Mid- to High-Level Agents Brawl on the Spot

When the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents led by Fury and the Hydra faction led by Pierce heard the sounds of fighting next door and rushed into the office together,

they witnessed the spectacle of comrades turning on each other.

Fury and Pierce's faces darkened almost simultaneously.

One was Level Six, the other Level Seven—both backbone personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D. (Hydra). Why were the two of them fighting and wrestling on the spot like teenage brats who had downed half a bottle of whiskey?

Did S.H.I.E.L.D. (Hydra) not care about its reputation???

Jack, who had been grabbing Garrett by the hair, saw Fury and the others watching while Hawkeye prepared to pull them apart. He let go first, sprang to his feet at lightning speed, and immediately beat Garrett to the accusation.

"Level Six Agent Jack Wilson reporting to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"Agent Ward's handler, Garrett, maliciously attacked a Level Six S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and deputy director of the New York City branch because Agent Ward hung my photograph in his room, replacing Captain America's previous portrait."

Fury: "..."

Pierce: "..."

Senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents: "..."

Fury, who had thought something serious had happened, wordlessly rubbed his forehead.

Pierce, meanwhile, questioned his soul deep down, wondering whether he needed to straighten out the new generation of Hydra and restore their World War II-era style of conduct.

Otherwise, Hydra's foundation might be ruined in his hands!!!

A bunch of rebellious traitors!!!

Aside from Coulson, who burst out laughing on the spot, everyone else collectively looked up at the ceiling.

Garrett climbed back to his feet, glaring furiously as he tried to pounce on Jack again, only to be stopped by the prepared Hawkeye.

"Hey, buddy, a handler's duties do not include interfering with the normal personal admiration of the person under his supervision. Agent Ward is a mentally mature agent who has passed every S.H.I.E.L.D. assessment. I believe he has his own reasons for his decision."

"If you think there is a problem with that admiration, you can continue reporting it up the chain. A professional team will handle Ward's psychological evaluation."

"As for the stupid decision to use violence, I think you, Garrett, might not necessarily be able to beat the man who can lift that hammer. He was clearly going easy on you just now."

Garrett turned a deaf ear to Hawkeye and had no intention of explaining himself.

After all, he could not admit in front of everyone that he was Hydra, Ward was Hydra, and Jack was Hydra too.

The reason he was so furious was that they were all clearly Hydra. Jack Wilson might have risen quickly through S.H.I.E.L.D. despite his young age, and after just one more promotion, he would be Garrett's equal.

But on Hydra's side, who the hell was Jack?

He had sent Ward to make face-to-face contact with Jack, yet this bastard had developed ambitions of seizing power and wanted to poach the person Garrett had painstakingly raised since childhood?

Did Jack know that Ward had been following Garrett since he was only a few years old?!

Yet in less than a week, this bastard had made Ward start admiring him!

A scheming bastard!

Damn it!

Jack looked at the still unconvinced Garrett and ignored him with silence.

Now that the two big shots had arrived, they definitely could not continue fighting. Besides, if he accidentally killed Garrett, he might lose Evil Points, so he would spare Garrett's life today.

After thinking for half a minute, Fury said to the two of them, "You will each receive one demerit. If either of you does this again, I'll send one of you to the African desert and the other to the Beijing office."

"I believe eating sand and being targeted by the Spear Bureau every day will teach you both a lesson."

At the mention of the Spear Bureau's Beijing office, Jack and Garrett shuddered at the same time. That place was simply not fit for human habitation.

If you were a seasoned slacker who knew the regulations of both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Spear Bureau by heart and could accept twenty-four-hour surveillance from the Spear Bureau, then you could live quite comfortably there.

But if you had ambitions and wanted to leave the Beijing office through hard work,

then congratulations...

The Spear Bureau's entrapment operations were waiting for you.

Spear Bureau agents loved using S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to pad their annual performance targets.

According to well-informed people within the agency, once, an agent exiled to the Beijing office got drunk in Fengtai District, went to Xicheng District to cause a drunken scene, and was finally arrested in Chaoyang District.

The local police station had held the drunk agent for less than ten minutes when the chief received calls from Spear Bureau branches in Beijing, the surrounding two cities, and beyond.

The content was more or less...

"Hello! Chief Wang! This is Team X! Team X from the Spear Bureau! I heard you've got a drunk and disorderly S.H.I.E.L.D. agent over there? I'm still short one special-person crime quota for my year-end assessment. Let me take him, and I'll handle getting your daughter into the Beijing Mutant Vocational Technical College!"

"Hello? Is this Captain Wang? I'm the little brother of a friend of the nephew of your superior, Director X. We're the Spear Bureau's plainclothes unit. We heard you have a drunk and disorderly S.H.I.E.L.D. agent there. Hey, I won't ask for your help for nothing! I heard your son..."

"Hello? Is this XXX Police Station? This is the Spear Bureau..."

After several calls, seven or eight teams of Spear Bureau agents had come for their annual assessment targets over one drunk and disorderly S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Those hundreds of people had nearly started fighting right outside the police station.

The reason was that while everyone was discussing how to divide up the guy, some clever fellow from one team tried to turn the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent...

So, being exiled to Africa to eat sand, or being sent to the Beijing office and watched by a pack of Spear Bureau agents eager to use you for their quotas—

that counted as an extremely, extremely, extremely, extremely severe warning within S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Reporting, Director! Next time, I'll try my best to stay away from Garrett and prevent him from attempting another suicide attack!" Jack declared righteously.

Garrett glared at Jack, then put on the proper bearing of an agent and promised that this would not happen again.

But when their eyes met again, the sparks in the air still made everyone's mouths twitch violently.

As Jack's handler, Sitwell looked at his subordinate with a headache.

When he had taken Jack over from his previous handler, he had known Jack was ambitious. Otherwise, who could rise from Level Two all the way to Level Six in just three years?

Ambition was not a bad thing in Hydra, but trying to poach someone else's people was a little shameless.

And most importantly... I, Sitwell, am your handler!!!

All of Hydra knows I'm the one backing you!!!

Now that you've stolen Garrett's subordinate, won't everyone think I want to clash with Garrett too!!!

As if he sensed Sitwell looking at him, Garrett glared at Sitwell. The warning in his eyes filled Sitwell's mouth with bitterness.

It's over. Garrett definitely thinks I've been pulling strings behind the scenes...