Marvel Book of Magical Events

The phone was dialed, and Salomon said a few words in the most gentle tone. After getting a positive answer, the mystic then hung up the phone and turned to attack the stew on the plate in front of him. During his business trip to Bayonetta and Joan of Arc, he didn't spend much time cooking. The simple fried steak and sautéed onions were delicious, and even the Cheshire Cat's food had dropped a notch.

The fat cat meowed a few times in dissatisfaction. The monotonous cat food did not please it.

And this time, he was able to eat the stew that took so long to cook because someone was helping him. The android finally learned how to make dinner (though not the cat meal), Maya Hansen brought her grandma's recipe and they made a big pot before Salomon rushed back to the apartment.

As soon as he smelled the aroma of this cream, Salomon's stomach immediately started to growl.

"You should eat more." Maya Hansen sat where Joan of Arc usually sat, picked up a spoon and stuffed a large spoonful into her mouth, "I should eat more too. It's extremely irresponsible for you to leave me here, boss. I'm really fed up with microwave instant food. Those wizards eat better than me... If there is no hot dog they brought, I won't be able to survive."

"I apologize to you, lady." Salmon wiped his mouth, and by the way, he pressed the head of the cat who wanted to climb the table. "I don't think about it. I will help you get an identity that can show up in the sun as soon as possible. At the same time, I am also worried about your safety. Empty. There is a bigger player in the village. Although I am not afraid of this force, they still have threats when you are alone. "

"I didn't know anything about the actual holders of AIM at the time, but it certainly wasn't Killian, he didn't have that. Do you know who they are?"

"Yes, I know." The mystic nodded. He picked up the chubby cat, which weighed fifteen pounds, and rubbed it vigorously in his arms. "But I need them now, and they still have a mission to complete. Damn it, Cheshire cat! Why didn't you say you were going to molt?"

"Meow!"

"The Great War in New York was the end of the old world, and now it's the new world. Our jobs will be much busier as people have access to alien technology, drug formulations, and secrets they're not ready to know."

Agent Grant Ward couldn't agree more. "Agent Coulson, I heard Agent Maria Hill say the same thing." He said, "But that doesn't mean I agree to recruit that hacker. Skye is still a member of Rising Tide! She cracked our RSA encryption system..."

"Twice, still on a laptop. Think how much she can do with our resources?"

"I thought about it, and it was because I thought about it that I disagreed. You came to me for a risk assessment, Coulson, she is a risk, and she doesn't think like us. Even Fitz and Simmons have received professional training..."

"That's what I want." Agent Coulson winked at Agent Ward. He always felt that this young action expert was a little too tense, which didn't fit the relaxed tone of the team. Well, Melinda's staring eyes can be counted, now there are two too tight guys on the air bus.

"What Ward means is that there are already two children on the Airbus who can't fight, and now you've found another one." As Agent Coulson's old partner, Agent Melinda May objected quite bluntly. Although she has said that she will not participate in combat, this does not mean that she does not care about the safety of Secret Service personnel.

Agent Coulson simply suppressed all the proposals, and he even put aside the mission he had received not long ago.

"This is Mission 084." Agent May pointed to the operating screen in the center of the small conference room, "Is this how you threw Mission 084 aside, Coulson?"

Agent Ward also cast a puzzled look.

"This mission can wait. In fact, before carrying out this mission, we have to carry out another mission, top secret. Relax, Agent Ward, you are not asking you to dismantle the nuclear bomb. We are going to investigate the whereabouts of a stolen money worth hundreds of millions of dollars. This mission comes from the highest level." Agent Coulson pointed upwards, "But this mission does not need to use force, because the mission target is an old acquaintance of ours—remember the document I showed you in the past, May? The one about super-powered children, I thought you would understand He's interested."

Agent Melinda May rolled her eyes wide.

"What are you talking about?" Agent Grande Ward asked.

"You will know." Agent Coulson said with a smile, "Let everyone attend the meeting, including Skye. I will explain the mission objectives in detail. This is a friendly mission, suitable for novices to participate in."

Fitz, Simmons and Skye were crowded side by side on the sofa, each holding a cup of hot black tea in their hands. What Coulson said in the meeting was not wrong, this is indeed a very friendly mission, even too friendly. The android placed a plate of hot cookies on the table in front of the three rookie agents. The taciturn android rarely spoke, but the topic did not leave the dessert she made. "Butter biscuits in the shape of bears!" Simmons' eyes lit up. "This is so cute! Thank you very much!"

After a while, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit dull, the novice agents huddled together became a little nervous.

"Great biscuits. Oh, and black tea! Are you British, er...Miss Dinah?" This was the first time Simmons tried to ask a question, and the person who had just given her dessert. This made her a little sorry, she felt that the cookie she just ate would jump out of her stomach and punch her hard.

"No, I don't belong to a certain country." The artificial man's indifferent tone interrupted Simmons's continued questioning, and she retreated to the sofa with a sob. But the people around her are not as shy as her. "The tea is delicious." Skye smiled. She put down her cup and tried to stand up. "But I want to go to the bathroom."

The artificial man took a step forward, held her shoulders, and pushed her back to the sofa. "Master doesn't allow you to move around at will." The artificial man said, "You can only stay here."

"Well, that's really friendly." Fitz muttered, covering his face with his teacup and tray. He stared at the artificial man from the corner of his eye, then lowered his voice to communicate with his companions, "What are Coulson and that Salomon talking about? They have been in the study for a long time."

"Do you really want to keep it secret, Salomon?" Agent Coulson also held a cup of black tea in his hand, as did Melinda May and Grant Ward, who were sitting on soft chairs in the study. It's just that they didn't intend to drink tea. Only Agent Coulson could enjoy tea without any scruples.

Agent Melinda May feels that things are going badly, because of Coulson's proposal, the entire team has moved into the apartment. However, they were separated, and the three non-combat-capable members were left in the living room. She didn't know why Coulson would agree to such a thing, but she would not let down her vigilance—the floor-to-ceiling windows, bookcases, pens, everything was roughly observed by Agent Melinda May, and she wanted to find a solution after an emergency occurred.

Although she met Salomon once, she didn't trust Salomon. That mission was enough for her to remember her whole life (referring to the mission of the devil's son).

Grant Ward thought so too.

"We're old friends, aren't we?" Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows. "I know your financial situation, Salomon. You have no reason to take the stolen money. Why didn't you tell us what you used the money for? I believe you must have a legitimate use."

"Did Nick Fury tell you that? It's not like something he would say."

"No, it's me. I know you. I've been studying you since the incident in Salem. I know about Colin Town, I know about Sun Island, I know what you did during the Battle of New York, and I know that I can trust you. You are the kind of person who will save countless lives." Coulson said softly, "So, I just came to find out where you spent your money, that's all."

"You're really good at persuading people, Agent Coulson." The mystic smiled, which gave Agent Coulson some bad premonition, "But not this time, although we have taken risks together. Nick Fury gave you this address not to let you interrupt my lunch. Who else knows here?"

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