Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Mysterious One-Eyed Black Baldness

"Of course."

Insainte then stood up, nodded and said, "I have no intention of taking hostages, but you have to take care of your teammates, and if they have any excesses, I will not show mercy to them." ”

"Rest assured, they are all professional combatants, and even if they disagree with it, they will never disobey orders."

After Phil Coulson gave a reassurance, he held down the headset and issued a series of orders, and the other special service team, which was the backup, then walked into the store in a disarmed state, and packed up their unconscious companions and the guns scattered on the ground.

Afterwards, Phil Coulson called Melinda May and said goodbye to Insente together: "Then we will go first, and we will contact you later." ”

"Wait!"

Insente stretched out his hand to stop them, pointed to the table that had been cut in half, and said, "First pay for my table." ”

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Phil Coulson looked at the table speechlessly: "That's your own destruction......"

"Don't make excuses!"

Insainte interrupted Coulson's argument and glared at him with a straight face: "Do you understand what it means to 'see the essence through the phenomenon'?" If it weren't for you, would my table be broken? Hurry up! Money! ”

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With a helpless expression, Phil Coulson took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a bill with a search: "Is it enough?" ”

"A hundred dollars? Are you kidding me? ”

Insainte snatched Coulson's wallet, opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: "Agent Coulson, you're too picky, aren't you?" Bring a hundred dollars with you when you go out? ”

"A hundred is a lot!"

Phil Coulson snatched his wallet back angrily, pouted and said, "At least enough to buy a table!" ”

"The plastic table is pretty much the same!"

Insente rolled his eyes: "You go!" Remember! You owe me a fine mahogany table! ”

"Your table isn't a red ......"

"Hurry up, let's wait for me to leave you for tea?"

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After driving away Coulson and Agent May, Insaint locked the storefront and pulled up the curtains to cut off the view from the outside.

"Boss!"

Lorna Lanshel, who walked down the stairs, ran over with an exclamation, helped up Insaint and said, "Are you okay?!" ”

"Shh

Yin Shengte made a silent gesture first, and then patted Lorna's shoulder, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'm just because of the continuous use of qigong, the recovery of qi can't keep up with the consumption, and the overdraft is too much, just rest for a while." ”

Hearing this, Lorna couldn't help but pout: "Boss, you are really, you have obviously held on until now, and you still have the heart to ask them for table money." ”

"What do you know?"

Insaint gave Lorna a disdainful look: "This is called a bluff!" I was already sweating profusely on my forehead, and they didn't suspect that I was out of strength, but they couldn't be sure, and if I showed the slightest urgency to let them go, that Coulson would immediately turn his face! ”

"But ......"

Lorna gave a look of disbelief: "Haven't you already made peace?" ”

"Huh!"

Insainte sneered: "That's because Coulson believes that if I am forced to resist, I will definitely die!" Otherwise, I would have been handheld and taken away! ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Boss, in my opinion, your thoughts are too dark, right? That Agent Coulson, who seems to have a nice personality, I think he should be a good guy, not as insidious as you say. ”

"Haha, naΓ―ve little girl, don't make me laugh!"

"Hey! You're only a year older than me, and I'm going to be angry if you talk like that! ”

"Okay, okay, don't say it, help me to lie upstairs for a while, I really don't have the strength......"

"Humph! Boss, you are so heavy, I am just a naΓ―ve little girl, I can't do it! ”

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An hour later, there was an "absolutely non-existent" location on the map of the United States, the Trident headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Kunlun, Hand ......"

A bald black man wearing half a black blindfold covering the entire left eye socket, wearing a long black trench coat, sat behind a huge desk, stared at the two investigation reports in his hand with his only right eye, and muttered these two names: "They are starting to get restless again......

"Director, do you know them?"

Standing in front of the desk was a black suit, none other than Phil Coulson, who looked at the one-eyed black bald man with a surprised face: "Why have I never heard of it?" ”

"This is Level 8 Secret, beyond your authority."

The one-eyed black bald glanced at Coulson: "However, since you already know, then, I can tell you unambiguously that the information you have received is correct." ”

Coulson pursed his lips covertly, and said, "According to what Intent Te Lee said, there are any other peripheral forces in Kunlun, do you know anything about this?" ”

"He's not lying."

The one-eyed black bald nodded, and summarized it succinctly: "The True Pure Society, although the power is not as strong as the Hand Alliance, it should not be underestimated." ”

After that, the one-eyed black bald "hum" sneered: "Don't be confused by this name, the members of the 'True Pure Society' are all professional killers, and they can even be called dead soldiers, after all, the only reason for their existence is to destroy the Hand Clan, so although the number of people is much smaller than that of the Hand Clan, the danger level is not low at all." ”

"What about the 'Turtle Immortal Stream'? Although Yin Shengte didn't say it explicitly, whenever he mentioned Kunlun and the Hand Clan, he would always unconsciously reveal a sense of superiority, which showed that the power of the Turtle Immortal Stream would not be worse than them at least. ”

Hearing this, the one-eyed black bald showed an interested expression: "This is where it is interesting, as early as the last century, we already knew about the existence of Kunlun and the Hand Clan, and the name of the Turtle Immortal Stream, I only knew it from your mouth today." ”

Coulson raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, Director...... Because Saint is lying? There is no such thing as a turtle fairy stream at all? ”

"Nope."

The one-eyed black bald shook his head: "Since he knows so much about Kunlun and the secrets of the Hand Clan, he must also be from this circle, and he can't be an outsider, I think what he said is true, Guixian Liu is a completely hidden martial arts sect, and there is only one disciple in the world, and it is precisely because they are too low-key that we have never obtained information." ”

Hearing him say this, Coulson couldn't help but show a very surprised expression: "Oh, this is really strange, will you also trust people, Director?" ”

The one-eyed black bald snorted coldly, picked up the tactical tablet on the table, and looked at the scene on the screen where Insaint Te swung his qi blade again: "It's not that I believe him, but there is no other explanation than that." ”