A thick mist drifted through a pier.

A magnificent steel wheel shadow, faintly hidden and half-visible under the cover of the mist.

On the deck, the atmosphere of the two groups of people was a little subtle confrontation.

An eagle emblem inscribed on the fuselage of a transport plane with its propellers still spinning.

"We haven't heard anything from you for your arrival!" A man with a cold face dressed in the standard equipment of an army soldier and holding a gun in his hand was staring cautiously at the opposite side.

"Confidential Operations." Voices came through the fog and the crowd. A man in a casual suit with stockings and a hood beckoned in the cold wind.

"This is private territory!" Cook, the leader of the battleship's escort, said coldly.

"There are no private domains in wartime, soldiers." The stocking cover replied briskly, and took a step forward: "What about Lorenz Mark?" I want to see him. ”

"Wartime?" Cook cocked his gun, threatening the approaching stockings.

The stocking cover shrugged.

Cook tilted his ear and tapped his fingers on the communicator in his ear, as if listening to something, during which his eyes sensitively glanced at the stocking cover that had paused in his footsteps.

"The chief wants to see you." Cook, who let go of the communicator, waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers behind him to get out of the way.

"The best choice." The stockings also left the men he had brought, and walked along the path out of the way for the soldiers, led by Cook, towards the belly of the ship.

It was a small reception room full of art.

At the end of the reception room was a huge conference table, and on the chair behind the conference table sat a man with a short gray head and a complexion that gave people the healthy feeling of a young man. The old man rested his elbows on the table, and gently played with one hand an old black ring on the thumb of his right hand.

When the man in the stockings stepped in, his eyes were unsurprisingly connected with the old man in the air.

"Hello, Mark!" The stockings waved at the old man, "Or should I call you Alexander Kovinas now?" ”

Extremely wary of the stockings, Cook, who brought him in, immediately aimed his gun at the stockings again when he heard this. Obviously, these people know the true identity of the old man, the history of the Kevinus family, and a deep understanding of what kind of organization S.H.I.E.L.D. is!

Cook feared that the stocking covers, which represented the organization, would pose a threat to the elderly.

In fact, this unprovoked arrival of stockings has made Cook, who knows a lot about recent events, feel deeply vigilant and nervous.

"Don't be nervous, soldier! We are allies, not enemies! Although our nationalities are different, the duties are the same. Counterbalance those who are different, and cover up the existence of those who are different! The stocking sleeve raised his hand, but his eyes looked at the old man with a calm face.

"Get out of Cook, let me speak with this gentleman. As he said, we are allies, not enemies. Remember to close the door when you leave and don't let people disturb you. The old man waved his hand and motioned for Cook to leave for the time being.

The old man's words were like an edict to Cook, and although his face was unwilling, he did not have any objection. After glaring at the stockings menacingly, he turned around and strode out, and without any discount, he gently closed the door as the old man commanded.

"To be honest, it scared Nick and me to know who you really are. The father of the alien race of Corvinnath, the father of Marcus, the ancestor of the bloodline, and William, the ancestor of the werewolves. The first known group of immortals and immortals in the human race on this planet! ”

"We didn't expect someone like you to join an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D."

"We are an alliance, and when it comes to the iron rules of the alliance, Hungary is your territory......"

"Seriousness doesn't look like your style, sir. I know what you're here for, and I know what your people are doing in Budapest right now! The old man interrupted the stockings.

"I'm doing the right thing! Nick Fury repeatedly asked me to be strict and serious when I was doing my business! No slippery or absurd! It's a heavy shackle, I admit. The stockings spread out his hands, and the face hidden under the black stockings seemed to have a touch of helplessness.

"Your control over this country is the biggest reason why we accepted you in the first place and promised not to interfere with you." Stockings paused, "But now we have to make a choice." ”

"You're going to kill my son?" The old man, or rather Alexander Covenas, said as he looked at the stockings.

"Don't say that, it makes me feel like I'm heinous." Stockings pulled out a chair and circled it: "We just want to solve one." ”

"William?"

"It's the werewolf. A contagious and irrational werewolf. ”

"All these years have passed......"

"All these years have passed, just because it hasn't been released! In fact, according to some of the information we've gotten recently, your other son, Marcus of the Bloods, no longer wants to release his brother, and only needs to let him know a way to control it. ”

"No leeway?"

"Mark, allow me to still call you Mark, I don't like your new name, even though it's your real name." "You know very well that when the threat is not presented, no one cares; But when the threat is present, we must rule out any possible threat as we did before! ”

"It's not about good or evil and feelings."

"I don't care about good or evil, I only care about my blood!" The old man's voice became high-pitched for a moment.

"That's why you've been wiping their asses for so long. Of course, what you do is what we do, destroying the evidence, warning some eyewitnesses, and covering up the real evidence that proves the existence of those aliens. You can still do that in the future. ”

"I can't sit back and watch my son die." The old man whispered.

"That's why I'm here." The stockings pulled the stockings on his face twice, it seemed to be breathable, and he seemed to feel uncomfortable, adjusting something, and after doing this, he continued: "From now on, until Nick summons me back, me and my people will take over the Yiqiē here." ”

"Information is not allowed to be leaked, and personnel are not allowed to leave. And you, while you are at peace, I will watch over you; I'll stop you when you want to make a difference! I'll be allowed to kill you if I have to, though neither Nick nor I want to see that. ”

"It's hard work, and there's not much in the organization that can do it. I happen to be one of those untasking ones. ”

"Trust me, I've dealt with a lot of things like this! What Nick gave me, I never let him down. ”

……

"Why do I think you're bewitching me?"

In the speeding car, Meng Ao glared at Coulson with a smile on his face.

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