"Some guy in an SUV wants to come in. Is he connected to you, Tony Stark?!"
Miao Mu came back from outside the villa carrying a pile of stuff. He had been wandering around these past few days, seeing if he could stumble across any bargains.
The result was that he had bought a whole bunch of things. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. was pretty useless in the movies, in reality, it was downright terrifying.
Anything even remotely unusual was seized and sealed away first, with the paperwork dealt with afterward. If not for the fact that they still needed to stay here for a while—
Miao Mu really wanted to call Deathstroke over and crack open S.H.I.E.L.D.'s warehouses. Who knew how many good things were inside?
"An SUV? Don't tell me it's Rhodey?"
Tony Stark snapped back to his senses and pulled up the surveillance feed at the entrance.
He did not know the man. He was a stranger in a suit, looking like some company salesman—possibly a reporter in disguise.
He was not Tony's best friend, his good brother, the Black colonel James Rhodes. It was not that Tony was racist.
He simply looked down on everyone who was not his friend.
"Phil Coulson. Level Eight S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Other information unknown. I need a little more access," Batman said.
"Pfft!"
Miao Mu, who had been drinking water, sprayed it out in one mouthful. He had not recognized the man standing right in front of him, yet Batman had already looked him up?
"You didn't hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database, did you?"
Miao Mu asked in disbelief.
Batman said nothing and remained silent. He had merely made a quiet backup of whatever information he could find.
"Damn. The day we become six-star wanted criminals, it'll probably be because of you." Miao Mu helplessly