A Certain Marvel Super Player

Melinda May is dead as hell.

Locke was certain of this.

but……

After what Rosa said just now, Locke became a little curious about whether Nick Fury and Phil Coulson were dead.

fine.

There's a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D.

...No, it should be said that SHIELD spies were mixed into Hydra's team. SHIELD thought they were not exposed, but in fact, Hydra was watching.

soon.

The email was answered quickly.

"...Sir, didn't you shoot down the plane that Nick Fury and Coulson were flying on?"

"I didn't see the body."

"If that's what you're worried about, sir, there's no need to."

"If they were dead, why didn't SHIELD send someone to fish them out of the river?"

"SHIELD has been prohibited from all non-essential actions by the Security Council. In particular, Nick Fury and Phil Coulson are no longer members of SHIELD, and they are also dead."

"……Yeah?"

"Yes, after you shot down the plane, we disguised ourselves as FBI agents and went to the scene, but the matter was so important that we did not remove Nick Fury's body in public view."

"So, Nick Fury is dead?"

"Yes, I assure you, sir!"

"..."

Locke touched his chin.

so……

Are Nick Fury and Phil Coulson still dead?

Or is Hydra lying?

"Ah."

Locke closed the notebook in his hand directly: "Why the hell am I thinking so much? Come and see for yourself, won't you know?"

Laughed.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

He has a cheat.

Locke said he would send Nick Fury to hell, and Locke kept his word!

Even if Captain Marvel comes, we can’t protect him.

Locke's words!

The next second.

Locke swung his right hand!

Track the card!

Location card!

"Nick Fury!"

Locke directly tore open the two cards in his hand and said to himself, and then looked at the scene with the blessing of the plug-in: "I spent a card with the original price of two thousand potential points to serve you alone. You The face is so great."

In an instant!

A tracking map instantly unfolded.

Immediately afterwards.

A positioning map appeared directly.

but……

wtf?

Locke raised his eyebrows and was speechless looking at the endless magma and fire that appeared in the picture, as well as the doomsday-like scene in the city.

Where is this?

"Ding! 』

"Location is successful. The target, Nick Fury, is located in the hell dimension. The coordinates have been sent successfully and will continue to be refreshed within half an hour!" 』

"Ding! 』

"The tracking is successful. The target, Nick Fury, has shown you the nearest route, the nearest hell dimension passage, Texas, the Grand Canyon. This passage will be closed in three hours. Please arrive in time to enter the hell dimension." 』

"..."

Locke blinked, stood up, and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

no.

He needs some quiet time!

after awhile.

Locke washed his face, and then walked out.

Ears can be deceiving.

The eyes can also be deceiving.

Even people can lie to others.

but……

Plug-ins will not lie to him. Over the years, although Locke has consumed as few points as possible, he will still use them when facing some difficult targets.

He knows how to adapt.

Tracking cards and location cards cannot deceive people, and no one or thing can deceive them.

so……

Both the tracking card and the location card say that Nick Fury is already in the hell dimension, so Nick Fury must be acting strangely and run to the hell dimension.

Then comes the problem.

Hydra also confirmed that Nick Fury was dead, and then his card also confirmed it. So, Rosa, why did she say she didn't see Nick Fury get on the helicopter?

Locke shook his head.

Just make sure you're dead.

The Queen.

An apartment.

"Sir."

Phil Coulson, who had been hiding in this secret apartment for a day, looked at Nick Fury, who couldn't seem to find anyone in the dark without even turning on the lights, and frowned a little: "Why don't you notify the bureau to pick us up?" ?”

Sitting on the sofa, Nick Fury, who is perfect and dark, has one eye that emits black light, but it is too dark. The black is shining, and it is also black: "There is a ghost in the bureau!"

Coulson was stunned: "What?"

Is there something wrong with SHIELD?

who?

"We are evacuating. Does anyone know about this?"

"Well……"

"He came too quickly."

Nick Fury took something out of his arms and threw it directly on the table.

Coulson took advantage of the little light coming from outside, rubbed it in his hand, and frowned: "Our positioning tracker?"

"right."

Nick Fury nodded.

He found this under the body of the car he was riding in, but it had been damaged.

but.

Besides their own people, who else can install tracking and positioning on their cars?

It's a pity that Nick Fury doesn't know that some people are priceless, but some people are cheap. For example, the driver can actually be bought for only $20,000.

It's not as expensive as a Lightning surface-to-air individual missile.

"and……"

Nick Fury said in a deep voice: "How was our information exposed?"

Coulson was slightly stunned.

yes.

If it was just a name, it would be easy to tell, but that time, what was provided to the court was not just the name, but also their positions within SHIELD?

Unless this thing is leaked internally, it is basically impossible for anyone to know about it.

Coulson came to his senses: "Then sir, what should we do?"

"wait."

"What?"

Nick Fury once again took out a stack of things from his arms and threw it on the sofa: "If the man behind the scenes is our insider, then he should take action soon. Before he takes action, we first Hiding in the dark.”

Said.

Nick Fury squinted his one eye and uttered one sentence: "Number Two!"

Coulson looked at Nick Fury.

Number two!

The first class of SHIELD Academy was enrolled at the same time as Agent No. 1 Victoria Knox, a taciturn agent who defected with Victoria Knox that year.

Nick Fury now seriously doubts that this second agent is the unparalleled assassin.

only……

"Any news on that CIA agent, Lorraine Broughton?"

"No."

Colson shook his head: "Before we were arrested, we only found out that Lorraine Broughton was officially recorded as dead."

Then, just as they were about to continue, they were thrown into jail.

While Coulson was answering Nick Fury's question, he looked at the documents that Nick Fury had just thrown on the table. With the faint light, he could see that they were two fake documents.

"This is……"

"Our ID."

Nick Fury said: "Leave New York early tomorrow morning and go to Texas!"

"ha?"

"No matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot be perfect when hiding its traces. Only by going to the prey's lair can we find evidence."

"...Okay, then, can you turn on the water so I can take a shower?"

"cannot."

"……All right."

Late at night.

In the darkness, Nick Fury's eyes flashed with green light, looking over there at Phil Coulson, who was wrapped in clothes and sleeping soundly and deeply, and touched his chin.

"I don't know how long this face will last."

"..."

…

the next day.

"Aqiu!"

"God bless you."

When Gwen heard Locke sneezing, she subconsciously said a blessing, then took out a few tissues and handed them over, looking at Locke who was driving: "Do you have a cold?"

Locke sniffed his somewhat clogged nose and hummed: "It's possible, maybe the air conditioner was turned on last night."

air conditioner?

Gwen turned her head and looked outside the window, seeing the first snow that had suddenly fallen since early in the morning.

On such a cold day, do you sleep with the air conditioner on?

Gwen came back to her senses and looked at Locke thoughtfully.

Locke saw it from the corner of his eye and glanced: "There were mosquitoes in the bedroom yesterday. Don't worry, I'm not sick. I'm physically and mentally healthy. I don't need to see a doctor or a psychiatrist."

Gwen shrugged: "I didn't say that."

Locke chuckled.

You didn't say it, that's what your expression looked like.

Come to school.

Locke, who had just gotten out of the car, sneezed again.

From the passenger seat, Gwen, who was wearing a pink down jacket, looked at Locke, who had put on a fur coat: "Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

Locke took out his schoolbag from the back seat and waved his hand: "No, we cowboys believe that people can defeat diseases with their own bodies."

Gwen walked up to Locke and complained: "So in recent years, orthodox cowboys are almost extinct."

Footsteps.

Touch your forehead.

Gwen blinked: "It's not very hot."

Locke shrugged and said, "It's okay. It will get better after a while. You have to believe in my recovery ability."

Gwen thought of Locke's extraordinary healing powers.

Any chance you can do some blood research?

Gwen tilted her head and looked at Locke who had already taken steps to walk in front, thinking so in her heart, and then quickly chased after him.

Locke was also curious.

He has upgraded his Tenacity Talent to Extraordinary Level 2, and his entire body can ignore small-caliber ammunition, but why, he can't resist this little cold.

He did have a cold.

Maybe it was because of the sea breeze blowing in Manhattan Harbor last night.

but.

Compared to when I woke up in the morning, I was still in a somewhat hazy state, but now, it is almost much better.

Entered the classroom.

Several other students with better academic performance saw Locke like this, and their eyes lit up. Good guy, the second place in the ninth grade has a cold. This is an opportunity.

The third student was eager to try.

but……

The reality is very cruel. Even if Locke is sick, it will not change the fact that Locke is joking. Being sick will not affect the speed of his problem solving at all.

It even made Locke do the questions faster.

By noon, after racing against time, taking three exams, and sleeping most of the time, Locke was already recovered. He bit the sandwich in his hand to replenish his strength.

Gwen, who was sitting across from him, looked at Locke who was still listless in the morning but was full of energy at this moment. The idea of ​​taking a tube of Locke's blood for research became more and more intense.

"Wow. "

Kenm, who had also finished his class, came from a short distance away. Looking at his best friend who was looking at Locke without blinking, he couldn't help but push him, put the plate down and teased: "Gwen, Why don't you go to the city hall this holiday?"

Gwen looked at Kenm suspiciously: "Why should I go to the city hall?"

Do we still need permission from the city hall to draw Locke’s blood?

Kenm blinked, looked at Locke who was also looking over, and said with a smile: "Go and take the oath to get the certificate. Anyway, in New York, you can get married after you are sixteen years old."

"Ahem!"

Locke made a fist with his right hand and coughed a few times.

Good guy.

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