American Comic Super Principal

After signing the "Deed of Prosecution", Colson finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his body suddenly relaxed a lot. He found a chair and sat down, smiled and introduced: "As you expected, Mr. Principal, I am a Agent, from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, okay, you don’t need to remember this long and smelly name, just remember that the abbreviation is S.H.I.E.L.D.”

"Okay, Mr. Agent of SHIELD, what is your mission for you to come to me? I will try my best to cooperate, as long as you don't forget to take time to come to school." "Fool" Coulson to himself After the attack, Zhang Fan suddenly showed his true colors, lying lazily on the seat, and his tone became quite casual, completely different from his previous positive attitude.

Even with Colson's good temper, he was also so angry that he was itching his teeth. He secretly sighed that this was really the root of the bad nature of capitalists. After signing a "labor contract", he turned his back and refused to recognize anyone in seconds, but he couldn't twist his arm. Thigh, I had to pretend I didn’t see it, forced a smile and said:

"Principal Zhang Fan must have guessed why an agent like me, who works in the shadows, would come to visit your school. Yes, I came just for those mutant students and teachers. Of course, I also came with Tony Stark has some connections;

To be more precise, Mr. Principal, you are worthy of our special visit. After all, you have shown the power of some of your extraordinary abilities in your TV speech, and after our analysis, we found that you saved Tony Stark.

Although he was very strict this time, he is still far from keeping secrets. His words and deeds clearly proved that the mysterious person who rescued him was you. Moreover, we also found the sand dune battlefield, uh, left it to me. Very impressed”

"Oh, you guys are pretty good." Zhang Fan boasted carelessly, still lying on the large seat without changing his posture, his eyes narrowed and he was sleepy, without any excuse or cover-up.

This made Coulson feel even more troublesome. He didn't even have a reaction at all. How should I judge your consciousness tendency and danger level? The secret agent psychology I studied didn't teach me how to accurately judge other people's sleeping postures. A person's mental health is called metaphysics, not science. How should I write down treatment plans and suggestions for him after I return home? Is it possible that we have to draw lots in the end?

The two of them faced off in silence for a long time, and it was up to them who couldn't help but ask questions first. Then they would naturally fall into passivity. Although this was actually of no use, Coulson was still unconvinced. He was a lot older. But he was repeatedly frustrated in front of "young". He couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it, and wanted to win at least once in any aspect. Really, just once. Colson's eyes were firm and he silently prayed to his God in his heart.

"I am the best agent. After many years of experience as an agent, my willpower and endurance are definitely far better than this young rich man. I will definitely be more calm than him and endure it until the end. If something is wrong, how can he fight?" He's snoring. It's impossible. No, isn't it a good way to pretend to be asleep? Isn't this his way of pretending that he actually fell asleep?"

At this moment, Colson's heart was broken. I really can't blame him for being slow to react or not being smart, but which boss or new boss in the world can be so "out of tune"? This kind of thief is not serious. How on earth did the funny guy become a "big boss candidate" registered by SHIELD? World consciousness, are you really blind?

I think Colson has been in the industry for more than ten years and has interviewed many "industry big guys". He is well-informed. Some are domineering and arrogant, some are unruly, some are cruel and bloodthirsty, some are restrained and wise. He has never seen a kind of boss who is hot-blooded, charming, cautious and cunning. He thought he was close to the "perfect state", but he didn't expect that now, his three views would be refreshed and rewashed.

"Wake up, don't sleep, Principal Zhang Fan, wake up quickly." Colson walked over helplessly and shouted several times before waking up Zhang Fan. He gritted his teeth and added: "Three minutes, three minutes at most, let me Let’s go over the important things first, and then Mr. Zhang Fan, you can catch up on your sleep, okay?”

"Okay, okay, hurry up, don't delay my sleep." Zhang Fan smacked his forehead sleepily, trying to cheer up and respond. It seemed that the house would be ruined as much as possible.

The corners of Colson's eyes twitched. He was indeed out of temper. He couldn't express his anger. After calming down a little, he quickly said: "You are very powerful. Your friend Tony Stark and your elder Professor Although the powerful forces of world balance all have their own shortcomings, after being connected through you, it is possible to form a nearly perfect alliance. Almost no one wants to see such a terrifying alliance emerge;

Intervening in trouble and causing destruction is inevitable. We, SHIELD, are committed to maintaining peace and order and protecting innocent people. We absolutely prohibit large-scale unrest. We also hope that you will stay calm in the future and try to restrain your behavior. If a conflict occurs, we will I hope Mr. Zhang Fan can inform us in time and try to solve the problem through negotiation. Otherwise, if the situation becomes urgent, we will not rule out the possibility of using coercive measures."

Zhang Fan slapped the table and said suddenly: "To put it bluntly, you are worried that when we clean up those bastards, you will accidentally hurt innocent people and ruin your stability maintenance, right? I understand, I understand, modern society, harmony most important"

"Huh, just agree, Mr. Zhang Fan. On behalf of all citizens of the United States, I sincerely thank you." Colson breathed a sigh of relief, and for the first time a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, I'm so happy. I can understand something in just one sentence, but you have to go on and on about it. Are you annoying?" Zhang Fan suddenly sneered and yelled at him out of habit, probably because " "Getting up" breaks out

Coulson was choked and couldn't speak. The wording of the negotiations was not rigorous and elegant. They all became vernacular. Is it true? Is it appropriate? It's clearly a routine. Can you blame me for whether you agreed or not? Suddenly it didn't feel right. I'm sure.

"The specific content of your request needs to be discussed in detail, but on behalf of all of them, I agree with the general direction of maintaining world peace. Saving the common people has always been the unshirkable responsibility of monks of our generation."

Zhang Fan noticed his hesitation and quickly seized the moral high ground. He spoke serious nonsense but spoke impassionedly like a great "bourgeois warrior of the new era."

Although his mentality has been ups and downs like a roller coaster, Colson is still very happy now. Unfortunately, he didn't quite understand his last sentence. What the hell is "my monk" and what does it have to do with the monastery priest?

However, this has nothing to do with the overall situation. Colson didn't care too much, but sincerely praised: "With a righteous principal like you, I believe that more kind-hearted students who love peace will be taught."

"Ding, the host has obtained an A-level branch plot. The plot character Phil Coulson's strategy level is: 25. The host please keep up the good work." The system's elusive voice sounded faintly.

Zhang Fan was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas were ascended. He roared in his mind: "What a god of strategy. System, was your Chinese taught by Mr. Cang? Quickly change it for me."