Phil. Coulson's face was full of sorrow, and if it weren't for the high-end suit issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., it was no different from a middle-aged homeless man who was unemployed and had his divorced wife robbed of all his possessions.

He got out of the car and looked at the already completely unfamiliar town of Lahitas. The whole town has disappeared, demolished and replaced by a factory and a meadow as far as the eye can see.

A long wooden fence encloses the vast farm, suggesting that it is private land ahead.

Phil. Coulson's open hands felt the fresh air blowing from the meadow. The cool breeze carries the fresh aroma of grass, and after inhaling it into the lungs, it makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

He found the air exceptionally fresh and refreshing.

In order to carry out the mission, Phil. Coulson has traveled almost all over the world, and even then, there are few places in his mind where the air is better.

A thought flashed through his mind, maybe after retirement, he could consider using his savings to buy a farm for retirement.

"I don't even know this place anymore."

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent lamented that he had dug three feet into the nearby desert in an attempt to find the mysterious ape. If it weren't for GPS positioning, he would have thought he was in the wrong place.

"Let's go, let's get to the bottom of that Cade."

S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't let Cade's presence in New York City take a moment to go. In the eyes of Natasha, who was like a torch, there were still many doubts on his body that could not be explained. Nick. After Fury reviewed her report, he put Phil on the run. Coulson sent it.

After all, Agent Coulson had been on a mission in the desert for a long time, and he had already learned his way. His goal is not to arrest Cade, but to determine Tessa's status and find out the details of Cade.

Phil. Coulson stepped forward and rang the doorbell by the door. With a click, the intercom next to the doorbell was connected.

"Hello, this is Lahitas Farm, who are you looking for?"

Cade's voice rang out on the other end of the intercom.

"I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and we have some questions for Tessa, Mr. Iger."

Phil. Coulson said. He could hear the breathing on the other end of the intercom suddenly becoming a little shorter.

"Uh... Good... I'll come over here. ”

Phil. Coulson hung up the walkie-talkie and waited quietly for Cade to arrive.

It was a long time before they saw a brand-new Ford F150 Raptor pickup truck come into view. Cade got out of the car and opened the gate of the farm.

He looked at Phil with a wary gaze. Coulson and his party.

"What do you want to know?"

Phil. Coulson shook his hand, a harmless smile on his face.

"Don't worry, Mr. Iger, we're all Bob's colleagues, and the investigation is just routine."

Cade was only able to drive two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents into the farm.

Along the way, the lush alfalfa undulates like a wave, dotted with purple alfalfa flowers. From time to time, you can see the cattle leisurely grazing on the grass.

Phil. Although Coulson did not understand the work on the farm, he knew that the cattle in the herd were shiny and smooth, their fur was shiny, and the smooth contours of their muscles could be seen as they walked, and he knew that these cattle were carefully raised, and all of them were very valuable.

Could it be that Cade is really just an ordinary farmer, that Clarke. Kent is also just an ordinary investor?

Phil. Doubts arose in Coulson's mind, and his previous speculation was somewhat shaken. The state of the herd cannot be deceived, and it takes a lot of energy to raise such a large herd of cattle, and if the farm is just a cover for money laundering, just raise some cattle to deal with the fools of the FBI and the IRS.

"It's Angus cows, you can't recognize them, only our farm can raise these cows so well. Not only Austin, but also fine dining restaurants in New York and Los Angeles come to our farm to buy beef. ”

Cade. Eagle said with some pride.

The farm's flagship product was originally the vegetable patch, with tomatoes, Brussels sprouts and basil being especially popular. The purchasing staff of the restaurant saw that there were still beef cattle on the farm and they were in good condition, so they tried to purchase a small amount. The quality of the beef on the farm is unexpectedly good. The oil is evenly distributed, and the lean meat and fat are skillfully intertwined, resulting in a very delicate, tender and juicy meat that can be called the best Angus cattle.

These cattle live under the noses of Kakarot and a group of carnivorous beasts, and almost every day they exercise several times more than ordinary beef cattle, and the high-quality alfalfa grown by the eclipse is naturally excellent.

Recently, due to the pure spirit qi escaping from the Star Tribulation, the meat quality of the cattle has further trended.

Now, having satisfied the appetite of Broly, Kakarot, Cade has chosen to sell beef in small quantities, earning more than vegetables in a very short period of time.

Broly's concept of money is that it is enough to divide most of the farm's income.

This month, almost every killer received more than 10,000 wages and dividends, nearly 20,000 for some of the serious work, and 30,000 for the solar eclipse, which has exceeded their previous income as killers.

In the Mexican gangs, the leaders of the middle and upper echelons naturally spend their days drinking and making money. But these lower-class killers are different, with a meager income, and only receive a sum of money to sell their lives when there is a gang conflict. Some people even have to live with their girlfriends or mothers because they can't afford to pay the rent.

After crossing the meadows, there is a sparkling artificial lake and patches of rice paddies. A few helpers are tending to the rice fields in the middle of the rice fields, and further away are vegetable gardens and orchards, which are peaceful and vibrant.

Phil. Coulson recognized the helpers as Mexican. This is the U.S.-Mexico border, and it's not uncommon for a few Mexicans to be smuggled on the farm. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not an immigration bureau, and it is too lazy to meddle with this matter.

The pickup stopped in front of an exquisite villa.

"Daddy!"

Tessa frowned as she looked at the two agents who got out of the car. Because of the cross-species gene transplant project, she has already dealt with S.H.I.E.L.D. a lot.

"Don't worry, Tessa, we need to ask some very simple questions."

Phil. Coulson looked at the treadmill placed outside the villa, his attention was attracted by the iron cage on the treadmill, and asked Cade with some curiosity:

"What is this? Is it the torture instrument you use against those lazy laborers? ”

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