It's a pity that this bad luck has no intention of stopping.

Through the hydras lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D., a large area of cross-infection was formed, a chain reaction.

Drinking water was choked, walking was hit, under the head of bird droppings, even if you hid in the toilet, either there was no rolling paper, or the poop could not be flushed.

In short, no matter how big or small the situation is, the probability of bad luck is extremely high.

Extremely abnormal!

"Bang!!"

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury slapped the table loudly and spat fragrantly.

"Falke, Falke......"

Annoyed, he couldn't help but slap the table loudly a few times.

As a result, his hands were fine, and the high-priced custom-made table clicked instead... It's cracked!

Before he could react to what was going on, the ground under his feet shattered with a bang.

With a frightened expression, Fury straightened down.

"Fa-g-"

[Sentiment +356 from Phil Coulson]

[Mood from Alexander Pierce +355]

[Mood from Nick Fury +349]

[Mood from S.H.I.E.L.D. agents +757]

......

New York's Chinatown.

Chinese small master restaurant, hall on the first floor.

There is a lot of space in it, with red lanterns and blessing characters, and the layout is full of oriental flavor.

It was already afternoon, but the guests were still endless.

The swipes in front of him appeared one after another, and Konstantin didn't hold back for a while, and squirted out the soup in his mouth with a pop.

Harpy on the other side poured blood mold, was sprayed with soup all over his face, and glared at him unpleasantly.

[Mood from Harpy Hogan +299]

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I suddenly thought of something interesting, and I couldn't help it. ”

Konstantin stood up and apologized repeatedly.

Patting Tony on the shoulder, Pepper Pepper asked angrily.

"Tony... What are you doing? Look so intently. ”

Coming back to his senses, Tony curiously withdrew his gaze from a girl from the Eastern Kingdom dressed in a blue cheongsam with a bun head.

He felt that the other party's temperament was very special, especially the two men and one woman around him, not like ordinary people.

"It's nothing, I just think the food here is delicious."

After a life-and-death crisis, Tony has clearly grown a lot.

Especially recently, I have been fighting with Little Pepper and giving the other party too much company management authority.

So much so that recently, his uncle, Obadiah Stanley, has become more and more dissatisfied with his attitude.

But speaking of this uncle......

Recently, when he ordered Jarvis to look at the company's accounts, he did find some problems such as misappropriation of the company's finances.

Picking up his glass and silently clinking glasses with a few people, Tony decided to find a time to have a serious conversation with Obadiah.

"Huh? Isn't that Coulson? ”

Harpy on the side put down the towel and said in a shocked tone.

Everyone turned around and saw a person walking in from the door of the hotel.

With a thick bandage on his head and a plaster cast on his left arm, it was none other than Coulson.

Seeing a few people sitting here, Coulson's eyes lit up and he hurried to this side.

"Coulson? What's wrong with you? ”

Tony was a little surprised.

Are the jobs of agents so dangerous?

The smile was awkward, and Coulson didn't know how to answer.

Konstantin sat down and drank and sneered.

"It's dangerous.

If you steal something else, it's even more dangerous. ”

"Especially when this thing is a cursed magic item!"

This is... There's something in the words.

Tony wasn't stupid, and immediately understood that there was a story in it, and his expression cooled down, and he stopped talking to Coulson.

“......”

Coulson was aggrieved in his heart, they just went in to take a look, and didn't take anything.

But isn't the price paid a little too harsh?

I heard that now the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is paralyzed.

Bad luck is like a damn kraft candy sticking to your body, and there is no way to get rid of it no matter what method you use!

Now, the hope of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. depends on him!

Coulson looked certain: "I must apologize to you, Mr. John Constantine, that we did go in for a visit that night. ”

"But only out of curiosity about you.

You are the only mage in this world that we currently know, and we naturally have a strong eye on you! ”

Seeing that Konstantin did not speak, he continued to explain.

"Trust us, it only took us a few minutes to confirm and we left the house without going to pick up any of your belongings in the meantime!"

Although it is true that they are wrong, S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been like this.

For the sake of them remaining restrained and not moving anything, can they do well and lift the curse on their bodies?

But Konstantin pursed his lips and mocked: "My cat is lost." ”

"Cats?"

"Yes... It is a black beckoning cat. ”

Coulson's mind flashed as he quickly remembered what the beckoning cat looked like.

"......"

He had clearly put down the beckoning cat at that time, and did not take it away.

Don't......

The management of S.H.I.E.L.D. is extremely strict, not to mention orders and prohibitions, but everyone absolutely obeys orders in their work.

So... There's an inner ghost?!

[Sentiment from Phil Coulson: +366]

Coming to this conclusion in an instant, Coulson was eager to rush back and report to Nick Fury.

Looking at Coulson's uncertain face, Tony seemed to understand something.

He stood up, looked at the other coldly, and warned.

"Agent Phil Coulson, you went back and told your director, John Constantine, that I had hired a lot of money to counsel about magical technology.

If you're going to harass him again and again, I'll show you the power of the Stark Industries! ”

“......”

Alas... It's really a recipe for stealing chickens.

[Sentiment from Phil Coulson: +371]

Konstantin looked at him pitifully, smoked a cigarette, and reminded him lightly.

"It doesn't matter who took that cat, my sense won't be wrong anyway, it's in your S.H.I.E.L.D!"

"As for the curse that has been triggered on you......"

At this, he smiled evilly.

"In three days at most, those curses on you will dissipate."

"Is that so?"

Finally confirmed by professionals, Coulson slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

[Sentiment from Phil Coulson: +387]

He thanked the other party solemnly, knowing that everyone did not welcome him, turned to say goodbye, and limped outside.

As a result, the one who should have come still has to come, just walked near the door, and snapped.

A plate inexplicably fell from the second floor and smashed straight into Coulson's head.

Burst!

His eyes darkened, his steps were crooked, his body shook for a while, and he fell to the ground with a click, completely fainting.

"Ahhh......h

The scene was chaotic.