A mist of water is attached to the mirror of the bathroom, reflecting a hazy figure.

The rushing water is intertwined with the gentle stirring of music.

A drop of water was thrown out of his hair and landed on the mirror, sliding rapidly downward, briefly splitting a narrow but clear field of vision.

Back, tall, medium and long hair close to the top of the head, wheat-colored skin, back muscles are eye-catching, and the lines are slightly tightened around the waist.

Turning around, the foam could not hide the outline of the chest and abdomen, the arms were thicker than ordinary people, the neck was slender, and the Adam's apple was provish......

There was no time to see more details, and the mirror was completely covered in fog.

A few minutes later, the phone rang on the living room couch.

Soon, the bathroom door opened, and he walked out with a bath towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet.

Seeing the name on the screen, a pair of sword eyebrows stirred.

Put through.

"Ryan, are you awake, don't tell me you're going to be late today, the director will kill me if he knows!"

He stroked his wet hair, "I just finished taking a shower. ”

"Whew! That's good, the director just said that there is a meeting, and you only have fifteen minutes! Come on! ”

"Hmm."

Throw down your phone and turn around and walk into the bedroom.

Three minutes later, the figure in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of a full-length mirror in the corner of the living room.

The body is athletic and stands tall.

The facial edges and corners are clear, the facial features are upright, tall and straight, and the lips are lightly pursed.

However, in the slightly deep eye sockets, a pair of pupils glowed with a slightly abrupt pale gold, and the eyes were clear and translucent, making his whole person have a sharp aura out of thin air.

Ryan Lee is of Chinese descent. My grandparents moved here, and my mother was a local. His parents died tragically in his early years, and the assets he left behind were also squandered by him.

Blow dry your hair and comb it back.

Put on a pair of brown contact lenses to hide the edge of your eyes.

Expertly tying a black tie with both hands, he took a step back and looked at himself in the mirror again.

Shaking his head lightly, smiling casually, he blurted out in Chinese.

"Like an insurance seller."

Turn around and grab your phone and keys and go out the door.

It was a small, two-story building with a garage door raised and an elderly Chevrolet sedan slowly driving out.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at the office building two blocks away.

It's not a building, it's not a base, it's an old building squeezed in the middle of a supermarket and a movie theater.

The mottled walls and the ubiquitous grey and black stains speak of the history of the last century, and only the remnants of the British-style carvings add to its charm.

Pushing open the creaky glass door, the hall was quite clean and tidy, and it lived up to the bureau's annual cleaning fee of more than 100,000 dollars.

The air-conditioning in the empty hall was fully air-conditioned, and the front desk was unguarded.

He was used to the scene and enjoyed it.

But thinking of the phone call just now, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

If the memories he received from this body were not wrong, the last time the bureau convened a meeting in the morning was a year ago.

That time, because a small piece of garbage was kidnapped and disappeared, and the search was fruitless, the headquarters was ready to call up people to parachute into Afghanistan for a carpet search, and many people avoided this seemingly perfect task but was full of pitfalls.

Fortunately, the manpower here has not been fully assembled, and the people over there have appeared on their own.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the fact that even a person had to be discussed for several days that this small sub-bureau was more and more neglected by the headquarters, and except for the annual routine appropriation of funds, it was simply free at other times.

Of course, this is a good thing in the eyes of all the members and even the director.

No one doesn't get together every day to drink, sing, watch football games, party, barbecue, brag, and get paid on time every month.

Don't think about any elevators in this kind of old building, he walked to the top floor.

Just around the corner, an obese figure suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Oh my God, you're finally here! Are you looking at the watch? There is only half a minute left! ”

He dragged Ryan all the way to the conference room, and the fat on his body also waved with his brisk pace.

In Ryan's memory, this is his best friend from childhood to adulthood, named John Hawk. Although he was fat, he never had any strange smell in him, and John was generally a good man, so Ryan was more than happy to carry on the friendship.

Pushing open the back door of the conference room, the strong smell of smoke came to the face, and the colleagues who had already sat down were communicating enthusiastically, laughing uncontrollably, and the familiarity of each other made them not need to turn back to greet Ryan, a nod, an eyebrow or even a look was enough.

None of these colleagues are young, most of them are middle-aged. Ryan and John are the youngest members of the bureau.

After taking a seat, the sound of dingdong was heard.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The front door opened, and a middle-aged white man who was also wearing a suit but was expensive at first glance walked slowly, clutching a brown paper bag tightly in his hand and his knuckles slightly white.

There is a light on the top of his head, surrounded by weeds, his face is not smiling, and his belly is bulging and round.

Seeing his appearance, the crowd that was still laughing and laughing suddenly quickly quieted down.

Like Ryan, they finally had some bad guesses at this time.

Could it be that there is a shortage of people above to do those tasks that exhaust people and do not have much merit and reward?

Or maybe they finally remembered that there was such a sub-bureau, so they were going to cut our expenses?

Either way, it seems hard to accept!

Everyone pondered in their hearts, and their expressions gradually became serious.

After the director of the Mediterranean Bureau stood on the podium, he still did not say a word, only silently bowed his head and untied the paper bag in his hand. He quietly took out the papers, the sound of the paper being the only sound in the room.

Ryan frowned, and he felt that things were going to be more serious than he had thought.

In addition to the solemnity of the director's eyes, there is some evasion, that is, it is not that he doesn't want to look at everyone, but he doesn't dare or is embarrassed to make eye contact with everyone.

Beside Ryan, John was panting for breath as he sat down, his head like a big pumpkin resting on his larger body, and his small eyes dripping under his red hair.

He looked left and right, touched Ryan with his elbow, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Ryan with his eyes.

Ryan patted his broad, soft back and whispered, "Don't worry, just wait." ”

Long.

"Ahem! Today is Monday, good morning everyone! No, put down your hands first, don't worry, I'm not going to talk nonsense to you today. As you should know, two days ago, at the end of the week, I left our cosy town. If you know where I've gone, you'll understand why, after a long year, I've called you together again in the morning. ”

No one took the initiative to ask, everyone was waiting.

The director was not verbose, and said bluntly: "I went to Washington, to the headquarters. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the room.

The director had expected this situation for a long time, and he immediately reached out and pressed down and shouted to stop.

After a while, after calming down again, he added, "I know everyone has speculation in their hearts, but what I want to say is...... Just last week, the headquarters had already made a decision. ”

He paused slightly, took a deep breath, and forced his eye to eye with everyone.

Eventually, he gritted his teeth, raised the document in his hand and raised it, then lowered his head in pain, his tone heavy.

"Headquarters documents, by the end of the month, we are going to have us, that is, the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch of the Americas Division in New Friendship Town, Alamo Fortress, Texas...... Global Cut! ”