Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

"Why go to Hell's Kitchen at this time? That place where garbage, scum and scum are everywhere, and even the air is filled with the smell of marijuana?"

A plain black Lexus slowed down and turned on the turn signal and drove into a fork in the road.

The speaker was a young man with black curly hair who was sitting in the passenger seat. He was of Mexican and Canadian descent. He had just been promoted to a fifth-level agent and seemed a little excited. Like a curious baby, he asked questions to the driver who was driving.

"Kelly, often times, we need to do things that others think are insignificant. Just like today, just because the camera couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the hotel door, we sent two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents there investigation."

Kind eyes, gentle tone, soft facial lines, an upright face that makes people instantly likeable, plus an unattainable short blond hairline, form Marvel's most popular good guy - S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 8 Agent Phil Coulson.

Next to him is Agent Carey Simmons, a young man full of energy and passion who has just been transferred to the field team.

Hearing the senior's explanation, Simmons couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Is it just for this reason? The camera on the street corner can't see the scene inside the hotel door? Isn't it because the camera is broken? Taxpayers' money is wasted like this. It seems a little bit... …”

"Well, you can understand it from another angle. We must let taxpayers see that we are not doing nothing!"

Colson turned his head and smiled at his companion. "Of course, if you don't take into account what happened this morning, I think this investigation can be delayed and restarted."

"Morning? What happened?" The curious baby continued to ask.

"Actually, it's not a big deal!" Colson replied calmly, "The people from the Wolf Gang went to the police station to report the case, saying that they sent people to a hotel last night to collect protection fees, but since they walked into that hotel After that, he never showed up again.”

The curious baby opened his mouth wide in surprise, and after a while he asked: "Okay, since when have we even had to deal with missing persons? And, when did the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen learn to call the police?"

"If you knew that for more than a month, thirteen groups of gang members and more than double-digit thieves and gangsters disappeared in that hotel, you wouldn't say such a thing."

Simmons' eyes were a little dull, and he hesitated for a while before he said awkwardly: "Sorry, Phil, I don't know..."

"Uh-huh, don't worry about it."

"As for what you just mentioned, why gangsters learned to call the police..."

"It was a small gang formed yesterday afternoon, with only four people in total. The person who called the police was too hungry to catch up with last night's gang activity!"

Colson tapped the brakes a few times, and the car slowly approached the street and finally stopped.

"Here we are!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Coulson and Simmons, who had just gotten off the bus, turned around and saw the hotel for the first time, and were implanted with a short piece of information by the mysterious and unpredictable will of the universe.

"The Mulgore Hotel has a long history in Hell's Kitchen. However, after the previous owner died of a heart attack, it was closed until last month. Until a new owner with unknown details took over and reopened the business..."

Only Xiao Mengxin still retained a little passion for inquiring. He looked at the rough and simple appearance of the hotel and asked curiously: "Who was the previous boss? Why did he build the hotel like this?"

"Who knows? Maybe the last innkeeper was gone before I was born." Coulson handed over a document, "You have ten seconds."

"Cous Bradford, male, 22 years old...and then, no more?"

"Yes, no more!" Colson smiled, "This is what interests us. His identity documents are real, but his past experience is completely blank. What does this mean?"

Simmons became excited, groping for the cold and smooth handle of the gun with his right hand, and replied impatiently: "It means he has a superb level of hacking, and can invade the tax department, civil affairs department, health department and other related institutions. server, and added a 'completely non-existent' identity. In other words, he has a backend that we can't imagine, and can..."

"Ah, no, it's not that complicated!"

Colson threw the document into the unclosed car window, pressed the key in his hand, and added, "Maybe he was just a gangster wandering the streets before he remembered that he needed to apply for a passport and social security card!"

Kyrie Simmons was completely stiff, and after a while he took a few steps to catch up with Colson.

"Then you just said it was suspicious..."

Seeing that the curious baby has completely turned into a confused baby, Colson explained with a smile, "As long as a person still survives in society, it is impossible to leave no trace. If there is a completely unrecorded information, then it must have Value. The value he shows determines what we will do with him next."

"—So here we are now!"

The confused baby became more and more confused. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted again by Coulson.

“In 1790, special policemen in the United States were still conducting population censuses on horseback; in 1880, the first professional census enumerator appeared in the United States; in 1990, our census introduced a geographic information system; in 2000, the Bureau of Statistics hired We hired 860,000 temporary workers to conduct a household census and hired a private company to conduct statistical publicity nationwide. Do you know why our population number is 'about 310 million'?"

"Because of the decimal point..."

"No!" Colson's smile grew brighter, "Because we can only achieve a coverage of a little more than 90% at most. And there are at least 20 million people left, who are unscrupulous people who have not entered the background of the statistics."

Simmons wanted to say something, but Coulson had already walked into the hotel door.

"welcome……"

The depressed Cauvus raised his head. After more than a month of normal life, he finally returned to what a normal person should be like, but it would take a long time to recover from mental fatigue.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bradford! We are staff of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I am Phil Coulson and this is Carey Simmons."

Phil Coulson?

This was the first time the two met. Coulson marveled at the other's youth, handsomeness and decadence, while Causs looked curiously at this good old man who was known to kill all of Marvel.

Even though he knew the identity of the other party's senior agent, Kaous still couldn't bring up any objectionable emotions in front of this kind face.

Squeezing his swollen brows hard, Kausi looked at the hand stretched out in front of him and made no move: "You guys came so fast. I thought I could live a peaceful life for at least a few months."

But the next moment, he still cheered up and responded enthusiastically to the handshake, "Just call me Kaus! Mr. Phil Coulson, nice to meet you!"

The two agents sat down on the wooden chairs in front of the counter. Causs thought for a while, poured Colson a glass of morning dew wine, then glanced at Simmons and served a glass of cheap juice.

"Sorry, no coffee, just these..."

Regardless of the limited number of drinks in the basement, Coulson deserves to be given such respect as Morning Dew. As for the childish-looking little guy, not giving him a glass of "cool spring water" is already directed at him. Coulson's face.

After taking a polite sip, Colson, who was about to give his companion a comforting smile, immediately showed a surprised expression.

"Oh, what a drink!"

"Mogore's wine is the best!" Kaus, who comes from a country with big foodies, is confident about this.

After exchanging pleasantries, Coulson took out a few photos from his pocket.

"We came here this time because of these people. They..."

"I used it as a sacrifice!"

Kausi also poured himself a glass of morning dew wine and smiled at Colson.

"They suddenly burst into my hotel and pointed a gun at me. Not only did they plan to take away my only seven dollars and thirty-five cents, but they also demanded that I pay expensive protection fees every month."

"According to the relevant provisions of the Castle Law, citizens have no obligation to retreat in their own homes. They can resist violently to protect their lives and property, and have the right to use weapons, including guns, for self-defense!"

Kausu's voice gradually became louder: "According to New York State's No-Yield Law, I did not initiate the attack first, and within a reasonable time I had reasonable grounds and could truly believe that the deceased intended to harm, or harm, my body……"

"Don't get me wrong, Cauvus! And you, Kaili, put down your right hand!" Colson scolded his companion gently and turned around, "Whether they are alive or not has nothing to do with us. I only care about the sacrifice." The word 'pin' means very interested!"

"Sacrifice?" Kaus showed a playful smile, ignoring Simmons who was so nervous that he wanted to draw his gun.

"Before answering this question, I would like to welcome you both to the Mulgore Hotel. We will have a whole evening to discuss these topics!"

“Having a great opening, let’s have chicken tonight!”

Rookie agent Carey Simmons, who was so nervous that his arms were shaking, was confused. He even had a strange thought: "Why did he say 'open for business'? Hasn't there been a single guest for more than a month?" …”