New York, as the best developed city in the United States, outsiders may only see its prosperity and prosperity, but many people in the middle of it must know the shadows hidden in the middle of the city.

There is always a shadow under the sun, and there is always sin in the light, this is an eternal and immutable law.

Ears, on the other hand, grew up in New York, and he was naturally very aware of these hidden evils in unknown places, and he had experienced this darkness himself not long ago, and contributed his own strength to the elimination of this evil in the shadow.

His parents were shot dead by the gang leader, who had killed the sinful gang leader with his own hands not long ago.

Walking down the street after the rain had stopped, Earls's expression was particularly resolute as he bathed in the warm sun, because he had just made a promise to himself that he would fulfill for the rest of his life.

Beat the haze! Wipe out sin!

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Pedestrians on the streets of New York are still walking in a hurry, just like the eternal flow of time, which will never stop for a minute or a second because of a certain person or event.

It's just that in the past few tens of days, under the starlight of New York, there is a different kind of person who is active in various areas of the city.

Dressed in a leather black trench coat, the blurred face under the pitch-black hood that is difficult for everyone to see, mysterious and cold, makes many people frightened when they see it.

At the gate of the dilapidated factory, Earls turned around and walked towards the door after slashing the throat of a middle-aged white man in a black suit from a distance of more than ten meters.

Behind him, in the dilapidated factory in the dim and dim light, a sparse group of men in black uniforms fell.

"Hand Brother, Madame Gao, what will you do under the shadow of death?"

After saying this with a chuckle, Earles looked up at the half-moon in the night sky, and his body quickly blurred, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Shortly after Earls disappeared from the dilapidated factory, a young white man in civilian clothes took a file to an elevator to a floor in the middle of the headquarters building.

When the elevator opened, the young white man walked briskly to an office on the floor with his papers.

"Bang bang!"

In the very simple office, Coulson was frowning and looking at a document in his hand, when he heard a knock on the door, he quickly put down the document in his hand, turned his head and called out to the door: "Come in!" ”

With a "click", as the office door opened, a tough and handsome young man walked quickly in front of Coulson.

"Sir." The white youth first greeted Coulson symbolically.

"Waffle, what's the matter?" Looking up at the white youth, Coulson asked.

Hearing Coulson's question, the white young man hurriedly put the document in his hand on the desk, and answered for Coulson in a loud voice: "Sir, this is the information of the man in black who was active in New York to fight gang members that you asked me to investigate some time ago. ”

"The man in black who seems to have extraordinary powers?" Watching the movements of the white young Waffle and listening to his answer, Coulson couldn't help but ask again.

"Yes, sir." The white young man Waffle nodded.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Coulson nodded slightly, looked at the white young Waffle, and said again: "Okay, I know, you can go back first." ”

"Yes, sir." Waffle answered, then turned and walked towards the office door.

Coulson, who was still sitting in his chair, waited for the white youth to walk out, and then quickly turned his gaze to the stack of papers placed on the desk.

"A man in black with extraordinary strength to fight the gangsters in the dark night."

He muttered to himself as Coulson reached out and took the stack of papers on the table into his hand.

Quickly flipping through the stack of papers, which were only a dozen pages long, Coulson's eyes quickly swept over the words recorded in the documents.

Ten minutes later, when Coulson finished reading the stack of simple documents, he saw that his brows couldn't help but gradually wrinkle, and his face, which had been with a warm smile, also turned sharply and became serious.

"Earls Field, whose parents were shot dead by the gang leader, was sucked into a black crack like a black hole in the process of revenge, and appeared a few minutes later and killed William Smith, the gang leader who killed his parents, with extraordinary power, and then became active in New York at night, and wiped out many small and medium-sized gangsters, and now, he is facing the leader of the Hand Club, Mrs. Gao."

"The sudden appearance of a black crack, a sudden transcendent power."

After sorting out the most important contents of the document, Coulson's brow couldn't help but furrow even more, because from these fragments of information, he vaguely guessed something extraordinary.

"It seems that this man in black, Earls Field, is really not as simple as I thought, and something definitely happened in the process of him being sucked into the black crack that I can't imagine."

Frowning, Coulson's eyes were full of seriousness, and after slowly closing the document in his hand, he sat down in his chair and bowed his head in thought.

After looking down for less than a minute, Coulson quickly raised his head again, and a different kind of brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

"It seems that this matter needs to be mentioned to the director."

After muttering in a low voice, Coulson stood up, moved the chair behind him, and walked out of the office briskly with the papers handed over by the white young waffle.

Walking out of the office and boarding the elevator, Coulson quickly pressed the elevator button to the top floor.

After a dozen seconds, the elevator opened, and with a grim expression, Coulson walked briskly towards S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury's office again.

After knocking on the door and entering, Coulson walked to his desk, put down the papers in his hand, and turned to look at Nick Fury, who was wearing an eye patch.

Nick Fury immediately sensed his urgency from Coulson's frowning brow, and couldn't help but quickly ask, "Coulson, what's the matter?" ”

"Sir, you can take a look at this document first." Looking at Nick Fury, the black one-eyed dragon, Coulson reached out and pointed to the file he had placed on the table.

Glancing at Coulson, who had a serious face, Nick Fury did not hesitate for a moment, quickly reached out and picked up the document on the table, and opened the document with a little confusion......

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"The fish have been released, it depends on how much wind and waves you can stir up."

In the wizard's tower, Patch, who was lying on his back on a wicker chair, seemed to sense something, got up and stretched, and chuckled to himself as he looked out the window at the night sky.