Night, Pacific Ocean.

The storm brewed at the end of the horizon, and the dark cumulus clouds pressed down the sky for a few minutes, and the rain fell like a light veil, wetting the petrel's pale wings.

A crimson helicopter came from afar, hovering in mid-air, its propellers spinning rapidly, stirring up the fishy sea breeze.

The helicopter hovered silently, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sea below was separated.

Just as Moses in the religious texts parted the Red Sea with his rod, tens of millions of tons of sea water were dispersed in a few breaths, and a huge cylindrical steel platform slowly rose from the surface of the sea, like the Tower of Babel that reached through the sky.

The searchlights at the edge of the platform stand out in the dark, guiding the helicopters in the sky.

In the center of the steel platform, which did not have a trace of rust, was spray-painted with the shape of a falcon in silver-white permanent paint, which was the symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D., which was called the Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

Here, there is a prison set up by S.H.I.E.L.D. on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, dedicated to holding superpowered criminals who pose a great threat to human society.

Thousands of criminals with superpowers are being held here because of their special abilities. Generally speaking, the vast majority of this will be used for research experiments within S.H.I.E.L.D. to clarify how its supernatural abilities work, in the hope of developing exotic props for use by field agents.

The non-S.H.I.E.L.D. civilian helicopter landed in the center of the platform, and the entire apron continued to fall like an elevator along the shaft passage, while the surface of the platform above slowly closed, isolating the shaft passage from the outside world.

Then, with a loud bang, the entire steel platform returned to the bottom of the sea, submerged beneath the storm-ravaged sea.

The guests came.

Phil Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., happened to be transporting criminals to the undersea prison today, and Mr. Coulson received the distinguished guest with the warden.

With the smooth sound of gear meshing, the door to the shaft passage opened, and Leon, dressed in civilian clothes, stepped out of the helicopter.

His visit to the undersea prison this time was not for anything else, but to find some well-educated talents from among the criminals held by S.H.I.E.L.D. to enrich the scientific research institutions in the school city.

As the owner of the Gate of Truth and the construction contractor of the School City, the meme company has extremely high authority in certain gray areas. Coupled with the dirty deal reached in private between Professor Charles, who was appointed as the chairman of the Lyceum City Coordinating Council, and Director Nick Fury, it is not difficult to bail out some superpowered criminals.

"Mr. Leon, it's an honor to meet you, I'm the warden of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s undersea prison." The warden was a middle-aged woman with a modest appearance, extremely shrewd and capable, she glanced at Agent Phil Coulson, whose face was a little complicated, and introduced quietly: "This is our senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil Coulson, and he will assist me in this bail work." ”

"Ha, Mr. Coulson, long time no see." Leon shook hands with Phil Coulson calmly, and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect to meet you again on this occasion." ”

Phil Coulson coughed, tried his best to maintain his trademark smile, and said awkwardly, ".... To be honest, I didn't expect it either...."

The warden raised his eyebrows and asked, "Uh, you two know each other?" ”

Coulson glanced at Leon with great complexity, and said softly: "Sort of, when I was investigating a serial murder case in Gotham, Mr. Leon, as an enthusiastic person, helped us answer some questions. ”

At the beginning, the Chinese young man in the Gotham native hat has now become a "distinguished guest" that S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to be warmly entertained, and his senior agent has to be greeted with a smiling face, which is really a very black humorous irony.

Of course, none of this matters, Phil Coulson let out a soft breath, his mind racing, and quickly recalled the relationship he had with Leon in Gotham.

The tragic murder of the Sapa family, which was sunk in the depths of memory, has been completely revealed, and the already confusing headless public case is even more bizarre and abnormal - even the Chinese young man in front of him, who has nothing to do with the serial murder case, seems a little weird.

Phil Coulson's mind flashed through a hundred possibilities, each of which was faintly aimed at Leon.

The destruction of the Sapa family, the total destruction of the Hydra soldiers in Gotham, the League of Assassins, the X weapon program, the decapitation of Magneto live...

These disparate pieces of information quickly pieced together into a giant jigsaw puzzle in Agent Coulson's mind—and Leon stood outside the puzzle, watching coldly.

"Coulson? You okay? The warden looked at the dejected Phil Coulson and asked with a frown.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, I just got distracted. Coulson came back to his senses, smiled gently and awkwardly but politely, and said indifferently: "If there is no problem, let's start bailing work." ”

The senior agent's eyes were a little evasive when he looked at Leon, he was not afraid of the other party's power and status, but afraid of the mystery shrouded in the other party.

Leon was like a tree erected in the center of the eye of the storm, no matter how noisy and violent the wind outside, he could stand still, remain quiet, and stay out of the situation while the whole storm faintly revolved around him.

Coulson sighed, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, what he has to do is to protect the safety of people's lives and property, protect the federal constitution, and protect national interests, not to find out the truth.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you really investigate Leon, what can you get?

The other party is already the founder of the memetic company, the world-famous scientist, the guests of countless chaebol families, and even the Latino president who has just recovered from the mutant equality movement, and intends to award Leon, the inventor of the Gate of Truth, a national medal.

Could it be that Phil Coulson is the only one who notices the problem? Didn't the FBI, the CIA, and other intelligence agencies investigate Leon?

It's just that the intelligence agencies with their extensive intelligence networks have all stopped doing so.

There's no need to check, there's no point in checking, what if you find out? Could it be that a dog with a collar around his neck can still bite someone?

In the end, S.H.I.E.L.D. is just a shield in the hands of the Federation....

Coulson walked in front of Leon and took a step forward, as if he was a teenager in his eyebrows.