediately laughed: "Okay, I'll take you right away!"

The two soon arrived at the ward.

At the door, the nurse stopped in her tracks: "The patient was very emotional before, so we injected him with a sedative, and now he is probably about to wake up. Don't get too close later, and see if he is the one you are looking for. people."

Ryan nodded, but looked at the door, "He seems to have woken up..."

Bang!

Before the words were finished, the door was suddenly knocked open.

Ryan suddenly reached out and grabbed the nurse's wrist and pulled it hard, and the other party staggered and fell into his arms.

"Ah! What are you doing?" The nurse screamed, but the strange thing was that she didn't push Ryan away immediately, but took advantage of the opportunity and gently hugged Ryan's waist.

Ryan didn't pay attention to her movements, he just looked at the anxious man in hospital clothes who suddenly appeared behind the door.

Looking at each other, Sol was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the nurse lying in Ryan's arms blushing but still rubbing against his chest.

"Sorry to bother you." He nodded and was about to leave.

Ryan pushed the nurse away and said, "Sir?"

Saul turned back: "Are you calling me?"

"Yes."

"We know each other?"

Ryan took out his ID: "I'm the police, and there is something that requires your cooperation in the investigation."

As we all know, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents can be CIA agents, local policemen, reporters, or other messy identities at the same time, and these identities are still available for inquiry.

Sol frowned, but he quickly shook his head: "No, I have very important things to do." Then, he turned his head away again.

Ryan quickly ran after him and pressed his shoulder.

"We won't endanger your safety, and we can even provide you with some help."

Sol stopped, turned his head to look at Ryan's hand on his shoulder, and his face sank: "Let me go, Earthlings."

"Earthlings? What do you mean?"

"You guys sneaked up on me yesterday, although I'm very weak now, but..."

Before the words fell, Sol suddenly stepped aside, then grabbed Ryan's wrist suddenly, and twisted it forcefully.

Although Thor lost his divine power at this moment, and even the physical fitness of the Asgardians was also cut off, Ryan still clearly felt the huge power, at least it was at the top level among ordinary humans on earth.

Ryan flipped his wrist, but his body didn't move with the stressed wrist. Instead, he raised his other hand and inserted the palm straight into Saul's rib.

Thor felt pain instantly, and he loosened his grip involuntarily.

Ryan took the opportunity to let go, then grabbed Saul's arms with lightning speed, and twisted quickly before he could react.

Hearing only two clicks, the hunk immediately uttered a heartbreaking cry.

"Ah!!!" At this moment, the nurse who had been stunned behind finally screamed.

Ryan looked at Sol: "Your voice sounds harsher than hers."

Saul immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Ryan turned back: "Miss Nurse, can you be quiet?"

The nurse hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands, and at the same time squatted down and buried her head very consciously.

At this time, Sol roared: "People on Earth, do you know who you are attacking?"

Ryan sighed, and said earnestly: "Whether you are an Earthling or an alien, believe me, this is for your own good."

Sol looked at his sagging arms, as if asking: Would you like to see what you're talking about?

Ryan didn't say anything, and turned his hand and drew his pistol to aim at the wall beside Saul.

boom! boom! boom!

Three shots in a row.

Three bullet craters were immediately left on the wall, and the splashed debris hit Sol's cheek, making him feel pain that couldn't be more specific.

It was faint, but it really hurt.

Thinking of everything that happened in the past night, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot.

Ryan could see the change in his expression clearly, but now was not the time to comfort people.He handed the pistol to Saul and gave him a questioning look.

Thor held his breath and nodded subtly.