Quinjet turned a corner in the air, and Coulson felt helpless. Forty-five minutes later, Quinjet landed vertically on the grass next to the Hudson River.
The black car is already on standby.
"Sir."
The driver is a young handsome guy named Grant. Ward, Coulson is a promising agent, a level six agent. As long as he doesn't make any mistakes, Grant will become S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest Level 7 Agent before he turns thirty.
"Why is it you?" Coulson It's a bit strange. Generally speaking, those who are temporarily hired as drivers are usually new agents.
"Originally it was Kurt's job, so I came here voluntarily."
"Then what?"
"What then?" Grant was a little confused.
"I mean, you have to explain why you came here voluntarily." Coulson was a little speechless. Even if others can't, most people will take the initiative to explain.
Grant ranks among the best in all skill evaluations, but he is not good at teamwork and his fiery personality often causes excessive force during missions.
"Oh, I was injured last time and took a week's rest. I want to get out and do some exercise. Sir, is there a combat mission next?" Speaking of combat missions, Grant's eyes clearly lit up, which is completely in line with his personality.
In fact, Grant was discovered and trained by the eighth-level agent John·Garrett. John. Garrett's true identity is the Hydra spy, and Grant naturally became the Hydra agent.
Of course, Grant cannot simply want to exercise. He was ordered to get close to Coulson, and he is currently in the stage of improving his favorability.
"Okay, let's drive." Coulson didn't think too much. Firstly, he was too tired. Secondly, Grant gave him the impression that he was relatively unpretentious.
Coulson reported the address of Mike. He was very worried along the way, thinking about what Mike said before.
"Mike has a physique that attracts trouble, why hasn't it stopped?" Coulson muttered, his head hurting.
"What did you say, sir?"
"No, I said to myself, don't worry about it."
"Oh." Grant kept the name Mike in his mind and planned to check what happened when he had time.
Ten minutes later, Coulson arrived outside Hell's Kitchen and Mike supermarkets.
"Wait for me in the car..." Coulson ordered.
"Yes."
Grant answered, thinking: If Mike was just an ordinary person, Coulson would take him there with him.
I pay more and more attention to Mike in my heart.
Turn on the computer, Grant queries the Mike file through the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, and finds that the permissions are insufficient.
"Oops, if the permission of the queried file is not enough, not only will the query record be left, but also an alarm will be triggered." After hesitating, Grant contacted his adoptive father, mentor and superior - John. Garrett, explaining the specific situation.
John. Garrett is an eighth-level agent, but as Hydra's important agent in S.H.I.E.L.D., he can do far more than the eighth-level agent permission.
"Mike..."
Garrett muttered this name, "I've heard it a bit too frequently recently. It seems like I need to try to get in touch. It would be best if I can recruit him. If not... at least he can't be used by Nick. Fury."
After ending the communication, Grant looked through the window and found that the street was very quiet. There were gangsters snooping in the distance, but no one came close. "Strange, didn't Hell's Kitchen say it was very chaotic at night?"
Mike saw the haggard face and said with concern, "The face is dull, the eyes are bloodshot, the circles are dark, the lips are white... Tsk tsk, Coulson, you are not good in this state, you are showing signs of sudden death. You should pay attention to rest. Alas, a man is forty years old, and he can't do it without wolfberry."
Are you sure this is concern and not a vicious curse?
Besides, who's the reason for not being able to have a good rest?
Skye came over and asked, "Coffee, or tea?"
Coulson immediately put away his scowl and became polite. "Coffee, thank you."
After Skye left, Coulson asked, "New employee?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Pretend, you continue to pretend, suddenly there is someone around me, you didn't investigate, what kind of international joke are you kidding! Skye has cracked S.H.I.E.L.D.'s RSA encryption system, you have been observing her, right?"
"Cough, cough!" Coulson's face showed the embarrassment of being exposed.
Mike continued, "If S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to recruit Skye, just give up on it, I won't agree."
Coulson: "Skye's situation is more complicated... and whether to join S.H.I.E.L.D. or not depends on Skye's own wishes. Are you still a male chauvinist?"
Mike did not argue with Coulson, but just sneered.
"Okay, okay, we'll talk about Skye later." Coulson didn't want to get into trouble with Mike, "Tell me what you said before?"
"The Continental Hotel, do you know?" Mike asked.
"Know."
"How much do you know?"
"You should know, you know everything you can know. Don't underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence capabilities..."
"It's best this way. It's easier to explain."
Next Mike talked about how he killed Bullseye at the Continental Hotel.
Coulson knew that Bullseye, Hawkeye, that is, Clint. Barton, once pursued him, and they were evenly matched. Unexpectedly, he was killed by Mike. Coulson was very smart and did not say anything like "murder is illegal."
"So, Bullseye is the killer who killed you?"
"That's right. He exposed his secret when he assassinated Pepper."
"It's impossible for him to stay in the Continental Hotel for the rest of his life without coming out. You can wait."
"A gentleman takes revenge every ten years, and a villain takes revenge from morning to night. Every second he lives, I feel uncomfortable every second. Do I look like the kind of person who makes trouble for myself?"
They all call themselves "villains", what can Coulson say?
Mike continued, "These killers are definitely not kind people, most of them are wanted criminals. I thought, you helped me once before, and I have to repay the favor, so I thought of you, you must be quite loyal."
Coulson squinted. "You just want someone to wipe your butt. Don't say it so nicely."
After checking the database, it turned out that all of these people had felony convictions, and some were currently wanted criminals.
"The most troublesome thing is these two people." Coulson called up the information of two Mutants, "They are people from Brotherhood. Brotherhood..."
"I know Brotherhood." Mike didn't let Coulson continue talking. Brotherhood, Magneto established The biggest problem with the Mutants organization is that there is a mixed bag of good and bad. As long as it is Mutants, we will accept it. There are many criminals mixed in, causing the public to have a very bad impression of Brotherhood.
Finally Coulson asked, "Do you need support?"
"No need." Mike said seriously, "I'm not polite, but I'm afraid that your people will hold me back, so just clean up the floor afterwards."
Coulson: o(`ω*)o.
Good intentions are treated as a donkey's liver and lungs^
Shivering!
But there is one thing, Coulson cannot miss the opportunity to watch Mike's ability. According to Black Widow, Mike seems to have used a new ability.
I haven't figured out the previous abilities yet, and adding a new one... is too much.
Suddenly Coulson asked seemingly unintentionally, "Mike What is your super power?"
"Want to know?"
"Hmm."
"I can tell you."
"Ah!"
Coulson was shocked. He didn't expect Mike to be so cheerful.