Marvel, who rescued him? !

"Taylor... wake up... home... room... safe."

Words echoed in his mind, and he seemed to be swimming in the breeze, falling into the most comfortable embrace.

The dreamy sky, the carefree life, the first ray of sunshine that shines on you.

What was I doing just now?

It doesn't matter anymore, I just want to stay here now.

"Tyler."

Coulson shook Taylor's eyes with the flashlight and nodded to Natasha behind him.

It's almost time to get started.

He took out a small lipstick-sized box from the box, unscrewed the cap, and placed it next to Taylor's nose.

A strange fragrance filled the whole room.

Taylor, who was half asleep and half awake, slowly opened his eyes.

Completely different from the previous Taylor, the current Taylor is like a marionette.

He half-opened his eyes and looked at Coulson in front of him dully.

His eyes were full of confusion.

It seemed that he had just woken up and felt unfamiliar with everything around him.

Compared with Taylor's clear eyes before, his eyelids were half closed, his face was expressionless, and his pupils were like bottomless pools of water.

Coulson glanced at Taylor and found nothing unusual. The test asked: "What's your name?"

Opening his mouth, Taylor's voice took on a unique mechanical feel, making Coulson and Natasha couldn't help but look at each other. Is this one of the side effects?

[My name is Taylor. 】

Colson sat back in his chair and asked softly:

"Tyler, do you want to tell us something?"

Taylor nodded and said slowly:

[Colson, your hairline is so high, Natasha, you look like a bad woman. 】

The corners of Colson's mouth twitched and he fell silent.

On the contrary, Natasha remained calm and the smile on her face became even stronger.

"You know my name?"

Taylor nodded.

[When you rescued me for the first time, Coulson called your name. It sounded very nice, so I remembered it. 】

"Then why did you just call me beautiful?"

[Want to leave a deeper impression on the charming Ms. Natasha. 】

Colson interrupted with a wry smile:

"Okay, stop chatting, sit down, and don't forget that we still have business."

Natasha lowered her crossed legs and leaned forward slightly. Her proud career line could be seen through her collar. She stared closely into Taylor's eyes and asked with a smile:

"What's your purpose in coming to New York?"

Taylor's eyes stayed on Natasha's face and answered without hesitation:

[Looking for an organization. 】

Taylor's eyes were calm.

Colson narrowed his eyes slightly, looking for an organization? Maybe Director Nick is right this time.

[They protect humans from harm. Their organization members are all over the world. They use their lives to prevent disasters from happening. Although the world will not remember their dedication, they are willing to sacrifice for it. 】

Natasha asked with her eyes.

Is he looking for us?

Coulson shook his head slightly.

Not sure.

But our SHIELD is such an organization.

[The same ones deleted my memory, erased my identity, and only told me that I was a survivor of a disaster. I wanted to find them and recover everything I lost. 】

Coulson:?

Can we delete other people's memories?

Natasha: Of course not, that is not a technology that can be achieved at this stage.

Coulson mused.

"So that's why you answered don't know?"

Taylor nodded.

[I only know that they are called the Foundation and their logo. 】

foundation? Speaking of foundations, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely the Life Foundation, and Taylor was indeed rescued from the Life Foundation...

However, you are kidding when you say that the Life Foundation is an organization that is willing to sacrifice itself to protect human peace.

Coulson handed Taylor a tablet and said, "Draw that logo. Do you know anything else?"

After drawing the logo on the tablet, Taylor raised his hand and covered his head, showing a painful expression.

[I also know... black... dark... dimension...]

Before he finished speaking, Taylor rolled his eyes and fainted.

Coulson quickly stepped forward to check on Taylor.

Taylor was relieved to find that his vital signs were normal.

"Is what he said true? There is another organization secretly. Like us, they silently protect mankind."

Natasha crossed her arms, shook her head and said:

"It's probably an insignificant little organization. I've never heard of their existence. If they have been protecting the world, then there will be no traces left."

Coulson frowned.

"What if the memories of everyone who knows about their existence have been deleted or changed?"

Natasha scoffed.

"That sounds even more magical."

Colson also smiled and said:

"We've been living in a very magical world, haven't we?"

"Okay, it seems that Taylor does have a small problem. Report this small problem to the director and let him make a decision."

"As for Taylor, just leave it to Gilder."

As he spoke, Coulson began to put the syringe back into the box.

Natasha stood up and walked to Taylor, patted his shoulder gently and said:

"Welcome to join us, rookie."

……

After the interrogation, Coulson and Natasha immediately reported to Nick.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, Nick was sitting in the middle of the conference room, with his back to the two of them, and the light reflected on his black bald head.

Hearing the sound of the two people coming in, he immediately asked:

"Anything gained?"

"A little……"

Coulson looked down at Nick's fur coat, forming words in his mind.

"Oh~" Nick's eyes lit up and he asked:

"what?"

"He does have a secret. His secret is that his memory and identity were deleted by an organization. He is looking for traces of that organization in New York."

"It's an organization called the Foundation. It was also established to secretly protect humans from harm. Its authenticity is questionable and this is their symbol."

Listening to Natasha's introduction, Colson, who was organizing his words, kept his mouth shut.

An organization, a hidden organization, an organization that can erase memories and eliminate other people's identities.

Does such an organization really exist?

Nick fell into thought. These words were all Taylor's words. All the information currently known came from Taylor's mouth, and it seemed that only Taylor knew the existence of this organization.

If these are all fake, then what's the point?

If this is true...

He lowered his head and stared coldly at the logo drawn by Taylor on the tablet.

It was a sight-like mark that Nick had never seen before.

"Allow him to join us. If this organization really exists, he will lead us to find it."