Leaving the two gazing deeply at each other alone, Colonel Phillips came over to Chen Mo. Looking up at Chen Mo's tall, upright figure and stern face, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew more pronounced.
"Why did it take you so long to get back, kid? That's not like you."
Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.
"It was all because of those HYDRA junk tanks."
As Chen Mo spoke, he pointed behind him. The captured tanks and armored cars were parked in the open space of the camp, surrounded by a large group of soldiers who pointed and discussed them. These HYDRA weapons were clearly far more advanced and powerful than their own.
Colonel Phillips rolled his eyes at that and said irritably, "You're the only one who'd dare call these things junk. Why don't you build me something better, then?"
Chen Mo shrugged.
"You should be asking Howard that. Equipment development is his job. I'm only responsible for fighting."
Colonel Phillips glared at him angrily, but there was nothing he could do. Though he was nominally the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Chen Mo was the most outstanding among them. Coupled with his unique charisma, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s core members all admired and valued him greatly, and they all got along especially well with him.
Within S.H.I.E.L.D., Chen Mo's influence and authority even surpassed his own. Sometimes, he suspected that if Chen Mo had not proposed him as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director and they had voted instead, Chen Mo would likely have been elected unanimously. Yes, unanimously—even with his own vote.
He had always held Chen Mo in high regard. His strength, intelligence, talent, and way of doing things were all beyond reproach.
Colonel Phillips had long made up his mind that, in a few more years, once Chen Mo had been