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Interesting, really interesting.

Coulson was very interested, and asked carefully, "Will you be defeated one by one in turn, or together?"

Although they are both defeats, the meanings contained are quite different.

"...First I was knocked down by the opponent, and then the opponent rushed into our team and wreaked havoc. Before we could react, everyone was knocked down."

The other person spoke in a low voice, as if very ashamed.

"Oh!" Coulson was even more interested. The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were well-trained, and even if they were rushed into the team by the enemy, they would be able to react quickly and form a joint attack to besiege the enemy who charged in.

But from what his subordinates said, after they were rushed into the team by the enemy, they were all knocked down without even having time to react.

Then...how fast and strong is the opponent?

Coulson was full of curiosity about this.

"Tell me your address, I'll rush there now."

Coulson had a normal idea. After experiencing the Hydra incident, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau was seriously injured. It was a time when there was a shortage of people. He wanted to meet that person and investigate his background. If there was no problem, he would Recruit the opponent into S.H.I.E.L.D.

During the time of thinking, the address has been sent via text message, click on the text message to read, and head towards the destination.

A few minutes later, Coulson found his subordinates.

Seeing his subordinates with bruised nose and swollen face and minor injuries, the smile on the corner of Coulson's mouth became more obvious, while the subordinates in front of him were dumbfounded.

Why did the officer suddenly laugh? Is it because we lost too ugly and laughed angrily?

Immediately, Coulson's subordinates became more and more ashamed, and lowered their heads not daring to look into Coulson's eyes.

Coulson saw the actions of his subordinates and guessed the changes in their hearts, but he did not explain, but continued to watch with a smile.

Knowing that shame is a good thing, there is no need to point it out.

"Come someone, take me to meet the person who injured you."

Now he is more and more interested in the people who hurt his subordinates.

After the words fell, the only young agent with no face injury stood up and said respectfully, "Sir, I will take you there."

"Okay." Coulson stepped aside, signaling him to lead the way.

After walking for ten minutes, Coulson was brought to a door.

"Sir, this is it."

"You go away first."

"But……"

Coulson waved his hand and interrupted him, "It's nothing, it's useless for you to stay."

The words were heart-wrenching, but they were true. The young agent stopped talking immediately, and walked down the stairs with his head down.

After the footsteps faded away, Coulson rang the doorbell, and the door opened the second the bell rang.

A middle-aged man wearing a black vest and shorts appeared in front of Coulson.

Out of professional habits, when the target person appeared, Coulson would subconsciously glance at him roughly.

His face is expressionless, and information cannot be obtained through his expression. There are many scars on the exposed skin, including knife wounds and gunshot wounds. This is important information.

Withdrawing his gaze, Coulson showed a non-disgusting smile, and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. I heard that my subordinates had conflicts with you. I am here to resolve this issue." Yes."

"Heh, tell me what you have to say, you don't need to beat around the bush." ​​The middle-aged man looked Coulson up and down, and smiled inexplicably. Then said.

Coulson's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, "Can you let me in? It's not good to stand at the door and talk."

The middle-aged man glanced at the house behind him and flatly refused, "No..."

Pausing for a moment, he seemed to feel that his refusal was too straightforward, and added, "Go to the opposite side, anyway, your S.H.I.E.L.D. has already bought everything around."

As he spoke, the middle-aged uncle looked at Coulson with a hint of speechlessness in his eyes.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s aggressive purchase of a house completely disrupted his plan, and he couldn't evacuate if he wanted to. After all, there were many things in his house that couldn't show up.

"Uh... let's go to the coffee shop." Coulson wanted to agree, but before he could speak, he found that he didn't have a key, so he suggested instead.

"No problem." The middle-aged uncle had no objection to Coulson's behavior of looking far away.

He went straight out, closed the door, and took out the key to lock it.

The action is done in one go, and it only takes a few seconds.

"Lead the way, I'm not familiar with the surrounding environment." The middle-aged uncle put the keys back in his pocket, turned and said to Coulson.

"Okay." Coulson's smile remained unchanged, but secretly he had doubts, leading the way one step ahead.

There were no cafes nearby, so Coulson and the others went to a nearby street and found a cafe with few families.

After entering the coffee shop, the two walked to the innermost corner and sat down, ordered a cup of coffee, and then started talking.

"Can you tell me your name and why you don't want to sell the house?"

Coulson spoke first.

"Just call me Frank." Frank answered the first question.

"What's the reason for not selling the house?" Coulson asked again.

"When did I say I wouldn't sell the house?" Frank asked back.

"Then you..." Before Coulson could finish speaking, Frank interrupted, "But I don't plan to sell it now."

"Then when are you going to sell it?"

"Don't sell it for now, give me a night to think about it."

"……it is good."

Speechless for a moment, Coulson responded.

After running a long way and talking for a long time, in exchange for a sentence of "I need a night to think about it", I can say this at the door, so why bother, isn't it tiring to walk?

"That's it, I'll go back first." Without waiting for the coffee to be served, Frank got up and left immediately.

After Frank disappeared from his field of vision, Coulson took out his mobile phone, edited a message and sent it to his subordinates.

The text message is sent and the coffee arrives.

"Huh? Is there another guest?"

"He left beforehand, just put down the coffee." Coulson said with a smile.

On the other hand, Frank, who left, quickly returned to his house, packing up his salute.

"It's really bad luck. Not long after I moved here, I ran into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mission..."

The action of packing the luggage stopped, Frank stared at the half-filled suitcase, and said suddenly, "However, what task needs to buy all the surrounding buildings."

In the first few hours, he saw all the residents of the nearby buildings move out.

In terms of scope, it happened to be centered on the fast food restaurant.

Could it be that the purpose of SHIELD this time is the fast food restaurant?

But if it was really that fast food restaurant, SHIELD's undisguised actions might have been discovered long ago.

But in any case, it is highly possible that SHIELD's actions today have something to do with that fast food restaurant.

"Wait a minute, go and have a look."

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