Bronski slept for two days, during which something happened, not with Eric, of course, but in distant New Mexico.

"Hey, that's my stuff!" Jane was chasing a truck in a small town here and shouting, and she and her elder and friend, Eric. Servig and her intern Daisy had just sent off a friend from a strange background, but when they turned around, they found that someone was planning to rob them.

The truck didn't catch up, but there were still many figures in their camp, and Jane couldn't believe that anyone would dare to break into her roadside home during the day.

"What's going on?" She rushed to the room excitedly and questioned.

She was answered by a middle-aged man dressed in black, who was the leader of this group of strangers.

"Hello Miss Foster, I'm Agent Coulson." Coulson politely introduced himself to her, but his work did not stop as the master came home, and continued in an orderly manner.

"What does this have to do with me, you can't do this, this is my property, my life!" Jane screamed to stop her, but Servig stopped her, he knew where Coulson came from, and he knew the style of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had met Coulson when the floating palace in Manhattan was built, but he knew very well that the code of agents was to do business, and he would never let himself go just because he had a relationship.

The truth is the same as he thought, and the other party also pretends not to know him, which can avoid a lot of embarrassment.

"We are investigating a security threat. We need to appropriate your records and atmospheric data, as well as your tools and equipment, and I think this will compensate you for the trouble and loss. Coulson said. He pulled out a check with the amount filled in and handed it over.

"Could it be that this is a replacement I bought from the radio studio, most of these instruments were made by me, and the work of my friends, who almost fell to their death from a sixty-two story building to make up enough money for me to work for others, and you want to confiscate it?" Jane roared like an angry lioness, and Daisy, an intern next to her, lost no time in interjecting and cheering.

"And me. I almost fell off too! ”

"Then do it again, I'm sure you can do some more." Coulson took a step back. Avoid physical contact with an agitated woman, but still take a tough attitude. "I'm sorry, but we're on official business, thank you for your cooperation."

He said. The agents who had packed up the order got into the car and left, and walked away under the helpless eyes of the three scientific researchers.

"All those years of research are gone." Jane reached the roof of the house, sat on the ground on the side of the house in despair, and watched the black-dotted convoy complain that they had just left town and crossed the arid flat gray-yellow wilderness onto Route 66 across New Mexico.

The sky was clear and blue, but the black dots were melting into the horizon with their hopes.

"They also took my tablet away." Daisy's crisp, childish voice echoed beside her.

"Where's the backup?" Servig asked on the other side.

"The spare ones were also taken, and the spare ones were also taken, and they searched really carefully." Jane couldn't help but sarcastically. My heart was full of resentment.

"I still have a lot of songs on my tablet, and some of them were downloaded by Fitz." Daisy continued to interject, but this time it was counterproductive.

"Please. Can you not mention your tablet? Jane was very upset with this off-character intern and turned to another question. Who the hell are these people? ”

"They're S.H.I.E.L.D. agents." Servig sighed, now he could finally tell him what he knew. "Know Bruce. Banner, an old friend of mine, a leading scholar who studies gamma rays, and one of New York's superheroes. He was so powerful, but he was almost taken away - if it weren't for the help of the new Magneto. If only that gentleman were still around. Maybe I can ask him to help me say something fair. ”

Servig let out a long sigh after speaking, as a front-line scientist, he is already very old, his energy and reaction are a little unable to keep up, even if he finds investment after losing valuable data, he may not be able to rediscover the results, so his tone is very depressed, but Jane and Daisy were reminded of something suddenly, they looked at each other, and shouted in unison.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Fitz!"

The two women clapped their hands vigorously and hugged each other tightly.

At this moment, they finally remembered that although it was the first time they had heard of the annoying Agent Coulson, it was not necessarily the first time they had seen the logo on their car. Although the little boy had never told them what his job was, they had seen the eagle emblem in his car and heard the awkward name "Territorial Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency...... The name was a disguise, of course, but in retrospect, wasn't its abbreviation the meaning of shield?

And in an emergency, you can transform into a superhero and fly to the sky to save people, and you usually casually make those micro monitoring tools, and you don't think it's an ordinary person!

With this momentous discovery, the two women immediately became excited, and they got up and ran to the room below without looking back to call the boy who was in New York.

At this time, this lovable rookie agent is worried about the damage to the restaurant at the new station.

"The table is over, the dishes are all destroyed, and the walls and floors are destroyed...... The landlord came to see us just now, and he warned us to call the police and have the police arrest us all if we didn't pay us double. Fitz said with a sad face, he had just left the academy to become a glorious agent and encountered this kind of thing, how did he feel different from the agent career he had heard before?

There are no thrilling shootouts, no bizarre cases, not even decent opponents, just infighting team members, and he looks more like a decorator than a professional agent.

Although he had been taught by S.H.I.E.L.D., he had dispelled many illusions, but such a bleak reality still made it a little difficult for him to accept.

This was the case with the previous branch station. It was Spider-Man and the Sandman who did the sabotage, but this time it was good, comparable to the Hulk's abomination who took the initiative to take on the responsibility of demolition. How does this make Mr. Fitz embarrassed?

"Why don't I report again and apply for a grant?" Jenma whispered, and she and Fitz crouched on the tattered ground in agony. "Mr. Eric's face is not going to be withheld, right?"

"What did they say last time...... The bureau was short of funds, and all the funds were invested in the three-curved wing headquarters and the flying carrier, and the fleet had to be decommissioned, because there was no money for maintenance. I've heard that even the plane of the Level 8 agent has been canceled recently, and Coulson went to the west on a mission by himself, so how could they pay for the renovation at this time. Fitz was saying. My eyes darkened, and then I saw a figure staggering in.

It was Bronsky. After a few days of deep sleep, he finally woke up.

Although he had suffered another fiasco, it was always good to vent his anger, and now he felt a little lighter. The mood is also much brighter and more cheerful.

"Sorry to scare you that day?" Bronski is somewhat apologetic for these two rookies, he's a battle maniac, but not a maniac who destroys everywhere.

"Uh, it's fine." Fitz quickly stood up and replied, confessing that the boy was still a little scared of the hate.

"I didn't want that." Looking at the chaotic restaurant, Bronski casually explained. "I was going to observe the terrain and run away that day, but then I couldn't control my emotions. I worked for the country and was betrayed as a result...... You can understand this feeling, right? ”

"Probably yes, I think you're safe now. Mr. Eric is usually a nice man, except for certain times, of course. Seeing that the new member had no intention of having a seizure, Fitz gradually calmed down.

"That's good." Bronski nodded, and offered to hold out his right hand. "We're a team from now on, Emile. Bronsky. ”

"Hello, I'm Leo. Fitz. Fitz also held out his hand. Shake hands with older members.

They were chattering in the dining room, and Gemma listened for a while before quietly withdrawing.

Now there is no one in the hall. Eric is out again, and she's the only one here.

After carefully observing her surroundings for a while, Zhenma walked lightly through the hallway to the innermost storage room on this floor.

As with all storage rooms, the ventilation is not good, the air is poor, the light is dim, and there are some glove boxes on the metal shelves, remove one of the boxes, open the hidden baffle at the back, and a lead wire is revealed.

Zhenma didn't rush to connect, she listened intently for a few seconds to make sure there was no movement outside before she took out her phone and connected the lead with a special connector.

The information was connected, and the dim room suddenly lit up, and virtual projections appeared, which were filled with video and audio files.

If someone clicks on them now, they can find that they are all the records of Eric's words and deeds these days, and due to his ability, some people can't use remote control devices to monitor, but the same effect can be achieved through the people around him.

Zhenma made one of the selections, and soon the message was sent, and when all the file transfers were over, she removed the lead and closed the bezel, and put the box back on the shelf, only to find that her back was wet.

With a slight gasp, Zhenma patted her plump breasts, and then took out a wet towel to wipe the dust marks on her hands before coming out.

But as soon as she went out, she was startled when a tall man stood in front of her, and that was Eric, the target of her mission.

He didn't know when he was back, and it was so close...... Did he discover the secret?

"Hi~", Zhenma forced her composure, and the heart in her chest was pounding.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked casually, and then Fitz and Bronsky also walked over, looking at their appearance, the chat just now was a good way to shorten the distance between the two men.

"I ......", Zhenma had already thought of the words, but when she saw Eric's smiling eyes, she suddenly forgot all those well-reasoned excuses.

"I ...... Change of clothes. "The most unreliable reason rushed out.

Eric raised an eyebrow amusedly, he didn't speak, but Fitz was very strange.

"You're changing clothes in the pantry?" The boy asked in a daze, and Zhenma almost gritted her silver teeth with hatred.

"Don't be like that, Fitz, it's a private matter for Zhenma." Eric chuckled, put his arm around Fitz and Bronsky's shoulders, and led them back.

As he was about to return to the hall, he suddenly turned his head again and winked at the girl who was still stunned.

"By the way, Jinma, Emir won't peek at you changing clothes, next time you can go back to your room with confidence."

In his laughter, Bronski retorted unhappily, and although he was in awe of Eric's strength, he would not budge when it came to personal qualities.

After a long while, Zhenma came out with a flushed face, and just as she reached the living room, she heard Fitz's shouting.

"To New Mexico, Jenma!" The boy put down the phone, asked Eric a few questions, and clapped his hands excitedly. "It's okay here, we're going to New Mexico, someone needs our help!"

Zhenma subconsciously responded, bowed her head and walked to her bedroom, and when she was about to enter the door, she mustered up the courage to look back, Eric was smiling and standing in place looking at her quietly, his eyes bright and deep. (To be continued)