When Carla and Felicia had already descended downstairs, the sandwich food truck was still parked not far away.

"I guess you bought that supposedly unsavory sandwich from there." After ordering the sandwich truck, Carla also turned back to her little secretary and asked.

Felicia glanced at the sandwich car that made her remember it because of an unpalatable sandwich and avoided stepping on the pit in the future, and also nodded: "That's right, it's that car." ”

"Okay, I see." Kara turned back to her security guards.

"Boss." After seeing Kara's greeting, a security guard also hurriedly ran over to see what his boss needed to do.

Kara just pulled the checkbook out of her suspicions rather lightly, tore out two checks, and quickly filled them with two strings of numbers.

"It's fourteen thousand eight hundred dollars, you go and give the sandwich truck and tell them not to open near Hammer Industries in the future, their sandwiches are so bad." Carla first handed the check for the sandwich cart to the security officer, and then put another check in the security officer's hand, "Two thousand dollars, that's your errand fee." If they don't want to leave, call the New York police and ask them to come and check. ”

"Understood." The security officer never imagined that he would be able to earn an additional $2,000 in income by doing so.

With the monetary encouragement of the big boss. The security guard also hurriedly carried his check in his arms and ran in the direction of the sandwich car.

"Actually, you don't have to do this, his house is not delicious, I just don't eat it in the future." When Carla entered the car, the little secretary said to Carla with stars in his eyes, but the look mixed with a hint of distress in it said it all.

The little secretary didn't think it was good for Carla to do this, because he felt sorry for the 16,800 yuan that Carla paid.

Kara didn't care, and shook her head: "If you don't eat, there will be other employees who will go to his house to eat, and they will lament that his sandwich is not delicious like you, but they may not finish it as hard as you." The best thing to do is to get them to move out of here, and at least my staff will have a little less taste buds and less food waste. ”

"Then there's no need to give them sixteen,000..." Obviously, the little secretary was still a little distressed about the sixteen,800 dollars.

"Okay, don't dwell on it, it's still my money that is spent. If this were you, what would you do if you had to spend a lot of money in the future? Carla motioned for the driver to drive away.

Hearing Kara's words, the little secretary could only pout his lips in disbelief, but he didn't say anything more.

The security guards also listened to Kara's words and trotted all the way to the sandwich car.

"What kind of sandwich do you want to eat?" A simple-looking and honest man also appeared at the window at this time.

It's just that the current security guard doesn't care whether he is honest or not, and even the security guard didn't carefully look at the details of this sandwich car, and directly photographed the check for 14,800 US dollars directly to the cash register.

"Our boss hopes that you can continue to open in another place, which is considered compensation from our boss." The security guard was polite when he said this, and anyway, the person in the sandwich car in front of him was also the reason why he made two thousand dollars.

Although I don't know what this sandwich car has done to make my boss so annoying, at least one thing is clear, I should do a good job for the boss when I take the boss's money.

The man obviously didn't expect this kind of change, and asked the security guard a little embarrassed, "Can I know why?" We are here to sell our small business safely and securely, and it does not interfere with the operation of your company. ”

"Our boss said that the sandwiches you made are too unpalatable, and I hope you can change the place and set up your stall again, and don't come to Huo Huo's company." The security guard looked at the man in front of him, and seemed to have some intention of not wanting to leave, and hurriedly said another thing from the boss, "If you don't plan to leave, I will call the New York police to come and check on you, this is what our boss meant." ”

The man wanted to say something, but at this time, it seemed that another person popped out of the back kitchen and hurriedly stopped the man's actions.

The speed at which the guy accepted the check made the security personnel a little unclear, and they didn't know how many years they had been single to be able to practice this kind of hand speed: "Okay, okay, we know, after all, we are also a small business, we just want to beg for food, and now since we are willing to give us compensation, we will leave." ”

After saying this, the guy who came out had already dragged the man from before away, and then quickly jumped down from behind and ran to the driver's seat.

"Let's go, let's go, there's no need to bother the New York police." As he spoke, the guy had already driven away the sandwich cart.

Looking at the figure of the security guard who was getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror, the honest man who came up before finally couldn't suppress the dissatisfaction and doubts in his heart, why did they leave here so easily?

Wasn't their mission from the beginning to keep an eye on that Kara Hammer?

And even if the New York police came, so what? If the New York police tell the truth in front of them, it can be said that it is nothing. An FBI license can already say a lot of things, and it can solve most things.

Including those who are likely to come to the New York police.

The guy who was driving was keenly aware of the guy's dissatisfaction and doubts through the rearview mirror, and said directly: "Don't go out to work again this time, go back to housekeeping." ”

The man was stunned, not knowing why this guy would suddenly say such a thing.

"The amount of money on the cheque we were given was very clear and she already knew who we were. We continued to stay there, and it didn't work. The driver's eyes were looking ahead at the moment, revealing an extremely serious gaze, "And your temperament is really a little too upright, if you want to go out in the field in the future, I suggest you apply for a commando." ”

"Field agents are not your way out."

After the driver said this, he didn't plan to say anything to the guy behind him, after all, a guy who could either go to internal affairs in the future, or could only go to see if the commando could accept it, and these field agents could already be said to be two roads.

And even if it's logistics, I guess I won't want this guy.

I don't know how I graduated from the academy in the first place.

The driver also dialed Coulson's communication channel directly: "Sir, we have been discovered. ”

Coulson, who was in the New York branch at the moment, listened to the words of his subordinates, and he was also confused: "Tell me carefully how it was discovered?" ”

"The target sent us a check on the grounds that the sandwiches we made were so unpalatable that we didn't want to set up a stall around their company. The amount on the check, although it was said that it was stuck with a zero, was exactly the price that the director had paid to the target. ”

"Just because the sandwiches are bad?" Coulson really didn't know how to complain about this reason, just because the sandwiches were unpalatable, so it was determined that they were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, so would the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy at least have to hold a batch of food classes for students in the future?

Teach the agents who will be on duty in the field in the future how to make things that are not unpalatable and not taste excessive.

Isn't this just a matter of finding them work?

"No, sir, I think she must have seen the surveillance equipment inside us." The driver didn't think it was because the sandwiches they made were unpalatable, after all, there were fewer unpalatable sandwiches in New York.

It's just a matter of personal taste, so what if in which mission area in the future they think their sandwiches are good?

So the most likely thing is that the guy saw the surveillance device they had hidden inside the sandwich car.

Moreover, before this mission, Coulson had already made it clear to them that the person they were monitoring was likely the first transcendent creature they had ever encountered as agents.

Even Coulson had already explained to them at the time that the person who appeared in their world was likely to be the same Superman as in the comics.

"No way, even if she's really Superman, there's no way she's going to be able to see through the lead plate." Hearing this, Coulson also decisively refuted the speculation of his teammates.

If Kara could really see through the lead plate directly, then all of their previous assumptions about Kara would probably have to be overturned.

Or that all speculation may have to be overturned, but that they have to completely re-understand what kind of power Kara possesses, what kind of state it is.

After all, the whole American comic is playing with a flower, playing with a mess, countless periods, countless universes, there are always one or two heroes of perverted intensity that people have no way to understand.

The previous S.H.I.E.L.D. may have collected all of Superman's personal journals, but what can be seen in one night? Even if you read the comics, even if they are specially trained agents, there is no way to summarize the abilities and weaknesses that Superman has displayed in all his periods in one night.

So much so that until now, Coulson and they are still looking at DC comics.

Didn't they ask the writers of DC comics, what kind of level can Superman reach?

But the editors of the comics just gave them a rather perfunctory answer.

That is, how strong Superman can be depends entirely on Superman's own heart. As long as he wants to be stronger, he will be stronger. To be honest, those comic book writers at that time were also a little confused about this kind of problem, when did American agents become obsessed with their own comics?

Do you also want to know what kind of weaknesses Superman in your comics can have, and how strong can it be?

Has the world changed?

"But Captain, there's a good chance that's what happened."

Coulson didn't want to say anything more now, so he had to let them come back first, and as for the matter of using manual surveillance on Kara, it seemed that it would have to be put aside.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the photo on his desk, which was a man with a silver-white five-pointed star on his chest.

"What do I think?" Coulson shook his head, "Now we can only hope that Tony Stark can be our Batman." ”

Thinking of this, Coulson also stopped thinking about those questions, but just pulled out a copy from his side, and Superman's personal journal began to look at it.

It's just that he always feels that his brain is getting colder and colder now.