[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

The action of pressing.

"Thank you but no need." Rumlow walked to the corner diagonally opposite Chakri, leaning against the wall and putting on a bitch face that everyone hates.

"So you're here to tell me that you're going to report to Pierce that someone on his staff is mourning a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?"

"Well... on the contrary, I'm here to tell you that Pierce is so happy with the shit you did on the skycarrier that you forced me to hand over the code, and he's been up all night trying to write a It's the list of people who entered the S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rumlow rolled his eyes, silently hoping that his friendly behavior of handing in the password could be brushed up a bit.

Chuckli's favorability is convenient for his next investigation.

"As for Phil Coulson, I'm sorry."

"Are you serious?"

Chakri looked up at Rumlow, a little in disbelief.

"It's more real than real gold." Rumlow nodded, not intending to joke at all, "Let's not talk about whether his approach is wise or not, this guy is very cool when he confronts an alien lunatic who wants to dominate the earth. Under the suit, he's a real guy."

"You just know."

Chuckri smiled, remembering the surveillance video of the convenience store. At that time, Coulson was going to investigate Thor's hammer, and when he passed the convenience store at the rest stop, he knocked down two robbers.The surprised expression on the saleswoman's face, Chucky still can't forget it.

"Hey, Rumlow."

"how?"

"I have a question to ask."

"OK, shoot."

"Have you ever thought about leaving Hipaw and S.H.I.E.L.D. and going to some remote country, buying a house with a garden, raising a dog, and growing flowers?"

Rumlow was stunned for a while, tilting his head as if he was imagining this scene carefully.

"No."

After a few minutes, he shook his head and gave a firm answer.

"why?"

"Because it's basically impossible." Rumlow waved his hand, as if trying to blow up the bubbles of imagination, "Heypaw doesn't have such a thing as retirement. Besides, we are in a war, either win or lose , I don’t want to look back and mourn that I was young and went astray, so I just try to be on the winning side.”

Chakri and Rumlow did not continue the conversation with their own minds. As Rumlow said, they have long been in the middle of a war, and the flames of war 70 years ago have not yet been extinguished.

It's just too early to tell who the winner is.

☆, 18

In the black suit of S.H.I.E.L.D., a touch of indigo appeared from a certain day.

"Good morning, Captain."

"You are early too."

"It's beautiful weather, don't you think so, Captain."

"Yeah, hey, don't just talk, remember to actually get outside."

"No problem, Captain! Maybe tomorrow?"

"Hey! Captain, did you watch last week's game?"

"No, I was busy with missions last week. Who won?"

"Ahaha, I don't want to explode now, I recorded the whole game, and I will pass the file to you and watch it at home later!"

"That would be wonderful, thank you."

Steve Rogers officially joined S.H.I.E.L.D. at the invitation of Nick Fury after the Battle of New York.

The first week was a disaster.

Human purgatory.

Chakri even hits the wall hoping to knock that memory out of his head.

Compared with Captain America, he now feels that Tony Stark's fan club is simply a group of gentlemen and ladies dancing the waltz!

The day before Steve reported to S.H.I.E.L.D., he called Chucky for advice on costumes.

"What do you think of wearing a military uniform? After all, it's the first day. Wouldn't it be better to be more formal?"

Frowning at the full military uniform hanging on the hanger, Steve felt his belated pre-inauguration anxiety for the first time. 70 years ago, he was just a bean sprouts tree that fell when the wind blows. Before joining the army, his occupation was just a part-time job. The kind of job that he wore a suit and tie and sat in an office was something he never dreamed of. of.

Then came the war, joining the army, the rebirth plan to make him a super soldier, the circus song and dance show monkey in the hands of politicians, the roaring commando...

This series of processes made him too busy to imagine his daily life after the war. He even thought that he would stay in the army like this (the U.S. Department of Defense is not generous enough to let go of their only super soldier), but he did not expect that the plan could not keep up Change, 70 years behind others, Steve finally started to worry about what to do on the first day of work.

"Uh... I don't think it's necessary..." Chuckri looked at the brand new military uniform, and imagined how high-ranking generals in the military would look when they walked in proudly, "Well, no good."

"Isn't it good? What about...a suit?"

Steve turned his gaze to the closet next to him, and when he opened it, there was a whole row of hand-made suits inside. The moment the closet door opened, Chuckley couldn't help but be forced to take three steps back by the hidden aura inside.

This was not an ordinary breath, cold sweat flowed from the corner of Chakri's forehead, stinging his eyes as it passed through the corners of his eyes, but he had no intention of paying attention to this little pain at all.All his attention was focused on the source of the air in the house—the wardrobe.

"This... this is... Stark!"

Chuckli panted heavily, closed the closet door forcefully with a "bang", and pressed his back against the door panel.That's right, it is possible to radiate the spirit to every corner and invade the daily life of all relatives and friends. Only the local tyrant among the Avengers—Tony Stark can do this!

"Uh...is there a problem?"

Steve watched Chucky react like the clothes were going to jump out of the closet and bite him.

"Yes." Chucky's expression seemed to want to set the pile of clothes on fire, "You must not wear this cabinet of clothes to SHIELD. I don't care what dinner or charity reception you want to wear, in short , to work at S.H.I.E.L.D.—no way."

I don’t know how many zeroes I wear at the tail to go to work. Tomorrow’s front page will probably be "Captain America’s Million Dollar Boutique Shows off His Wealth" and then there will be magazines covering him from coat to tie clip and cufflinks The prices are all investigated, and then "Where do the taxes paid by the people go? The hero's tie will tell you!"

Steve hadn't seen the most terrifying humanoid weapon of this era—a reporter.

They are a group of creatures that are more ferocious than guns. Just give them a keyboard, and this group of people can turn right and wrong, send you to heaven, or let you live in a suite.In this era, the most harmless creatures are actually the most ferocious creatures.

"Captain, you can just wear your uniform, I think it's fine."

After discussing with Steve for a long time, Chakri and Steve finally settled on a uniform without a helmet.

Then the moment he stepped into the main entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D., he was violently attacked by field agents who waited all night──

"Captain! It's Captain! Mom! I saw Captain America!"

"Captain, look here ~ look here ~"

"Ahhhhhh! The captain touched my shoulder! I won't take a bath for a week."

Chakri was directly pushed out of the door during the first wave of collision.He could only watch as Captain America was surrounded by the crowd and squeezed in.

Fortunately, this excess enthusiasm gradually returned to normal after a week, and everyone can finally continue to commute without climbing vents, sewers, or someone directly choosing the garbage passage.It was impossible to sit with some people in those days without wearing deodorant.

At times like this, Chucky is especially thankful that there is only one person in his office.

Looking at the empty desk across from the OA cubicle, Chakri suddenly felt a little indescribable, as if something was hiding in a small corner and secretly hollowing out his heart.He hadn't felt this kind of loneliness for a long time, not since he entered SHIELD Academy.

This is why he has always held a special gratitude to S.H.I.E.L.D. for Chakri.For him, S.H.I.E.L.D. was not just training his skills and providing him with a job, but a place that gave him a sense of belonging and made him no longer feel out of place.

The only fly in the ointment is that the person who introduced him in the first place was actually a high-paw Nazi.

But losing Coulson... No, it should be said that since he lost his evil undercover Chief Heypaw and his team, the loneliness of his youth began to sneak up again.

"Aren't you too old to play the melancholy youth at your age?"

Rumlow's voice appeared behind Chakri, and he flexibly jumped aside when Chakri turned around and punched, raising his hands with a flattering smile.

"Hey, hey! Calm down, buddy, it's because you're lonely and cold, so I'm here to play with you!"

"WHAT?" Chakri rolled his eyes in front of Rumlow to express his disdain, and maintained the posture of looking at people with three whites under his eyes, waiting for the other party to finish speaking.

"Mission, special mission from the Security Council." Rumlow turned his back to the camera, speaking in a voice that only he and Chakri could hear, "Elijah's little brother was cut off by a black-hearted doctor in his hometown to sell. He asked for leave to go back to his hometown to hunt down that turtle son, so now there is a vacancy in the team. Are you coming?"

"Thanks, but I have to remind you that brother is not under the control of the Security Council now."

"But the officer in charge of you also...well, you understand?"

Rumlow yelled at the position that once belonged to Coulson's agent, but he was considerate and didn't say the word directly.

"Come on, let's have lunch together, let me tell you about the mission content? I can assure you that it's not complicated at all, it's just a simple, clear, and can be regarded as a business trip and tourism. Thank you Nick Fury, otherwise this kind of Action basically never comes."

"Oh, God, don't tell Boss Pi that there are new tricks?"

"I'll tell you when we go to lunch together, come on, there's a good Thai restaurant across the street!"

Rumlow pulled Chakri and dragged him from his seat.

"Ah... that's right, let's go."

Reluctantly pulled to the door by Rumlo, Chakri's eyes met Steve's, and so did Rumlo.

"Chuck, I was going to ask you if you want to go to lunch together, but it looks like you already have an appointment?" Steve looked at Rumlow and then at Chucky, his gaze stopped at Chucky being slapped by Rum Luo clasped his wrist, "Hi, I'm Steve Rogers..."

"Captain America, big celebrity, you're the hottest topic in the bureau." Rumlow shook Steve's hand enthusiastically, and Chucky suddenly wondered if the captain knew the source of this guy's other salary, would he put him on the spot? The hand was crushed, "I'm Rumlow, Brock Rumlow. It's an honor to meet you, Captain, I hope I can have the opportunity to work with you!"

"It's great to have such an opportunity, then I won't bother you, enjoy your meal!"

Steve smiled and waved goodbye to Chakri and Rumlow. As soon as they left the S.H.I.E.L.D. .

"What are you thinking of, little Blow?"

"You mean me to comfort a good colleague who is down?"

"Just pretend, you know what I'm talking about." Chakri suddenly imitated Rumlow's expression and tone: "Captain, I hope I can have the opportunity to work with you!"

"You're here for Steve. Don't be too quick to tell me I'm wrong, Steve just arrived, you know that very well. He doesn't know anyone at the Bureau, and you can't possibly not know he'll be at lunch It's time for me to hide from those crazy fans, so you come and give him a good first impression, 'Nihao~Captain, I'm Chuck's favorite~' Dangdang, the favorability of Captain America +10 points! "

Chakri patted Rumlow's head lightly.

"Okay, little Buluo, tell me, is our boss Pi now looking for Captain America to invest in Hi Claw Group?"

During the questioning, Chakri's hands never left Brock's hair, but instead massaged the other's scalp very gently, just like a relaxing massage in a hair salon.But it made Rumlow feel goosebumps spreading all the way from his neck to the root of his hair.

"You misunderstood." Rumlow said sincerely, "It has nothing to do with Captain America. Really, I really came to you for a mission, related to the Security Council. We have to do Fury a small favor .”

"help?"

"Of course." Rumlow nodded solemnly, "There was a little conflict between Fury and the Security Council, about how to strengthen the Earth's security measures after the Battle of New York BlahBlah... Very just, dear boss as his best friend for many years A rather perceptive plan was drawn up, in which he hoped to quietly silence some dissonant noise. Simple, right?"

Chakri and Rumlow walked side by side to the corner of the street, and the signboard of the Thai restaurant had entered their sight.

"Well... when should I give you an answer?"

As Chuckri said, he withdrew his hand from Rumlow's head.He could feel Rumlow breathing a sigh of relief.

"No rush, the next Security Council meeting will be in four days, and you can reply the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Nodding his head, Chakri took advantage of the moment when Rumlow was completely relaxed and made a sudden move, pressing him against the lid of the trash can next to him.

Rumlow shook his head for a minute, feeling his world shake.

"Rumlow, are you alright?"

What caught his eyes was Chakri's concerned expression.

"Yeah...Yeah, I think I'm okay. What happened?"

"You stepped on a pit on the ground, fell and bumped a bit, are you okay?"

Rumlow raised his head and looked at the potholes on the ground, as well as the Thai restaurant in front of him, and nodded in a sudden realization.

"Oh, yes! Let's go eat Thai food."

"That's right." Chakri patted the dust on Rumlow's clothes with satisfaction, "But the taste of that restaurant is really not very good, so don't come here again next time. I'll treat you to Italian food another day, your hometown Smell. Huh?"

"Oh? OK, no problem."

"Then I'll go first, are you sure you can do it alone?"

"Ok, Ok!"

Rumlow watched Chakri leave, stood firm against the wall, and waited for the dizziness to subside.He reached into the inner layer of his jacket and took out a pen, turned the cap, and the "pen" actually started to reproduce the recording he and Chucky had walked together a few minutes ago, including the last loud collision sound.

Clenching the pen in the palm of his hand, he squeezed out a confident smile in the direction where Chakri left, but it was distorted by the pain in his head, which slightly affected the beauty of the smile.

"Finally caught you!"

☆, 19

Chakri strode forward, occasionally bumping into a passer-by without stopping.

"You! Kid! Walk carefully!"

Someone complained behind him, but Chuckri continued to walk forward with his head muffled as if he didn't hear it.

As he walked, he clutched his right hand tightly.The thumb of the left hand firmly clasped the palm, digging out a deep red half-moon mark on the palm.

"My God, my God, I've really become a freak!"

Chakri dodged and hid in the alley, leaning against the wall and inhaling heavily.His right hand was still trembling a little, and the feeling of grabbing Rumlow's head and knocking it on the lid of the trash can was still there. He slowly curled his fingers and made a fist, and let the nails of the four fingers dig into the palm of his hand, like this You can get rid of that weird superpower.

"That's not right, it's not right at all."

As soon as Chakri realized that he was talking to himself, he immediately raised his left hand, stuffed his index finger into his jaw and clenched it tightly.

"Calm down, Chuck," he said to himself in his head, "You gotta get yourself under control."

──You have to think about when this happened.

He knows he's not really "normal," he's always been.The strange thing is that Chuckley's family is very normal. It can even be said that they are formed according to the word "normal".

But he couldn't fit in.

It's strange to say that he has been a member of the family since he was born, but he just can't act like a baby with his parents like his younger brother. Although he is self-willed, his parents will always shake their heads and sigh while saying "well, let's not be an example!" While meeting your requirements.

From the time he started to impress, the most common conversation mom had with other people about herself was: "I really don't understand what this kid is thinking, he's acting weird."

"Boys are always skinny."

If someone persuaded Chakri's mother like this, she would tighten the shawl that never left her body with an uncomfortable expression, and said in a low voice: "No, it's fine if he messes himself up like an ordinary child, Chuck is very good, he never bullies his brother or is lazy and doesn't do housework, but...but...if you see his eyes, it really makes me feel creepy."

Chucky doesn't know what's wrong with his "eyes", and before he can figure it out, fucking puberty leads him into another wave of trouble-

"This is too much! I can't believe it, I can't take it, you know what I mean?"

In the school's counseling room, another student's parent is yelling hysterically at the counselor and director. She has repeated words such as "unbelievable", "cannot stand", "God help me" once Again, like a stereo that has fallen into disrepair and is only capable of screaming at high frequencies.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Bonn, please calm down, this is just a small friction between classmates..."

The director tried to ease his emotions, but made Mrs. Bonn look even more angry.

"Little friction!" She stretched out her finger and almost poked Chuckri on the bridge of the nose, "He sent my son to the hospital with a concussion, you call this a little friction! My baby doesn't even want what he eats for breakfast now Forget, the whole person is in a trance, and you actually call this a small friction!"

At that time, Chuckley really didn't understand why the matter was so serious. He just couldn't bear the behavior of little Bonn coming to "Freaks" every day for all kinds of teasing and showing his presence in the class.Especially today when he passed by the seat of Little Bonn, he noticed that the other party secretly reached out and wanted to take off his pants, making him make a fool of himself in front of the class, so he shot directly at the most obvious target in front of him──Little Bonn's head── Press his head down on the table.

Then little Born was sent to the school infirmary, then to the hospital, and finally came a screaming Mrs. Born who accused him of being a juvenile delinquent and violently bullying her son into a concussion.

"I didn't bully him."

Chucky meant it, he just slapped little Bonn on the head, that's all.Well, maybe he has stronger hands, but he really didn't bully.

Uh... no one seems to be listening to him.

The little Bonn incident seemed to be a flashpoint, making Chuck go on the road of being a bad boy for the next few days.

Timid people dare not approach him and talk to him.The little hooligan who was rampant in the campus intended to teach him a little "lesson", but he turned his back one by one.

That was the prototype of his all-round head-pressing skills without dead ends.

This is a process of transforming from a good kid who doesn't cause trouble to a bad boy who is upset and directly hijabs.It went so smoothly that everyone almost forgot the image of Chucky sitting quietly in the classroom at the beginning, and only remembered his fierceness of kicking off the strong seniors of the senior basketball team.

Afterwards, he drifted away from his family, and even his work and rest time were deliberately staggered, and when he occasionally bumped into each other (usually in the police station or the principal's office), he would only be embarrassed "Oh, hey, how are you?", "Very good." , "That's good." This kind of unnutritious dialogue.

It was also at that time that Chucky found that even if he heard his mother complaining in a low voice: "When he is looking at people, it doesn't seem to be looking at a 'person', you know? I think it's more like looking at someone." ...Looking at...some kind of creature that is weaker than him! It's like we go to the pet store to pick out healthy puppies, but we are the puppies in his eyes!" When he didn't feel anything about these words , Chuckley knew that his continued stay here would not help other than embarrassing the people under the same roof.

So he left and started to wander around. He joined several gangs of middle and second-year teenagers. With his good skills, no one dared to offend him.But Chakri still didn't know what he wanted, until he was led into the combat department of SHIELD Academy and became an agent.

"The aftereffects of alien items?"

Chakri quickly inspected his life, using S.H.I.E.L.D. as a boundary. Before S.H.I.E.L.D., it was a life that was so plain that it made people cry. After S.H.I.E.L.D., it's... well, quite exciting.

So whatever the reason for his proud hijab technique to go wrong, it should have been after joining S.H.I.E.L.D.

"It must have been," he thought. "The question is . . . when?"

A series of place names and times popped into my mind, Brazil, Congo, Ukraine, Chile...

"No, it was that one time!" Chuckri thought of the explosion accident that almost killed him. He had never been injured so seriously, nor had he undergone such inexplicable medical treatment.

Seriously - Tahiti?Doesn't sound like it's true?

It's just that he couldn't recall the real situation of that memory at all, so he couldn't be sure whether SHIELD had moved him, or if Hydra had made a move before that.Or was the alien object he had brought back the problem after all?

"Damn it!" Chuckri thumped the wall angrily.

After searching for a long time, I found that I was standing in front of the gate leading to the treasure trousers, but I found that I did not have the key to open the door.There is nothing more embarrassing than this.

Oh no, there are still.

Before Chucky fell into a coma, he decided to overturn his inferences a few minutes ago-such as being kidnapped directly across from his headquarters.

***

"Ah! Mr. Daemon, it's a pleasure to have you here with us."

The sound seemed to come from far to near, and it seemed to come vaguely through the water.Chakri only felt that he heard many echoes, and the only thing he was sure of was that he didn't know the owner of this voice.

"What... what..." Chuckri twisted his body, trying to turn to the direction of the voice, but found that he couldn't move, as if his whole body was fixed.

"Ahhh... relax... relax..." the voice whispered in his ear with a sweet and disgusting tone, "That's right, don't be nervous, it won't hurt you."

His eyes finally focused, and Chuckli saw the person talking to him clearly.

That person should not be young, he is about 40 years old by visual inspection, he is 50 years old but well maintained, he is wearing a well-tailored suit, his hair is meticulously brushed back with pomade, and there is a pair of small shiny glasses on the bridge of his nose .

Maybe he saw Chakri's doubts, or he wanted to implement the condition that the big devil must have the chatty attribute, after the man with glasses showed an inscrutable smile at Chakri, he began to walk around him slowly. said in his erratic voice:

"Master Damon, you are very special, do you know that? Do you know why you are special, and what makes you special?"

Chucky rolled his eyes, which was the only way he could say "I'm not happy" when he was tied up in crucifix position.

"My personal motto is 'discovery requires experimentation' and I believe that together we will find the answers to these mysteries."

Little Glasses even patted him encouragingly, and gestured to Chuckri's back, which made him sure that they were not the only two of them in the room.

There was a sound of mechanical operation, and Chakri was slowly lifted from the lying state to an upright position.Directly opposite him was a super-large screen, which was showing colorful pictures without any theme.

"But before we start the research, I hope that we can reach a small consensus first." Little Glasses stood beside Chakri, smiling, and clasped his hands in front of him, "We need your obedience."

"Submit to shit!" Chuckri spat at him with a "yuck" and simply closed his eyes, showing a non-cooperative attitude, "Whatever you want to do, I won't 'obey'."

Little Glasses didn't seem angry at all, he didn't even notice Chakri's provocation, he reached out his hand to greet the people behind: "I leave this place to you."

Two people approached from behind, put something on Chakri's head, forced him to open his eyes to face the screen, and began to repeat in his ear like a repeater: "Give up resistance, accept Everything. Obedience will be rewarded, will you obey?"

Chucky could now determine where the malice came from.

Forced to watch the flower screen for an unknown amount of time, Chakri felt that his intraocular pressure was about to break the record, the blood vessels next to his temples were beating non-stop, and his headache was so severe that it was about to explode.The guy next to him kept reading, and was about to stop and ask: "Are you willing to obey?" The guy also sounded tired, and his speech was weak.

Chakri didn't understand what was the purpose of doing this?Does the cool new age drive your enemy crazy and make him obedient?

If this is the case, then he should show that he has had enough of the lesson and is willing to cooperate obediently, and let the little glasses let him go from here, so that he can consider the issue of getting out.

It's just that when he finished weakly: "Yes, I am willing to obey." There was a sound of armed conflict behind him—the sound of explosions, the sound of gunfire, and the sound of heavy objects hitting.

"There! Confirm the rescue target, repeat, confirm the rescue target."

Rumlow?What is he doing here?

Before Chuckley figured out which song he was singing, he saw Captain America's star shield flying over and breaking the screen, and he himself was squatting on the ground to untie the props that restrained Chuckley.

"Thank goodness, Chuck, how are you?"

Steve supported Chakri to stand firm on the ground, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Captain. I'm fine." Chucky held the captain's arm to stabilize his posture. "How do you know I'm here?"

"Do you know how many days you have been missing?"

With a worried expression on his face, Steve pointed to Rumlow and his special forces standing aside. They were wearing a full set of combat equipment and followed the captain, as if they were obedient to the captain's orders. appearance.

"If it weren't for the help of Rumlow and his team members, there would definitely be no way to find you so quickly."

Rumlow's sincere expression made Chakri want to punch him in the face, pretending to be like that!

***

Go back in time and come to the alley of the Thai restaurant where Rumlow and Chakri were separated.

"Okay, I'll think about it." In the recorder, Chakri finished the last sentence, followed by a bang bang sound.

"Rumlow, are you alright?"

The beating sound stopped for about one minute and 15 seconds, and Chakri began to condolences to the "falling" Rumlow again.

While rubbing the sore part of the back of his head, Rumlow tried to call up the memory in his head again, but he didn't have any impression at all. Except for the voice he heard from the recorder, he didn't have the slightest association about the picture.

He can now be completely sure that when that knock happened, Chakri didn't know what method he used to frustrate him for a short time, but simply attacked the head?Or was he using a gimmick that wasn't audible on other recordings?

In any case, there is an unknown secret in Chuckley Damon, and it is certain that this secret is related to operational memory.

Dial Pierce's private line and report to Pierce on the other end of the phone:

"Sir, he does have a problem. No, I can't confirm his loyalty yet, but I'm pretty sure he has certain 'ability'."

"Very good, Rumlow." Pierce sounded quite satisfied, "I believe our friend Dr. Whitehall will be very happy to have a new research topic. As for the loyalty of Agent Damon, I think that in Whitehall He will be more than happy to obey Dr.

Rumlow didn't know who this Whitehall was, but from what Pierce said his first thought was electroshock brainwashing—just like they did to the Winter Soldier.

For some reason he felt a spasm in his stomach.It's definitely not because I didn't eat a Chinese meal.

"Oh, I forgot to congratulate you, Agent Rumlow, from now on you and your team members will be assigned as the E (Epsilon) team of the Aegis Special Forces, directly assisting Captain America."

"Yes, sir."

Rumlow was glad they were talking on the phone now, and Pierce couldn't see his expression.

"Work hard, Rumlot Garonne, I have high hopes for you. Oh, and don't forget to keep an eye out for our Daemon, I've given him to you."

***

Time goes back to the present.

Rumlow stood aside and watched Chucky rubbing his eyes non-stop. When the two people's eyes met, Rumlow smiled unconsciously, and then saw Chucky's eyes widened in disbelief. expression.

Of course, he didn't ignore the comforting faces of the team members beside him and the "SOSWEET!" mouth shape.He couldn't understand his players more and more.

Somehow he could tell that Chucky wasn't "ready to obey" but this time he didn't want to call Whitehall or Blackhall.

Because he saw the fierce words written in Chakri's gray eyes: "You are very good, come and fight with us if you have the ability!"

And... God... He found that he kind of liked that look.

☆, 21

Melinda May is currently an ordinary clerical administrator of S.H.I.E.L.D. Her job every day when she enters the office is to file all the documents on the desk and assign senders and senders to deliver them to designated personnel.

Not a single person in her office knew that this taciturn, not-very-strong-looking Asian woman had once been a top field agent.

So when her team leader stood at her desk and told her: "The director summoned you.", the team leader's face was full of question marks.Even when he watched this subordinate Shi Shiran leave the office, he was still worried that there might be a serious mistake in Mei's work, so serious that the director had to summon her himself, and whether he would be the next one to be unlucky.

"Agent Melinda May is reporting, sir."

When May entered Fury's office, he was buried in a document, and May's voice raised his head slightly, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the female agent at the door out of the corner of his eye.

This way of looking at people can be called disrespectful, but Agent May seemed to have not noticed anything, maintaining a standard resting posture, waiting for Fury to speak.

On the contrary, Fury felt that he was not very well because of that look.

It wasn't because there was anything wrong with Mei, but because he had never seen someone who could wear an OL suit so... Domineering.

The top is an ordinary white shirt, and the lower body is straight black trousers. If you choose an exit at the Central Park subway station at 7:00 in the morning, you can see thousands of female office workers dressed in this way, but Fury dared to use him The only remaining eye swears that none of them exudes the temperament of "Get lost! Otherwise, I will crush you to death!" like the lady in front of me.

"Agent." Of course, Fury was not worried that May would crush him to death, but at least he was willing to lift his head from the document and look directly at the agent in front of him, "I have arranged a mission for you."

The expression on Mei's face didn't change at all, she looked straight into the director's eyes, as if she wanted to read the necessary information from it.

"Excuse me for being rude, sir, but I made an explicit request..."

"Not participating in any field combat operations. Yes