The Old Gun Bar, a place that Daddy has been running for decades, was once known as a tavern in the entire Gotham Docklands, and because of the old-fashioned and serious owner, it can definitely be called the "cleanest" bar in the whole of Gotham, and there will be no messy drug X, and there will be no scantily clad strippers, everyone is here to have a drink and pass the time.

So Dad's business has been tepid, but recently due to some incidents, this bar has been closed for almost half a month, and now, inside the bar that has just been packaged by the workers into a large construction site, in the faint light, the four of them are having a special conversation.

Cyber looked left and right, two black muzzles pointed at his head very steadily, on the left was an indifferent tall man, on the right was an indifferent woman with the same skin color as him, with short black hair, with the slightly tighter combat uniform, looking heroic.

The most important thing is that Cyber smells a familiar smell from these two people... That's the smell that belonged to the one who used to be, that was the same person as him, at least the same as the one he was.

"I really hate the terrible security in Gotham!"

Cyber muttered, he raised his hands and threw Colt on the ground, but if you look closely, you can see that Cyber's eyes have narrowed in the dark, "Now if you go home casually, you can meet two well-trained gunmen and an uninvited guest that I have never seen at all?"

The man who walked up to him, not very tall, shrugged his shoulders and even reached out and patted him on the shoulder, as if to reassure him,

"All right, you and I both know we're coming, aren't we?"

Hearing this familiar words, Cyber frowned,

"Hell, I've never seen you!"

The man didn't answer the question, he waved his hand to both sides,

"All right, May, Rumlow, lay down your arms, Mr. Hawke is a smart man, and he doesn't need to be like this. ”

After speaking, he also turned his head to look at Cyber and asked with kindness,

"Right?"

Cyber bared his teeth, he took a deep breath, this guy in front of him was definitely the most difficult of the three, but there was no way, now he was a disadvantage, and the opponent didn't seem to intend to use violence, so he nodded.

"Of course, I'm smart, so I won't do anything that threatens my life, by the way, can you turn on the lights? I want to see who my guest really is, that's a gesture of kindness, right? Mr. Who?"

"Hmm... All right. ”

The very mild man in a black suit in front of him smiled, he waved his hand, and the cold woman walked to the wall and lit the lamp.

The lights were turned on, and Cyber saw the man in black in front of him, not tall, standing there just in time to face with Cyber, this guy was very capable, wearing a gray-blue suit, a white shirt, and a pair of big sunglasses in the pocket of the suit, his expression was very gentle, his eyes were full of wisdom, there was a strong affinity, and the hairline on both sides of him was very high, and it looked like he was a little bald.

Overall, this is a person who can easily become friends with others, but the more this happens, the more wary Cyber becomes, and the guy in front of him reminds him of some of his former "colleagues", the "jackals" who can pry open the deepest secrets of the most vicious criminals in a matter of hours.

"Phil Coulson, I'm from New York, and I'm here for you. ”

Coulson stretched out his hand, and Cyber looked at his left hand, his hands raised above his head, his face full of indifference, which made Coulson a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was fleeting, and his hand turned to the other side,

"Sit down, Seber, we have something to talk about. ”

For this invitation, Cyber did not refuse, when the situation is completely controlled by the opponent, doing what they say is the best course of action, even if the two guys behind him have put down the pistol, but Cyber can be sure that if they have aggressive movements, they will beat themselves into a sieve within 2 seconds.

Those are two tough guys to deal with... The kind that is very difficult to deal with.

He sat at the bar, his left arm resting on the knife-stained wooden cabinet, facing Coulson across from him, who always had a smile on his face, and only then did Cyber have time to look at the other two.

First of all, the black-haired man standing at his side, 1.9 tall, looked like a half-breed, with the characteristic deep eye sockets of Europeans, slightly longer hair, he was wearing a black combat uniform, standing in the middle of the hall in a standard military stride posture, his legs were wrapped around the sides of two gun clips, and he had a communicator in his ears, if Cyber guessed correctly, this guy had at least 3 daggers hidden on his body in addition to the weapons on the surface, and maybe a small grenade or something.

But he... To be honest, it's not that difficult to deal with, such a guy with a military style, even if he becomes an agent, he will not be a good agent, they naturally lack a flexible autonomy, and they will be good subordinates, but among the 3 people, this guy gives Cyber the least threat, especially after stimulating the self-healing ability in the body, Cyber is 6% sure that he can do him at 1V1.

But the woman, the woman who looked about the same as his former compatriots, between 1.7 and 1.8, with black hair that was half long and not short, and very much in line with the aesthetic appearance of Westerners, must have looked good when she smiled, but unfortunately she always had a cold face, and she stood behind Coulson, looking at the big boy in front of her with a kind of scrutinizing gaze.

She and Coulson are supposed to be friends, they have a special kind of intimacy, and most importantly, this woman feels dangerous to Cyber!

The extraordinary danger does not come from her appearance, but from a feeling that there should be other secrets in her.

"Who are you?"

Cyber glanced at the red drink that was in Coulson's hand, then looked up at him, who reached out and rummaged through the lining of his suit, pulled out a piece of paper, and shook it in front of Cyber's eyes, it was a black and white eagle surrounded by circles of letters.

"Well, we have a lot of names, and now the most commonly used one is the "Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau"..."

Coulson placed the black document on the table and uttered a series of intricate names, and after seeing the impatience that flashed in Cyber's eyes, he coughed lightly,

"Well, you've probably heard of our name from Klein, S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"Huh"

Cyber's squinted eyes opened instantly, and when Klein spoke to him, he was sure that there was no one around, how did the person in front of him know?

His shock was captured by Coulson, who smiled at him, picked up the red drink he had in hand, and took a pleasant sip.

"Well, it looks like you know who we are, so let's get down to business. ”

Coulson's expression became serious, "Give us the recipe for the fear gas you got from Klein! This kind of thing that can cause a big mess in an instant can't be held in the hands of a stowaway with serious violent tendencies and unknown origin, you're a smart man, Cyber, you know what to do, right?"

"So Mr. S.H.I.E.L.D., who likes to drink watermelon juice, do you think a person with serious violent tendencies would give it to you so easily?"

Cyber pursed his lips and propped his head up with one hand, looking at Coulson, his other hand groping for the edge of the counter, and sure enough, a gun hidden there was gone.

"You're looking for this, aren't you?"

Coulson's left hand shook, and a well-maintained M9 spun in the palm of his hand, and then it was placed on the table, Coulson pressed it with one finger, and slid it to Cyber,

"Frankly, this can't protect you, you have to understand something, Cyber, I'm not here just because of you, you're lucky, I don't usually care about him for this kind of trivial matter, and if my other colleagues come over, maybe this place will become a gunfight battlefield, no one wants what happened on the narrow island three days ago to happen again, it won't be good for you or me. ”

After saying that, Coulson took a deep breath, leaned forward, and lowered his voice.

"And you give it to me, and I have a message that is relevant to you, and you're absolutely interested, fair trade, you and I both like this exchange, don't we?"

Coulson's voice is very sincere, making people unconsciously want to be convinced, voice, expression, and even after the combination of *** secret, you can arbitrarily change your first impression in other people's hearts, he has never done this kind of thing, but he has seen it more than once.

Coulson couldn't fool him yet.

"Well, I promise you! That box is in the second drawer of the desk in the first room on the third floor on the left-hand side, and I think you'll be able to find it, why not?"

Cyber took the M9 and kept it handy, he wasn't deceived by Coulson, but he wasn't going to turn down his offer either, he hated this kind of thing that he didn't have a choice, but it was at this point, and he had to find a way to regain some initiative.

Coulson cracked his mouth and smiled, he gave the strong man a color, he turned and walked up to the third floor, and then Coulson said to Cyber in a tone between old friends,

"We don't do that kind of thing, personal property is sacrosanct, isn't it?"

He took a sip of watermelon juice, looking at Cyber's disbelieving expression, he shrugged his shoulders, "Especially a person with such a thing as fear gas in his hand, experience tells us that it's best not to rummage through his things at will, by the way, the suit of armor you put in the basement is good, it fits my aesthetics!"

Cyber's fingers tapped on the table for a moment, but then danced softly.

"If you like it, by the way, are you going to intervene in the Narrow Island incident? or are you going to arrest me? or simply..."

"Bang"

Cyber put his two fingers together and put them on his temples, mimicking a gunshot with his voice, Coulson has been creating an atmosphere of fair conversation, Cyber did as he wanted, and asked plainly, and in the face of this question, Coulson was not surprised, he put the watermelon juice in his hand aside, and put his hands on his knees,

"How so? Those are bad guys, aren't they?"

The agent smiled like a child, and he winked at Cyber, "There are many unstable factors in this world, the Shadow Warrior Alliance is one of them, this country is huge, even S.H.I.E.L.D. can't control the overall situation, we welcome some heroes who stand up for justice against them, but anyway, the trouble they will cause, it's not our turn to deal with it." ”

In the end, Coulson ended the issue with one sentence.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. deals with more complex, worse, incomprehensible and hard-to-reach events for ordinary people, such as you, mutant Cyber Hawke!"