I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 38 Informant
"Hey, wake up, Eddie, how long do you want to sleep in?"

With a rustle, Coulson pulled open the curtains. The dazzling sunlight shone through the window onto Eddie, forcing him to pull up his coat to cover his face.

Unfortunately, he was not alone in his rental house. Coulson gave a look and someone immediately came forward and snatched Eddie's coat, allowing the sunlight to shine on his face again.

"You guys."

After finally getting a good night's sleep, he was always disturbed. Eddie opened his eyes angrily and was about to greet their family, but he saw a group of men in black surrounding him and quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

The strong sleepiness that I had felt before also disappeared.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't mess around. I'm a taxpayer." Eddie crossed his arms and trembled.

Coulson curled his lips and smiled, "Don't be nervous. I just want to tell you that you have two choices. One is to accept our torture and force you to tell us everything you know. Trust us, the interrogation is professional and we guarantee that your skin will be torn but your life will not be harmed."

After knowing the purpose of the parchment, Coulson naturally couldn't let Eddie go. The transcript report said that Eddie was a tough guy, so he threatened him directly.

Eddie swallowed nervously and laughed, "What about the second option?"

"Join S.H.I.E.L.D. and confess everything you know. Not only will we not confiscate the photos you took, but we will also allow you to publish what happened last night. Of course, we will review the content."

The treatment between the two options is quite different!

Any fool knows how to choose.

Eddie immediately straightened his attitude and nodded, "Agent Eddie is in place, please give me your orders!"

So easy? If I had known, I should have just scared him last night.

Coulson let out a frustrated breath and said, "No, you're not an agent yet, just a little informant, understand?"

"Understand!"

This makes Eddie happier. As an informant, he only needs to pass on information and does not have to get involved in any dangerous things.

He just wants to be famous, make some money, and find a beautiful girlfriend. He doesn't have any other requirements.

Coulson waved his hand and asked those who came to fill the scene to go out and work. He stayed, sat on a chair, and took out his notebook.

"Okay, you can tell me now. What's the situation with the parchment?"

"Parchment."

Eddie rolled over and got off the table, sitting opposite Coulson, smacking his lips, "My mouth is a little dry, it would be nice if I had something to drink. I could speak more fluently, too."

How could his boss tolerate this guy?
Coulson frowned and slammed the table: "There's a water dispenser over there, go get it yourself!"

Coulson with a stern face is still quite majestic, at least better than Eddie's boss.

Eddie shrank his neck, not daring to push any further. He ran to get a glass of water dejectedly, took a few big gulps, and let out a long sigh: "Ah, it feels so good, I feel like I'm alive again. Do you want one? I'll give you a full glass."

"No, I have this."

Coulson took out a thermos from somewhere, and as soon as he opened the lid, a mellow and familiar smell floated into Eddie's nose.

"Coffee? Pour me a cup too. Look at my dark circles. They must be very dark."

"Your dark circles were so dark last night."

Coulson knocked on the table again: "Don't waste time, speak quickly, you can only eat when you finish speaking!"

Touching his hungry stomach, Eddie chose to "bear the humiliation" and began to talk about his emotional entanglement with the parchment.

"It was a dark and windy night. I worked overtime and on my way home, I came across the parchment. That was our first meeting." Coulson listened patiently to his long story with a gloomy face and concluded: "In other words, the parchment revealed a lot of big news to you, making you a popular reporter, but it never asked you for anything?"

"Well, that's about it."

This is not normal. Why did Director Fury ask for the sacrifice when it was his turn? Even the parchment knows how to treat them differently now?
Coulson circled this doubt in his notebook and said a possibility: "Perhaps, this price has been taken away without your knowledge."

"what?"

Eddie was frightened by what he said and stood up suddenly: "Could it be that it deliberately sent me there to die last night?"

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed very likely that if he had not been lucky enough to meet Spider-Man, he would have died in the missile bombing if not killed by Kingpin.

Eddie felt a chill down his spine, and his original intention to ask for the parchment back disappeared.

Whoever wants to take this dirty thing can take it and don’t bother him anymore.

"I already know the basic situation."

Coulson closed his notebook, stood up, and said, "To ensure safety, I suggest you stay here and get a comprehensive physical examination to see if you have any strange problems."

Eddie looked embarrassed: "Is it free?"

".yes."

"That's no problem."

"Okay, I'll have someone come and take you there later, and I'll also tell you some things to note as an informant."

"Okay, take care."

Eddie nodded and watched Coulson leave, then slumped in the chair as if defeated. He just wanted to be famous, so how did he become an informant for a secret government agency?
However, looking at it from a bright side, with this additional identity, he seems to be a person with a background.

I don't have to look at my boss's face anymore.

hum.

"Eddie! Where have you been all day? I can't find you and you didn't return my calls?! Do you know what's hot on the Internet right now? Superman, it's Superman! More than one person claimed to have encountered Superman who could fly in the air last night. But until now, there has not been a single photo of Superman on my desk."

It was already evening when Eddie returned to the Globe Daily. He lowered his head and listened to the editor-in-chief's loud scolding with spit flying everywhere. He slowly wiped his face and took out a photo from his pocket.

"I have a picture of Superman. Oh, to be exact, his name is Homelander."

"Ok?"

The editor-in-chief suddenly widened his eyes, took the photo from Eddie's hand doubtfully, looked at it carefully for a few times, and then showed a bright smile as if turning the pages of a book.

"Ahahaha, I knew I was right about you. Eddie, you're simply the ancient Greek god of news!"

The editor-in-chief put his arm around Eddie's shoulders affectionately, grinning from ear to ear.

"Editor-in-Chief, you're too happy. I have a press release. Please read it first."

"Oh?"

The editor-in-chief looked at the press release and covered his heart in bewilderment.

It’s exciting. So exciting.

(End of this chapter)