[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

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Title: [US Team 2] Hey Yo ~ Hey Claw!

Author: King of Chu

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[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

Zachary Diamond (Zachary Diamond) is a field officer engaged in high-risk work under the US government department, commonly known as "agent"

His unit has a name that is so long that the internal staff will accidentally mispronounce it──Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, referred to as "SHIELD"

Chuck always thought that he was serving the people and protecting them from supernatural events, until one day when his team was completely wiped out in a mission, his team leader told him earnestly that there was actually a hidden ghost in S.H.I.E.L.D. Mysterious organization, they have a bigger goal...

Lying in a pool of blood, looking at the P226 in the captain's hand, Chuck felt that his only line now was: Hey Yo ~ Hi Claw?

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"The Stories I Can't Tell Hipaw", "The Correct, Effective and Safe Resignation Posture"

＊Original aboriginal bamboo is not time-traveling nor rebirth

*CP shield winter popsicle set + tea mushroom & original hero

Content tags: British and American dramas

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zachary Diamond┃Supporting role: Many people in Avengers~┃Others: US Team 2

☆, 01

Living in the United States, what do you need most?

money?

Uh... It's not that money is not important, but the facts tell us that not everyone in the United States is rich. The slums are just hidden in places that most people don't notice, so the answer is wrong.

Smart head?

Well, flexibility is a necessary ability no matter where you go, but have you overlooked an important point, that is, the United States is actually not the smartest country in the world. Many times, if you ask your relatives and friends, they will Secretly tell you: "Why do you think Americans are a bit stupid?"

Again - wrong answer.

The correct answer is: a calm mind.

That's right, there are all kinds of wonders in the world. It's not the first time you've heard this sentence, but please believe it. There is probably no second country in the world like the United States. When you look up, you can see iron men flying in the sky, and you can see them horizontally. YO-YO Hammer across the Pacific, those who bomb people are not necessarily terrorists, but also aliens.

If the residents of the United States can't be calm, and even those with stronger nerves will actively watch, then I believe that the number of people who died of heart disease should rise rapidly like a rocket.

After all, this is the age of superheroes, science geeks, or superhumans running the streets.

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The stained glass of the church collages images of God. Some people are slowly walking out of the church, and some are queuing in front of the confessional.Men, women, old, young, all kinds of people gathered in church to hear the Gospel and now wait for God to forgive their sins.

"Dark blue safari jacket, red plastic-rimmed glasses."

The woman coming out of the confessional murmured as she passed the last pews of the church, and then walked out to join the throngs of small and medium groups that were mingling with each other on the turf at the door.

Chakri didn't act immediately, even if he had heard the message from his companion through the headset, he was still sitting in the confession room, and when everyone came in and sat down, he said calmly: "May the Lord enlighten your heart, To enable you to repent sincerely and confess honestly."

A man in a blue safari jacket and red plastic-rimmed glasses slipped into the confession room, and Chucky could hear the cushion being squeezed when he sat on the chair, and he put something aside— ─Probably a men's handbag──The sound of stiff leather against wood.

"Father please bless me, I am a sinner and I long to repent."

The man in hunting suit pushed the glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, and after listening to the official opening remarks of the priest played by Chakri, he stumbled and said:

"I... I committed a crime and took... I took something that didn't belong to me. Now I... I plan to return it to the original owner. Will God forgive me like this?"

Chuckri silently checked the man in the hunting suit's words, and confirmed that there was no typo except his tense tone, so he also responded with a corresponding cut:

"As long as you return the lost property to the right person."

The man in the hunting suit let out a sigh of relief, and before Chakri could finish his role as the priest, he opened the door and got out of the confession room.There were only three people left in the queue, and Chuckli quickly heard about a woman who had an affair with her brother-in-law, an unscrupulous son who lost his father's coffin book with a big gamble, and a seriously ill grandma who cursed every day to hurry up The young man who died also stepped out of the confession room, and the Bible in his hand was replaced by a small black leather bag of about the same size.

"I got the target."

Chakri walked quickly towards the room dedicated to the rest of the clergy inside the church. He took off the priest’s outfit and stuffed it into an umbrella bucket. When he left from the back door of the church, there was no priest Chuck. There is only one young man who comes to Mass like the rest of the faithful.

The car was already waiting, his companions were all in the car, and he was the only one missing.

When they return to the base and let the scientific personnel in the back office verify the authenticity of the target, they can fly straight back to the Tricurve Wing headquarters, throw this annoying little thing to those senior officers, and welcome a rare one-week vacation.

"Quick, quick, let me see!"

The woman who announced the characteristics of the characters in the church turned around from the passenger seat and stretched out her hands to grab the leather bag in Chucky's hand.

"I haven't seen anything from aliens yet!"

Chakri flinched, switching the item just as her fingers were about to touch the packet, away from the clutches.

"Watch out, it's probably full of alien bacteria, you don't want them crawling into your body and popping out in an alien shape."

"I don't know how to touch anything, just take a look! Okay? Once it enters the laboratory, it will definitely not come out!"

The woman begged Chakri persistently.

"Well... If you are willing to stay in the position of intern for half a year, I am not such a rigid person who does not know how to adapt."

Chakri fulfilled his wish and saw the woman resigned to her seat resentfully, pouted with some dissatisfaction.His companion in the driver's seat winked at him through the rearview mirror, obviously not surprised by the situation.

The road conditions were very smooth, and it took them less than half an hour to drive back to the base, which also included the time to make a detour to confirm that no one was following them. For Chucky, it's true that the last mission before the vacation can be so easy and smooth. marvelous.

"Congratulations, it's great that no mistakes were made."

"Thank you, sir, this is the mission objective."

Chakri handed the small bag that he was holding tightly to the middle-aged man who came out of the base, and the man turned around and handed the bag to the scientific staff in white coats next to him for analysis and inspection.

"How is Becky doing?" The man called the officer put Chucky's shoulders on his shoulders, and the two walked into the rest area of ​​the base side by side, and the Black Eagle logo could be seen everywhere along the way.

Becky, who was still wriggling like a bug in the car, was now obediently like a little white rabbit, quietly following behind the two officers. Only she knew how long her ears were stretched.

"She performed very well. As her SO, I think I can add a first-level field agent certification application to this mission report."

"Now that you've said that, congratulations, Becky."

Becky, the future first-level agent, stayed in place as if she had been electrocuted, her mouth was wide open, and it would not be a problem to squeeze a fist into it.

"Wait... Chuck, this kind of slow reaction, are you sure she's really good?"

The officer frowned deliberately, and turned to Chakri to question.Only then did Becky come to her senses, and quickly dropped a sentence before Chuckley and the officer continued to sing together: "Thank you, officer!" Then she pulled the colleague who was quite taciturn along the way to thud thump thump ran away.

"Did I look like this when you upgraded me?"

"No, but when you returned to your room, you smashed your head through the window and yelled at Yue with blood on your face."

"Simon really is a small watch!"

Chakri is still very young, having just passed his 29th birthday, but he has been working in S.H.I.E.L.D. long enough for him and his immediate superiors to chat, spank, and spit on each other like a pair of bad friends.He also brought out many excellent agents, such as Becky who was about to be approved by him for promotion, and Simon who was taciturn along the way but was actually quite gossip in his bones. He liked these people.

He also likes his current job very much. Although the risk factor is higher, at least he knows that he is doing the right thing. Even if his hands are bloody, it is to protect more people.It was a much better outcome than he had thought, becoming a serial killer and being caught in federal prison for the electric chair or lethal injection.

Chakri has been regarded as a problem child since he was a child. He is irritable and irritable. He often fights with others because of some small conflicts. When he was in elementary school, there was a violent incident that broke the bones of senior students.His family was afraid of him, thinking that he was a living devil, and when he grew up, stronger and stronger, he would commit more terrible crimes, even Chucky almost believed in his future at that time It's the murderers reported on TV.

Now that I think about it, it is probably the child's second-year mentality: "Anyway, all of you look down on me!" and other thoughts.

He continued to let his irascibility go unchecked until he became a well-known bully at school, going in and out of the juvenile prison several times, and everyone who saw him walked around until he met the current officer and asked him: "Are you sure you want to waste like this?" Your talents, are you ready to use your talents in robbery, gang fights or murder in the future? Or are you willing to dedicate your abilities to another work that can benefit the world?"

No one ever asked him this kind of question, his parents would just numbly lead him out from the police station or the principal's office, his brothers and sisters didn't even dare to look at him, let alone the school's teachers or classmates , everyone thinks that his future has been equated with scum, and by the way, he is labeled as inhumane.

It was the first time someone taught him how to control his emotions, how to upgrade "fighting" to a more skillful fighting technique. The sense of mission of being engaged in a great cause made Chakri almost desperately complete all the training, becoming an official agent, and then upgraded all the way to level six.

It is no exaggeration to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. changed Chucky's life.

"Sir, we've detected an extremely active elemental reaction on that alien object for reasons unknown, but we can't control it!"

The people in the science team came running in a panic, holding a stack of experimental data in their hands, speaking quickly:

"The team leader recommends issuing a yellow alert, temporarily clearing the surrounding area of ​​the laboratory... OHMYGOD!"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of explosive heat waves rushed towards them from the direction of the laboratory at the other end of the corridor, grabbing the scientist closest to it directly, and wanting to swallow Chakri and SHIELD Chief.

"Everyone retreat! Evacuate! Evacuate! This is level one alert!"

Chuckri and the officer ran wildly, calling other people in the base at the same time, hoping that as many people as possible could escape or find cover before this alien explosion destroyed the communication system.

The base was completely destroyed under the attack of the Chitauri alien explosion. When Chakri woke up, he was buried in the rubble, and there were still sporadic sparks burning around him. Looking around, there were no living people walking around── ─No base personnel, no rescuers.

Oh, no.There was a man, his chief, who seemed to be seriously injured, but still leaning on a steel pipe, he limped to Chakri's side, and sat down on the gravel beside him. The rubble on Chakri's body sank deeper into him, and a sharp pain forced him to concentrate.

"See? Tsk tsk, what a hell on earth."

The officer raised the steel pipe in his hand and poked at the small stone pile next to it. A scorched hand was exposed underneath, stretching stiffly into the air.

"Rescue..."

"Oh, don't expect a rescue from Aegis. Before they investigate whether the explosion was man-made or just an accident, they won't continue to send people here, and they will probably declare that there are deadly pollutants here, so they should be fully quarantined. "

The officer said so, but he didn't seem to worry at all that he would be seriously injured and die.

"Actually, I also think it's a pity. It's not worth letting a good person like you die here. So, I want to provide an option, just like when I asked you to be between the thugs and the agents. Choose the same."

Chucky watched the familiar face of the officer begin to distort and blur, but he could still hear the hissing whisper that made him tremble all over, and feel the officer's bloody tone against his cheek:

"Hail Hydra!"

As a sixth-level agent, Chucky of course knows the historical background of S.H.I.E.L.D. -0-8 objects.

And ──Hydra──SHIELD's greatest enemy at the beginning of its creation.

The sense of weightlessness that hit Chuckli again and the coldness emanating from his body told him "you don't have time", the topic and options are very clear, it's just a choice of life or death.

"Hey... hey... hey yo... hi paw..."

Before losing consciousness again, Chakri vaguely heard such a sound vibrating from his throat.

In other words, will joining Hipaw solve his long-standing doubts: why the label is clearly an octopus but insists on calling it Hydra?

☆, 02

Hey Yo ~ Hi Claw!

Chuckley was lying in a solitary ward, cutting TV channels boredly, switching from news to talk shows, and then to reality shows, serials, and movie channels... none of the programs could make him concentrate for more than 10 minutes. Minutes, this is not a good sign.

Because of the painkillers, Chuckli was in a state of being too HIGH. If it weren't for the water bag hanging on his body, and the fractured foot was wrapped in plaster and suspended in a large ball, Chuck Li just wanted to get up and play electronic dance music.

Even though he rationally knew that doing so would increase the burden on the wound, Chakri still strongly wanted to do so.

He is not a masochist, nor does he have self-destructive tendencies, he just can't help but keep thinking, if he is really disabled because of his serious injuries, can he not join Hydra because he is useless, and don't have to shout That fish-lipped "Hey Yo ~ Hi Claw!" slogan.

Ah... I know it's impossible even if I think about it, but thinking about it ten thousand steps back, even if he is transferred to a back office, sitting at a desk, doing some document sorting or personnel dispatching and liaison work, at least he doesn't have to help Hydra through life and death.

Chakri turned off the TV, threw the remote control on the low table beside the bed, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, only showing the lower half of his face with tight lips.

Without knowing how many Hydras are in this hospital, if you easily show an angry expression, it is tantamount to being blamed. He finally recovered his life. Lost it again!

A few days ago, an explosion caused by alien objects almost killed the entire base. Only he and the officer survived, but they were about to be dragged to death due to the lack of medical personnel.The chief proposed that as long as he joins Hydra, he can get timely rescue.

He knew very well that under the circumstances at the time, if he disagreed, the end would definitely be that the officer would break his neck first, and then call Hydra for medical treatment.Of course, even if he agrees, the situation is as it is now, and after getting medical assistance, it will be troublesome. Chucky believes that Hydra can’t just let a S.H.I.E.L.D. no program...

His current mood is as if he is going back to SHIELD Academy to face the final exam. What's worse is that he doesn't know the professor's tone at all this time. It's too sad for an exam that fails or dies a little.

"Worker Dimon, I'm Phil Coulson, and I'm here to inform you that the transfer procedures are being processed, and you will be transferred to the hospital affiliated to SHIELD for a more precise and complete examination."

Agent Coulson smiled, folded his hands in front of him, looked kindly at Chuckli on the hospital bed, and at the same time briefly informed the next course of action.

Although Chuckley is not familiar with Agent Coulson, this does not prevent him from understanding that the man in front of him who looks like a scholar is one of the confidantes of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. The kind of fighter jet in China!

That's great, finally someone who doesn't have to worry about being a high paw is here!

God knows how much he wanted to rush up and hug Coulson and shout, "Women love Tao so much! It's dangerous to be full of paws here!"

But he can't do this, he can only show a smile that he should have when facing a colleague he doesn't know well, and make some jokes in a polite but not too alienated way, similar to: "Why is Fury willing to let you be the driver?" The patient is transferred to the hospital."

Chakri has been a field agent all his life, but he is not a simple-minded idiot with well-developed limbs. That kind of idiot is stuck at level [-] after a lifetime of support. If he is lucky, he can be promoted to level [-] and become the captain of a small team. There will be a little possibility to come to level six.

Level [-], that is the existence that almost all middle and low-level agents look up to. They will be called "sir" almost everywhere in the headquarters. Although they don't know it, the authority of level [-] is divided into various classes. The position they are in also has different qualifications to get more or less power-their dear Director Nick Fury implements the central idea of ​​differentiated management into the management class.

What Chakri needs now is evidence.

It can prove that Hydra is not extinct, and there is evidence hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D.

This kind of thing cannot be proved by the whisper of an agent, not to mention that he just heard not long ago that the unlucky officer had a sudden outbreak of severe alien virus infection the day before he was about to leave the intensive care unit. It hung up when it came up.

That's why Agent Coulson wants to transfer him for a detailed inspection today. It must be because Fury is worried that something unclean on the alien's belongings will get on him. Precautions taken to carry things into headquarters.

If he doesn't produce enough evidence, he will put himself in a dilemma.

──You said you joined Hydra for your life, is that true?Actually, you were Hydra from the beginning, right?To survive or something is just an excuse to get rid of the crime!

──You said SHIELD has Hydra, then do you know who its members are and what positions they are in now?have no idea?I don't know why you came out to howl, in case the little secretary at the door is Hydra, wouldn't they have received the news and run away by now!

──Don't report to the director, talk to the director's cronies?Uh... He and Coulson don't seem to be close enough to keep such an explosive secret between you and me.

So the safest way to do it right now is to treat yourself as if you have received an autonomous mission, sneak into Hydra as a spy, wait until you are familiar with the business and get more confidential information, find a good time to directly kick out Hydra's conspiracy, Then he can show bumps and bumps to that ugly octopus organization openly...

But Chakri still has a long way to go before reaching the bumpy happy ending.

First of all, he has to start from the low-level Hydra, the kind that basically doesn't know anything except "Hey Yo Hi Claw". Anyway, I want to take revenge on society, so I must join Hi Claw──and this kind of divine logic The guys are grouped together, thinking about it makes Chakri feel very tired.

Especially when he was still a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent on the surface, and he was thrown here to mix with this group of violent elements in the name of "bringing newcomers", and he often became the object of hatred for no reason, and the moment when an arrow in his knee would turn into a honeycomb, He will be fed two more guns on the high claw totem in Chuckli's heart.

For example, right now, he can feel two lines of sight behind him stabbing his back like needles, without any concealment, with bare malice.Chakri can guess what the owner of the line of sight is thinking, and it is probably "kill this guy and I can get promoted and raise my salary" or something like that.

The struggle at the grassroots level of the Octopus Bureau is quite fierce and bloody. Under the organization of S.H.I.E.L.D., this kind of aggressive guy must be listed as unfavorable to the development of the organization and be eliminated early. This ferocious trait is instead encouraged.

"This world needs order, and building order must be accompanied by pain."

That's what Chucky's new chief, one-time S.H.I.E.L.D. officer Alexander Pierce said on his first day on the job.

"The loss of Richard is a very painful loss. He has made unimaginable efforts for the establishment of the new order and has cultivated quite a lot of outstanding talents for us. He mentioned you to me more than once during his lifetime, Damon, he has high hopes for you."

Oh, I forgot to mention before, the late Richard was his former officer.

It still sounds like a very important figure in Hydra.

"You must also know that the establishment of order does not happen overnight. It takes a long time to accumulate, and you must first master a solid foundation before you can continue to develop continuously. So..."

Pierce stood up from his seat, walked in front of Chucky, put his hand on his shoulders, and had a gratified smile on his face that the elders only had when they looked at the promising juniors.

"I'm sure you'll prove what you're capable of, son."

Ha ha.

Prove a P!

Prove how to find the best reason for the bloodbathed battle scene in each mission, and at the same time help the low-level high claws who never stop dying to cover up their evil deeds, help them upgrade smoothly all the way into various units of S.H.I.E.L.D. Worried that I might be backstabbed at any time...

"Hey, dude, I'll give you a piece of advice from someone who's been there. If you really want to assassinate someone, you'd better make yourself like a background version, even if the target walks past you, it won't give you a second look, isn't it like this Is it okay to kill the target with your eyes?"

Seeing more and more people on the road noticing Little Heypaw hiding in the crowd, Chuckli couldn't help reminding him through the earphones.Sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the road with his head down, pretending to be a vagrant but full of murderous looks, Xiao Haipao slowly moved his posture, changed from sitting to lying down, and even showed a part of it from under his worn coat No matter how you look at the wine bottle, it looks like a homeless man who was drunk to death.

"It's much better this way."

Putting down the cell phone in his hand to conceal his speaking into the air, Chakri raised his hand to the counter, motioning for another refill on his coffee.

Ah... It's cold, of course only senior agents are qualified to go undercover in a warm cafe instead of a 0-degree road.

I picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. It was mellow and not bitter. No wonder this small shop opened early in the morning and closed at night with almost no silence.

Of course, the target of Octopus Bureau will not be the coffee beans in the store, but one of the regular customers in this store, or to be more precise, people with special abilities.

This kind of people has always existed, but most of them will choose to keep a low profile, so as not to be tied to the experimental bench one day when they open their eyes.But no matter how careful they are, as long as they are people, there will be flaws, let alone people with supernatural powers, no matter how ordinary they look on the surface, they still think that they are different from others in their hearts, just like people with huge money Maybe you can refrain from spending a lot of money, but it's okay to throw a lot of money once in a while for self-satisfaction.

The goal this time is to be discovered by Hydra when someone throws ten gold coins.

"Goal appears, repeats, goal appears."

A reminder came from the earphones, and Chakri changed his posture, propped one hand on the table, leaned his head on the back of his hand, and looked lazily leaning against the wall to read a book.The seat he chose was the two-seater stuck in the corner of the store, and he had already lost a big backpack on the opposite seat, so he didn't have to worry about someone coming to ask for a table, it just allowed him to look at the whole coffee shop from here museum.

The bell hanging in front of the cafe door made a tinkling sound because a customer pushed the door. The boss who was making coffee behind the bar raised his head and gave a habitual greeting, and immediately relaxed when he saw that it was a regular customer. Attitude, greet the guests who walk in like old friends.

"Look, look, isn't this our lucky boy?" The boss deliberately looked up and down the young man who had just entered the room and was taking off his scarf and gloves, "It seems that you really found a good job this time." , Hey, Barney, look at this kid—a scarf made of pure wool, not blended, high-end."

The young man who was ridiculed smiled shyly, pulled away the high chair in front of the bar and sat on it, and took the biscuits and snacks that the waiter Barney handed him from the side—a treat only for regular customers.

"So Jimmy, you really passed the exam, tsk tsk tsk, it's not easy... such a big company." Barney walked around the venue, and found that there were no customers who needed to be served, so he put the tray under his arm and took Gossiping eyes leaned towards Jimmy, wanting to ask if there was any thrilling process during the interview.

"It's really nothing, it's just a normal interview." Jimmy looked very shy, "I just went in and talked to the interviewer, and I just answered what he asked."

"True or not?" Barney didn't let him go so easily, "I heard that there are a lot of people queuing up for every meeting? I'm not saying that, we actually know each other... Cough cough, In short, you are so sure that you will be selected? I don’t think you have interviewed with other companies anymore.”

"Uh... this..." Jimmy's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly let him get away with a haha. ,real."

Chuck Kerry kept silent and continued to observe Jimmy, who was a little anxious to be entangled by his friends but didn't know how to exit. He raised the book to slightly cover his lips, and ordered: "Group A, act."

Not long after the call ended, a group of young people who looked like they had just finished the first party and were about to renew the booth happily pushed the door into the store, pointing at the handwritten price list behind the bar to discuss what to order. Before discussing a result, the door opened again, and along with the chilly wind, there was also a sour smell of wine mixed with the sour smell of not taking a shower for several days.

──The extras are in place, ready for the first test.

The young students started clamoring, they turned away in disgust and didn't want to contact the dirty and smelly homeless. Although the owner of the shop couldn't pick the customers, he spent 12 points to stop himself from the stench that had been drilling into his nostrils. A look of disgust on his face.

The accident happened in such a small chaos. I don't know which female student's big bag knocked over the drinks of the guests at the next table, and the guests at that table stepped back suddenly to prevent the food from getting on their clothes. , as a result, he accidentally bumped into the customer next to him... For a while, the small area in front of the bar was in chaos, with all kinds of ping-pong-pong sounds of overturning utensils, and the loose change from the homeless man's pocket. He had to lie down on the ground and pick up the money one by one.

Everyone, whether it's the actors of Hi Claws or the really innocent customers, even the boss behind the counter and Barney the waiter, all suffered. Only the shy young Jimmy was equally panicked at first glance, but on closer inspection , all the confusion can't get to him.

He was the only one standing there clean and tidy, and even the little homeless agent who was lying on the ground pretending to pick up money actually wanted to stick the tracker to him, looking like he wanted to put his two hands together. One foot grabbed and bit, because no matter how he shot, the opponent's "frantic steps" could always avoid his hand, making it impossible for him to set the transmitter.

Chuckli huddled in the corner and stretched his neck to watch the excitement like everyone else, but actually frowned and thought—

I saw a lot of shredded lottery tickets in the trash can of Pierce's office that day... Is it because of this that I was looking for this guy with a lucky SS?

☆, 03

Chuckley didn't want to know what would happen to Mr. Lucky after he was handed over to Pierce, but judging from the smile on his new boss's face that had risen by 5 percentage points in sincerity for three consecutive days, Mr. Lucky should be in a short period of time. It's ok...well...keep breathing.

Boss Pi's smile started three weeks ago.

Alexander Pierce is a politician. This career means that he will have many interests from various organizations and ZF departments involved, whether it is on the table or off the table.

These exchanges of interests often brought him help. For example, his friendship with Nick Fury allowed him to "recommend" several "good seedlings" to S.H.I.E.L.D. The unmanned Hydra re-emerges in S.H.I.E.L.D. -- low-key, of course.

But sometimes, this kind of interest involvement will also bring resistance to him. For example, in the process of selecting representatives of the Security Council, he was nominated several times, but he could not be successfully elected because the number of votes did not meet the standard.Even though he got the support of some of the opposition after negotiating with them, there are still a few particularly stubborn guys who refused to vote for him, and said righteously: "I believe you are a good person, but power Never concentrate on the same person for too long, give the opportunity to others, Pierce, this is definitely not to deny your contribution to the country."

In normal times, he would have planned to send someone to assassinate these stubborn idiots, but in this sensitive period, if his opponent died for no reason, he would definitely be the first to be suspected!No matter how perfect the cover-up is--heart attack, stroke, the main road being hit by a car, a flower pot falling down by the side of the road...public opinion may blacken him until he will never get back for a lifetime.

Yes, public opinion.

It's a useful tool, and on more than one occasion Pierce has used the media to gain an absolute moral advantage, not to mention that in this online world, information spreads faster than he could have imagined 30 years ago.

After much deliberation, all he needed was a little luck, his vote count was already high, and he was only short of the last kick.

Luck doesn't come to him - he can come to find "luck"

***

"Congratulations, Mr. Pierce."

"Congratulations, I believe you will be able to shine in this position."

"It was an honor to witness this moment, sir, congratulations."

Pierce smiled, shook everyone's hand, thanked him, and extended his arms to hug a few particularly hardcore supporters.

This is the banquet venue to congratulate Alexander Pierce on being elected as the representative of the Security Council. Originally, the result of the counting of votes this time should be his opponent. Female companion (the salty pig's hand is still stealing