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Hearing the other party call out his real name, Luke Cage's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He knew that he was still exposed

The young man in front of him is not like the Italian Mafia of "Big Lito". Their territory and main areas of activity are mainly concentrated in local cities.

He is an agent.

An agent who can fly all over the world and do whatever it takes to investigate the case.

This also means that he and the organization behind him know his identity and the past that he tried so hard to hide.

In this way, even if he boarded the ship leaving Los Angeles, he would not be able to escape from this man who already knew his identity and existence.

Thinking of this, Luke Cage's expression slowly became serious.

He stared at Leon closely and asked, "Now that you know my identity, what are you going to do?"

With this question, he secretly tensed up the muscles in his body to prepare for the upcoming battle.

However, Leon's answer was beyond his expectation.

"I just want to talk to you."

"What are you talking about? I don't know you at all. I don't even know if the Land Strategy Bureau organization you are talking about is a real department."

Luke Cage's tone contained a hint of dissatisfaction.

Sometimes, it feels very bad to feel that the other person knows everything about you, but you know nothing about the other person.

After hearing Luke Cage's words, Leon, who was leaning on the bench, shifted his gaze forward from the sparkling Los Angeles River to Luke Cage's face, and said, "Yes, trust is mutual."

As he spoke, Leon took out his SHIELD agent ID from the inner layer of his windbreaker and handed it to Luke Cage, "This is my proof of identity."

Luke Cage took it and took a look. In addition to the unusually eye-catching eagle on the black ID, there was also Leon's ID photo, name, number and other information.

"Let's formally meet him again." Leon extended his right hand to him and said with a smile: "Leon Coulson, an agent from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

Looking at Leon's hand and the warm smile on his face, Luke Cage hesitated for a moment, then reached out to hold the other person's hand and introduced himself: "Carl Lucas."

Through this handshake, the two people shortened the distance between each other a little while exchanging names.

Feeling the other person's tense body, Leon relaxed slightly and thought to himself: This is a good sign.

The two sat on a bench and talked while feeling the breeze blowing from the Los Angeles River.

"Carl, can I call you Carl?"

Luke Cage just glanced at Leon and responded silently.

When Leon acquiesced, he said without any surprise: "I said Karl, are you going to run away like this for the rest of your life?"

Before Luke Cage could answer, Leon continued to talk to himself: "I just came from your apartment. Those guys lying on the ground should be local gang members."

"Although I'm curious about why you beat them up like that, I think those are not important. You have your own reasons, and I have no right to interfere."

"But is this kind of life really what you want?"

Luke Cage remained silent.

However, from his expression that gradually fell into deep thought, Leon knew that his words worked.

Seeing the effect, Leon hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Although we have not been in contact for a long time. However, I think you are not a person who likes to solve problems with fists. Maybe you will only use your fists when you have no choice but to use your fists to solve problems." special abilities"

Perhaps it was Leon's openness and the friendly atmosphere that exuded from him that made Luke Cage feel his sincerity. Luke Cage, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "They want me to do fake punches. If they don't agree, let me Have a taste of their power.”

Leon suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's it, then they should learn the lesson now."