The restless night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, Sakura and Artoria came back hand in hand, smelling of alcohol.
Obviously, they took the more than 2,400 US dollars to experience the nightlife of capitalism Decay.
"Damn it! How much wine have you two drank? You almost smoked me to death. Go brush your teeth and take a shower." Allen complained, pinching his nose.
"Hehe! In fact, it wasn't much. I only drank dozens of times. Because there were many fools who invited us to drink for free. They wanted to get us drunk one cup after another. Some guys even wanted to drug us. But in the end, they all vomited and we were both fine. You were not there at the time and didn't see the expressions on the faces of the people around you. It was simply wonderful." Sakura had a gloating smile on her face.
Obviously, with her physical condition, let alone a few glasses of wine and a few pills, even if she turned all the water on the earth into pure alcohol and mixed it with hallucinogens and drank it, there would be no adverse reactions.
Therefore, those who want to take advantage are doomed to consider themselves unlucky.
As for those who want to do something, they are probably already lying in the hospital preparing for vaginal removal surgery, and they will have to be women for the rest of their lives.
Realizing what this little witch had done, Allen couldn't help but sigh slightly, "Oh... you really learned a bad lesson."
"Hug... sorry!"
Artoria is obviously a thin-skinned person and immediately showed an embarrassed look.
Although last night's nightlife made her experience the excitement and happiness of indulgence for the first time, she still subconsciously believed that desire should be restrained.
"No, it's nothing. You don't need to apologize. In our long life, a small episode like this is nothing. If you like it, it doesn't matter if Tenten lives like this in the future, as long as it doesn't delay the business." Allen comforted with a nonchalant smile.
Enjoyment is originally one of human instincts.
If it were not for survival, few people would be willing to work.
Lies and empty words such as loving work can only be used as slogans at best.
What really makes people fall in love with work is never the work itself, but the power and benefits generated in the process.
So for people like Saber who are always very serious on weekdays and suddenly want to relax and vent, Allen fully understands and will even encourage the other person to do so.
What worries him is Sakura, whose personality is still a bit unpredictable until now.
In Allen's memory, Sakura behaved very well-behaved until around the age of sixteen.
But after leaving her own world, her character became a little unstable. When she started to act independently in the world of Death and One Punch Man, this character began to get a little worse.
Now he is a standard little witch, who is very keen on making fun of others.
Sakura obviously noticed the deep look in her "adoptive father's" eyes, and immediately stuck out her tongue guiltily, and then like a child who had made a mistake, she ran into the bathroom on tiptoes to wash up.
Artoria saw this scene and immediately burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! It's true that one thing brings another thing down. In the eyes of others, little witch, who no one can cure, turned into a good baby immediately when he came to you."
"Good baby? Stop joking! If you mean she was about fifteen or sixteen years old." Allen turned Byakugan angrily.
He now finally understands why a parent's best impression of their children always remains in childhood.
Because once a child grows up and has his own thoughts and will, he will become a headache for himself.
The little Sakura who was a little cute and a little pitiful was the most lovable.
Just when Artoria was about to make a few jokes, the roar of a car engine came from far away and came closer.
About a few minutes later, a row of S.H.I.E.L.D. black SUVs parked on the street not far away.
Soon, Coulson with a touching hairline opened the car door and walked out.
Behind him, there was a woman with red hair and a bulging front and back, exuding mature and sexy charm.
There is no doubt that this woman is Black Widow who will act as a lubricant in Avengers in the future - Natasha·Romanoff.
"Good morning, Mr. Allen, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon." Coulson greeted him proactively with a familiar look.
"What are you..." Allen glanced at the truck in the middle.
With his powerful perception, it was impossible not to know that the sealed carriage was densely packed with gold bricks and some special metals that he had never seen before.
If nothing else, it should be Marvel Universe Daimyo Dingding's specialty—Vibranium.
"We're here to make a deal."
Coulson covered his mouth with his hand, lowered his voice and spoke out the purpose of his trip.
You need to know what's in the truck, but the bureau has used a lot of connections and power to get it from other places in every possible way.
For this matter, Director Egghead even did not hesitate to make a big fuss with US Military and the FBI at the same time.
In particular, Vibranium, which was originally on the market with only a small number of products, suddenly snatched a large order from the military.
As for the purpose, it is also very simple, that is, first find a way to build a robot and come back to study it.
Looking at Coulson's expectant eyes, Allen immediately smiled and waved his hand, "No, no, no, I think you misunderstood something. Wonderful House only does it after midnight Yes Opening Gate, it is only open for four hours a day. Outside of this time, we are just ordinary people, running a grocery store, nothing more, so if you want to trade, then come back after midnight."
"Only open at night? Why?" Black Widow finally couldn't help but interjected.
From the moment she got out of the car, she was silently observing Allen, who looked and was as tall as a primary school student.
With the help of his many years of experience as an agent, he tried to analyze the other party's psychological activities from his movements and expressions.
"Because this is the requirement of Sorcerer Supreme, we cannot sell those shocking things in public during the day. So during the day, my identity is just an ordinary grocery store owner."
With that said, Allen turned around and led the way towards the entrance of the grocery store.
Coulson and Black Widow just follow behind.
When approaching the entrance, Coulson realized that this place seemed completely different from last night.
Not only is there no weird space folding phenomenon, but even the endless sea of flowers on the ground and the tall spiers have all disappeared without a trace.
There is only a very ordinary and slightly shabby grocery store.
"This... how on earth is it done?" Coulson's eyes widened with an expression of unconfidence.
"It's very simple! It's just a small trick that doesn't make sense. In fact, for us, creating a subspace out of thin air is actually a very simple and easy thing." Allen explained without looking back.
Create subspace?
Simple?
easy?
The corner of the widow's mouth twitched slightly, and she immediately realized why the Director had repeatedly warned that the goal of this contact was completely different from the past. No matter what kind of action was taken, it must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again.
But the moment a few people pushed open the glass door and walked into the store, the smile that was originally on the face of the good old man Coulson suddenly solidified.
Because on the shelf at the door, a row of guns and ammunition that could arm two tactical teams was blatantly placed in the most conspicuous position.
Especially the thick and long Rocket launcher, which almost gave him a heart attack.
Natasha directly picked up one of the pistols, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure this is what the grocery store should sell?"
"Is there any problem? I saw that the large supermarkets a few blocks away are selling them openly. And it is written in this country's constitution that holding a gun is the freedom of every citizen." Allen deliberately pretended to know nothing and shrugged.
In fact, the reason why he chose to open this grocery store was for fishing.
On all the shelves, inside and out, there is absolutely no product that can be considered "normal".
It's just that at night they sell some high-end goods, while during the day they sell some lower-grade goods, which are even just raw materials.
"Um... I think you may have some misunderstandings about the laws of this country. Guns are not something that can be sold casually, especially fully automatic weapons like this, and individual soldiers Rocket Launcher that are more destructive. The most important thing is, where did you get these Modern Weapons?"
Coulson went around in circles for a long time and finally asked the question he was most concerned about.
Because he noticed that these guns were all military-grade weapons and could not be bought casually in gun shops or on the black market.
Allen replied without thinking, "It was sent by some guys with evil intentions last night. They brought these weapons and wanted to get close to Wonderful House, but they were scared away by me."
"What?!" Coulson's expression suddenly changed. "What time did it happen? Who are they?"
"Sorry, I don't know very well. I just know that they seem to call themselves Hydra."
Allen quietly revealed information to the other party that was enough to make Director Egghead restless.
"Nine...Hydra?! How is this possible! They should have been eliminated long ago!" Coulson's eyes were full of shock.
"I think it's best to report this matter to the director immediately!" Natasha also realized that the situation was not good and immediately made suggestions.
Just when she was about to take out her phone, her finger accidentally touched the part with the magic lines carved on the side of the pistol.
The next second...
The magic pattern engraved on the entire side of the pistol was instantly activated!
Before Black Widow could react to what was happening, the muzzle at the front of the pistol suddenly began to get hot, followed by a dazzling flame spurting out from the end.
boom!!!!!!!
The earth shook!
Since the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the ground, the main entrance of the grocery store and everything within thirty meters in front of it were evaporated, leaving a large hole on the ground that was ten meters in diameter and more than three meters deep.
As for herself, she was shaken by the huge recoil and flew back two to three meters. Her wrists and arms were obviously red, swollen and deformed.
It's probably either a dislocation or a fracture.
At the same time, he was still coughing up blood in his mouth. It seemed that his ribs and internal organs were also seriously injured.
If he were an ordinary person, he might have been shocked to death by now.
Such a terrifying power, not to mention the two parties who were close at hand, even the agents waiting outside rushed over to check the situation.
And Natasha himself was staring at the pistol that fell on the ground, his mind filled with questions.
Is this a pistol?
Just kidding!
Even large-caliber heavy artillery may not be able to create a crater of this size.
It took several minutes for Coulson to recover from the shock of being bombed. He struggled to get up from the ground and immediately ordered the rushing agents to block the surrounding area to prevent the residents and police who came to check the situation from approaching.
After finishing all this, he licked his lips and asked in a tone full of fear, "Then... what happened to that gun?"
"I made a little modification and enchantment on them. How are they? The power is not bad, right?" Allen asked with a smile.
Renovation?
Enchantment?
Coulson's head buzzed, and he almost fell to the ground with a black eye. At the same time, Allen, who seemed harmless to humans and animals in front of him, raised his danger level to the highest level.
A nine-millimeter pistol can be transformed into such power!
Then this single soldier Rocket Launcher on the shelf, wouldn't it be able to send the entire city into the sky with one shot?
He simply couldn't believe what a huge danger and hidden danger these weapons would bring to the entire society if they were sold.
After all, there are a lot of desperadoes in America, and the anti-government militia organizations in various states alone number hundreds of thousands.
Repeatedly telling himself to calm down, Coulson finally calmed down his blood pressure that was about to explode. Resisting the urge to curse, he forced out a smile and said, "Your Excellency Allen, how much do these modified guns and ammunition cost? Please give me a price. We will cover it all."
"I think five million US dollars is a very reasonable figure." Allen raised the corner of his mouth slightly and offered the price.
"US dollars?" Coulson was obviously stunned for a moment.
Allen nodded slightly. "That's right! Everything sold during the day can be settled in US dollars. After all, we also have to live and consume, and we need some of those small pieces of paper."
"No problem! I'll call the director right away to apply for funds."
Coulson had no intention of bargaining at all, and agreed just for fear that the other party would regret it.
In his opinion, these modified guns are more powerful than heavy artillery and aerial bombs. Not to mention the knowledge and technology contained in them, they can make a profit just by giving them to agents to carry out dangerous tasks.
After all, the price of a heavy artillery and aerial bomb is quite expensive, and they have extremely stringent requirements for vehicles and transportation.
But what about pistols and rifles?
It can be carried by one person.
When fire suppression is needed, one person can play the role of an artillery regiment and is simply the god of individual weapons.
Of course, the recoil problem needs to be solved first...