[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., looked at the recent mission report of his confidant, Phil Coulson, and was filled with surprise. He slowly raised his hand and habitually touched the leather on his blind eye. blindfold.

"Phil, come to my office." Nick made a phone call, then lowered his one-eyed eyes, and looked at Ai Jiang's task report again.

On the report sheet, the board is neat, the content is compact, the logic is clear, and it is as good as ever.

The only difference is that the writing style has changed a lot.

"~(￣▽￣)~ But I saw that I raised a long leg, brewed with lightning-like power, kicked it out at lightning speed, and the grandson on the opposite side flew out like a kite with a broken string! I really am Awesome!"

"(?υ?) Smacked twenty Hydra's grandsons into the air in one go. My waist doesn't hurt, my legs don't hurt, and my spirits are great. I think I can fight for another three days and three nights!"

"<(￣︿￣)>The world is so beautiful, but these Hydra scums are destroying it every day. It is unbearable. I want to destroy them on behalf of justice!"

Such a strange content, coming up every few paragraphs, made the corners of Nick's eyes twitch.He thought to himself, he just didn't talk to Phil in two or three weeks, how did Phil become like this?

After a while, there was a knock on the office door.

Nick looked up and saw his favorite general, Phil Coulson, standing at the door.

This is a young and handsome guy, very energetic, he has a pair of light green eyes, he is gentle and shy when he smiles, like the sun in spring, he is a very friendly detective.

"Director, are you looking for me?" Phil was wearing a uniform issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., and the well-tailored black suit set him upright. He took a step, walked straight over, and stood in front of Nick's desk.

"You have done a good job recently." Nick held his chin, looked at his favorite general without any trace, and said in a kind tone, "I observed your recent mission report and found that your efficiency has improved a lot , Congratulations, I will be able to raise your level after a while."

After Phil heard this, the corners of his mouth immediately raised high, and he gave a gentle and a little shy smile: "Report to the director, I am in very good condition recently, and everything is going well, I think the director can assign me More missions."

"Have you encountered any good things recently?" Nick asked curiously, and he tapped the task report with his thick index finger, "Your efficiency has increased by nearly one-third, which is simply a huge leap. How did you do it?"

After hearing this, Phil hesitated.

Nick immediately sat up straight, staring at his agent, and asked seriously: "Did something happen? Make you have reservations about your officer?"

"Director, I do have some tricks." Phil hesitated for a moment, raised his light green gentle eyes, looked at his officer and said, "But I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

Nick narrowed his eyes: "Tell me first."

"I'm going for a massage." Phil scratched his round and full forehead, and said softly with a shy look: "There is a massage shop nearby, and the owner's skills are good. I ordered a $199 package, and then That's all."

Nick blinked, then he plucked his ears.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"What did you say? Massage?" Nick looked at Phil with an unbelievable look.

Phil shrugged slightly, and was not surprised by his disbelief: "I'm serious, that massage shop is near S.H.I.E.L.D. The ancestral handicraft is very authentic."

"Wait!" Nick opened his eyes wide, "Massage for a blind person? How do you get a massage for a blind person? Phil, you didn't meet a liar, did you?"

Phil pursed his lips, and he fixedly looked at his officer: "Director, look at my mission report, the improvement is obvious. Every time I go out on a mission, I will go to the store to order a $199 premium The package, it improves my physical condition to the best, and every time a bullet shoots over, my perception is very sharp, which greatly reduces my chance of injury..."

Nick held out a hand, stifling his next words.

He pursed his lips with a thoughtful expression.

After a while, he clicked on the mission report with his thick index finger: "Then what are these strange symbols? Do you think you are writing a diary? How rigorous are you in your work?"

Phil leaned forward, and then he smiled sheepishly: "I'm so happy, Director, please forgive my mistake, or I'll take it back and rewrite it?"

Nick threw the mission report to him: "Take it back and rewrite it. Work is work and life is life. Please don't mix it together. Just rewrite it in the same format and style as you used to. I don't want to see it again next time." These weird things."

"Okay, Director." Phil stepped forward obediently, holding his report in his arms.He looked down at the emoticon characters on it one by one, and couldn't help showing a big smile.

Since the massage, I always feel that life is better, and I can't help but smile.

Nick looked at his young and handsome excellent detective, and had a vague premonition: "Where is the blind massage parlor you mentioned, exactly?"

"Does the Director want to go?" Phil told him the address, "However, if you go, Director, I suggest you bring your credit card."

Nick raised his eyebrows: "Credit card?"

Phil cleared his throat, stepped backwards, cast his eyes out of the window, and said in a slightly erratic tone: "The items in the store are not cheap, such as the $199 package I just mentioned .And this price is for handsome guys. If it’s not a handsome guy, the price will be increased ten times.”

Nick opened his eyes wide: "You say it again?!"

"Director, I'm going back to change the report!" Phil turned around and ran out, his steps were so fast that he couldn't shout.

Nick's face was sullen, his mouth was pursed, and his fists were clenched.He took two deep breaths before snorting.

Then he made another call.

"Crooked? Wife?" Nick walked to the window and looked at the scenery of New York.

"Ah? It's nothing, I just miss you."

"Really, I just miss you."

"Work? Busy, of course I'm busy, but I still miss you."

"Okay, okay, I just want to ask, wife, am I... handsome?"

"Honey, then you may have to charge some money to my card."

Then Nick held the microphone some distance away from his ears and listened to the woman's voice coming from inside.

Ten minutes later, Nick put the hung up phone in his pocket.He took a deep breath and let it out again.

it's okay no problem.Nick comforted himself like this, maybe the blind massage parlor was just invented by Phil to amuse him?It's no big deal to let this thing go.

So Nick put the matter to the back of his mind, and quickly forgot about it.

Three months later.

Nick looked at the mission reports of his subordinates and tapped his bare head.

In Phil's report, there are more and more emojis, and they are getting cuter.

In Rissel's report, the blank space was filled with his own Q-version portrait.

In Sally's report, a feminist domineering statement came every few paragraphs.

The reports of other people are not quite the same as before.

Nick couldn't help wondering, and he looked around the office.He remembers that their SHIELD is a regular and serious work unit serving the country?Why is the professional attitude, seriousness and prudence of the subordinates gone?

Of course, their working ability has been greatly improved, which makes the backlog of cases consumed at a rapid rate. If things go on like this, Nick even feels that there will be more idle personnel in S.H.I.E.L.D. There may be layoffs or even dissolution.

"Phil, come to my office." Nick called.

After a while, Phil came.

"Director, did you call me?" Phil was still wearing the uniform issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., smiling softly and shyly.

Nick looked at his agent carefully and found that he was more energetic than the last time he saw him.

"Phil, lend me some money." Nick leaned forward and stretched out his left hand to his confidant.

Five minutes later, Nick got Ai Jiang's credit card.

With a wave of his hand, he put on a handsome coat and walked out of S.H.I.E.L.D. with his head held high.

He came to the legendary blind massage shop.

There are four big characters written on the signboard: Meimei Massage.

The following line of small words: the most professional massage for the blind, a century-old brand.

A century-old brand?

Are there blind people in their family for generations?

Nick averted his eyes and moved them down.Two glass doors covered with a layer of plastic film and rolled up.Behind the door is a half-new sofa covered with white knitted fabric, followed by a water dispenser and coffee table.

Nick could see the plastic wrap over the bucket, hanging in tatters and not being torn off.

Nick took a breath and looked at the girl sitting on the sofa.

It was a young oriental girl, probably in her early twenties, wearing a tight sweater with a wide open neckline, very big and big.Not only is the neckline large, but it is also so short that she reveals a thin white waist.

Underneath was a pair of tightly stretched cropped trousers, and when sitting, the trousers ran up again, so that a slender and delicate ankle was exposed.

Nick doesn't have a good impression of girls at all.

The store doesn't look legitimate, and the owner doesn't look serious.

This is not what he can't bear the most.

What made him feel that his IQ was insulted the most was that the girl was playing with her mobile phone with her head down.

play cell phone!

Her two thumbs were moving so fast, she was obviously playing a game!

Can blind people play games?

"Ah!" Suddenly, the girl let out a coquettish complaint, "Why is it so difficult?"

Unhappily, she dropped her phone on the sofa and stood up.Then she turned her head and looked out the door.

Nick saw a little smile on her delicate face: "Hero, can you sit in the store?"