Chapter 2039: Old friends reunion

　　　　 Watching the middle-aged man leave and leave, Wade generously invited everyone in the bar to have a drink, but Su Ming had no intention of rubbing the glass of inferior drink. He took Daisy and got up and left.
　　 The middle-aged man did not rush to act, and Su Ming did not rush to push his cousin to change.
　　 Anyway, he is on vacation now, and all aspects have been arranged. He doesn't want to mix with other things in a short time, let alone the punisher who drinks in another corner of the bar is always on guard.
　　I was stared at, and I didn’t drink well.
"I'll walk you home?"
　　 He asked Daisy next to him that it was a bit cold in the early autumn night. When he came out of the bustling bar in the middle of the night, the silent street in the distance came into view.
　　 "Huh...huh?" The female doctoral student looked at a street corner and whispered, "Why is there another middle-aged man with hair loss?"
　　 "Oh, this one is also an acquaintance, let me see what they said." When Su Ming saw the luxurious red coupe, he knew who was coming, and dragged Daisy to fall into the two of them.
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　　 "Agent Misha, do you have time to find a place to have a drink and sit down and chat?"
　　The middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat was driving slowly, and he smiled and asked the short man walking on the side of the road.
　　 The short and thin bald man responded with an almost identical smile and politely refused: "No, Coulson, the task is on hand. If you want to invite me to drink next time, we can make another appointment."
"It's Coleson, you really speak British English after you go to Canada, do you have a chance to meet the queen?" Coleson smiled and satirized the other party's pronunciation. He really likes to be polite. But the other party is not worthy.
　　 This short guy, strictly speaking, he is the chief student of Coleson's agent in the same class, and he is very strong in all aspects of agent skills.
　　 But after graduating from SHIELD Academy, he secretly contacted the Canadian military and left.
　　 Strictly speaking, this is an act of rebellion. The Black Widow will clean him up. However, the United States and Canada are allies that have signed the Mutual Defense Agreement. The nature of this incident is not a rebellion, but ‘self-employment’.
　　 I don’t know what transactions the people above did afterwards. This case, which was so riotous in the past, has been reduced to major events and minor events.
　　 Later, Coleson heard that Mishaw had been in the north and became the leader of some secret department. After all, Canada had no professional agents who could deal with supernatural events before that.
　　Mi Xiao’s rebellion not only brought Red Maple Leaf’s advanced concepts and training methods to SHIELD, but also a lot of intelligence in his mind.
　　 Strictly speaking, this incident was a joint venture between the Canadian and American military to pit SHIELD. At the time, Howard Stark was not good at politics and conspiracy and suffered this loss.
　　 The most annoying thing is that this guy also copied Coleson's smile. Looking at his face, although it looks different from the original, it feels like looking in a mirror to Coleson himself.
　　 The same business smile.
"Thank you for your kindness, Coleson, you have always been so good. I was originally a Canadian. I returned to China just to serve my motherland." Mishaw didn't care a little bit of irony at all. He turned and nodded at the driving classmate, carrying one The silver box moves forward quickly: "You don't need to go around in circles. You don't need to report to S.H.I.E.L.D. for the actions of Department K. If you have any comments, please contact your country's defense minister.
　　 Coleson gritted his teeth secretly, but his smile remained undiminished:
　　 "I will do that, but if you don't answer my question, you will be killed in the next second because of the ‘stray bullets in the streets when gangs are fighting.’ I think that’s something we all don’t want to see."
　　Mishaw stopped, not because of how beautiful Coleson’s language was and how powerful the threat was, but because he saw a small red dot on his tie.
　　 The red dot was on his stomach at first, because he was short, and he had the habit of tying his tie into his waistband.
　　 But in the next second, this red dot went all the way up to the heart position.
"Sniper? I saw someone quietly dying in the bar, and I knew that the black widow came at me. But I need to remind you that there are a lot of people who know that I come here, and they all know that I can't be ridiculous. The reason is dead."
　　 Coleson got out of the car, leaned on the door leisurely, and said with a smile:
"I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Maybe a child is shining at you with a laser flashlight. Since you’re willing to stop talking, let’s start now. But there’s one thing you’re right. Drink alcohol. After all, I Also on duty."
　　The dwarf agent still smiled indifferently: "Although I am not afraid of death, I don't want to die meaninglessly, please ask, old classmate, if I can answer the question, I will naturally answer you."
　　 The two agents who had the same hair loss and smiled face to face and began to communicate.
　　 "What are you doing in America? It's also a place where superpowers like Hell's Kitchen are particularly dense."
　　 Colson was not at all ambiguous. Not only did he ask questions, he also secretly pressed his watch to turn on the recording function.
　　 "You should ask the U.S. military about this question, if they can tell you." Mishaw held up his hand and stood straight on the street, neither humble nor overbearing.
　　 Agent Coleson thought about it:
　　 "Have you seen any monsters tonight? They were active nearby."
　　 "Monsters? No, there are a lot of freaks."
　　Mishaw turned sideways and tilted his neck, letting Coleson look to the bar for himself. The people who drank too much and got hilarious went crazy near the entrance of the store. All those guys were freaks.
　　 If they are not, their children will be, and drugs and alcohol will degrade their genetics.
"I'll repeat my question again." Coleson smiled and put his hand into his arms, connected to Fury's communication and let the director listen: "Did you see a bright yellow, square, square, like it is A large sponge-like creature is acting on the streets? By the way, it has anthropomorphic funny facial features."
　　 "Hehe, your sense of humor is really getting stronger, Coleson."
　　Mi Xiao smiled and shook his head. How could there be a walking sponge in this world?
"I guess you saw a cartoon character walked into the bar where I was through the monitoring device, but unfortunately, if I were you, I would go back to report to my superiors and initiate a check on cyber hackers to keep up with the times, old friends. ."
　　 Coleson was silent for a while, actually waiting for Fury's order, and then asked: "That sponge monster killed two gangs, about seventy or eighty people, you can remember it, about an hour ago."
"Forty minutes ago, a man wearing a skull T-shirt entered the bar. He smelled of gunpowder and blood. His stride can be seen from a military background, and his face is very vigilant. He should be on guard. , I suggest you catch him."
　　Mi Xiao immediately recalled the punisher. Although he did not know the man, extracting from his memory what he observed at the time and analyzing it was just a basic skill for the agent.
　　 "...... Nice to meet you~EbookFREE.me~Mi Xiao, good night."
　　 Coleson was silent for a moment, and got the order from Fury to give up the task.
　　 The white skull and black T-shirt is the punisher, and Fury immediately mobilized his authority to wipe the of his old comrades.
　　 Coleson turned and got in the car and got ready to leave. Not far away, on the roof of the building, a red-haired woman in a black tight leather jacket also held a sniper rifle, slid down against the wall, and got into the co-pilot of the convertible car.
"I'm also very happy to meet my old friend, but next time it's better not to arrange a gunman. Good night, I'm going back to the embassy." Mishaw still smiled and waved his hand to Coleson politely, ready to carry it. Leave with the box.
　　 Coleson lowered his voice as he drove past him: "Remind you, don't touch the mutants in New York, or the old man in my family is very upset."
　　 "Hmm, don't worry, this time I'm just here to deal with some ordinary people." The dwarf stood on the spot to recycle and bid farewell, then turned around and drilled the alley, disappearing without a trace.
　　 Coleson silently looked at the direction where the opponent was leaving, speechless for a long time.
　　 The two bald men were immersed in their past grievances and their current missions. No one noticed. The black widow on the co-pilot just turned her head secretly and winked mischievously in the darkness behind her.
　　
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