Grant Ward, who would later become a Level 7 agent, is now just a regular S.H.I.E.L.D. agent tasked with tracking down a drug smuggling business that involves an entire city.

This is his first operation, and after this operation, he will become a full-fledged field agent, no longer one of those boring newcomers who hides in the training ground every day and trains day in and day out.

Since the data room of the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. was entered by others, the director of the boiled egg bureau has carried out strict access rights to confidential information, and the original agents have been re-evaluated, and at the same time, a large number of new people have been recruited for training and training.

He was the recruit who had been recruited.

Grant's security rating is Level 4. This level is also known as the mass level of trust, and the vast majority of rookie agents and regular researchers fall into this level.

This means that he can know things that are kept secret from the populace but don't need to be kept completely secret, such as knowing what kind of organization S.H.I.E.L.D. is that they have never heard of before, and what their responsibilities are.

Today was his first field operation, with a large group of agents who were also novices.

What they are tracking today is a drug smuggling business.

While this kind of thing should be in the hands of the police, occasionally S.H.I.E.L.D. will use this low-intensity conflict to train a new one. After all, people grow gradually, and agents are no exception, they are human beings. You can't just let them carry out such a task as dismantling nuclear warheads with bare hands, right?

According to the information they have, the other party's transaction location this time is in a large underground parking lot.

He was now hiding in a parked car in advance, curled up so that no one outside could see him through the window.

Maybe it was the first operation, and Grant Ward was a little nervous.

No matter how many simulated battles you play, none of them can compare to a real battle.

No matter how many times he has been trained, he is still a new agent, and only after a real battle will he transform into a real agent.

Some of the new ones now feel dry in his throat and his bladder is a little swollen.

He knew it was a sign that his body was going to the bathroom.

Ward looked at his companion as if he were hiding with him.

The companion he was with was a black guy and a budding newcomer. Originally, he was a little discriminatory against the other party's skin color, but it wasn't until now that Ward discovered that the other party's skin color in this case was simply a natural protective color.

The lights in the underground garage were already dim, and with the fact that they were hidden in the car, there was even less light that could leak through the windows.

In order not to be noticed by others, it is impossible for them to create a light source in the car, and therefore, Walter can only see a pair of shining eyes floating in the air when he looks towards his accomplices, almost like ghosts.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a good mental quality and that he knew in advance that someone was hiding there, I'm afraid he would have pulled out his gun and shot it a long time ago.

It's just that now he is also scared enough, and the urge to urinate is immediately gone.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Ward's unusual movements, his accomplice opened his mouth and said that he was alive. A row of snow-white teeth also appeared abruptly under the two pairs of eyes according to the orientation.

"Uh...... Nothing. Since he couldn't see the other party's expression, he couldn't analyze the other party's current emotions. Ward stiffened his neck and slightly exposed his eyes to the window, monitoring the outside.

He never wanted to work with such an accomplice in this environment again......

Two cars had already driven in outside, a van and a jeep.

The arms deal has already begun.

"The target has entered the field, pay attention to concealment, and follow my orders." In the headset, the voice of the boss came to command.

An operation should not only be new, but also have several experienced agents to come and take charge of the old and the new.

The commander of the operation is an experienced agent with Level 5 clearance.

Ward pursed his lips, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and then clenched the pistol grip at his waist, ready to pull it out at any moment.

The occupants of both cars got down, and four people were sitting in each car, each standing opposite each other.

I don't know what the two sides said, but one of the people in one of the group led one of the other people to the back of their car to see the goods.

Ward quietly pulled the gun out, then opened the safety and loaded it so that it could be activated at any time.

Then with a gun in one hand and a door handle in the other, he was ready to rush out at any time at any time.

"Action!" At the moment when the other party was outside the car while exchanging money and goods, Ward finally heard the order, and he opened the car door instantly and rushed out with a gun like a little cheetah.

"Don't move!"

"Lay down your arms!"

"Hold your head in your hands, all lie down, all lie down!"

Suddenly, the underground parking lot seemed to come to life, and the empty space was instantly filled with all kinds of noisy sounds.

It is better to expect the drug dealer to be caught, than to expect the old sow to go up the tree.

They all knew what would happen if they were caught, so they all pulled out their pistols and quickly resisted.

The smell of burnt protein wafting from the bullet across his scalp did not frighten Ward, he only felt a rush of adrenaline, his spirit was extremely excited, he forgot his fear, he forgot his nervousness, and his whole state felt better than ever.

Unlike his colleagues who were quick to find cover to dodge the bullets that came their way, Ward rushed to the bullets.

At this moment, the movements that had been repeatedly exercised on the training ground stretched out very naturally, avoiding the muzzle of the opponent's gun and approaching the opponent quickly in a coquettish position, and then quickly holding the hand of one of the people holding the gun, and the whole person crashed into the opponent's chest, using it as his own shield.

The bullets that gathered the fire instantly broke this unlucky meat shield into a broken sack, and Ward had already rushed into the middle of the group of people with this meat shield, and then punched and kicked, and his whole body of martial arts took turns, and it didn't take a minute to knock down this group of people.

After all, this group of people is just ordinary people, with limited strength, and no systematic fighting skills, at most they are more ruthless than ordinary people, but they are not as good as professionally trained agents. Ward even felt that it was easier to bring down these people than it was to train on the training ground.

After Ward knocked them all down, the other agents rushed over and brought them under control.

As the commander of the operation, Bret, the only Level 5 agent on the team, also walked over.

Brett is a fat man with a big belly, but to underestimate him is to suffer a lot.

Ward has suffered at the hands of the other party.

(End of chapter)