Marvel: My Frog Cub Brings Back the Dragon Fruit

"Squeak..." the

old wooden door of the antique shop rattled.

"Hey, Jack, long time no see..."

Coulson walked in with a little wincing, and said hello with some hesitation in his hand.

"What are you here for? If you come to persuade, then you can leave.

Guo Feng's tone was cold, inadvertently revealing a trace of murderous aura.

"Ah, don't be so decisive, I just came over to complete the task, first listen to me say the conditions, after you say you decide to agree or disagree, and then I will turn around and leave, absolutely not bothering you."

Coulson finished in one breath very quickly, he really wanted to complete the task alone.

Being able to accomplish the best and be able to reach a reconciliation with a strong person of Guo Feng's strength is not a bad thing for either aspect.

However, if no settlement is reached, then Coulson also feels nothing, after all, he also expected in his heart, knowing that he had been squatting for a long time before.

"Well, then you say." When Guo Feng heard Coulson's words, the expression on his face did not change, he took the teapot and warmed a cup of tea for himself, and then directly drank the hot tea into his mouth regardless of the temperature.

"Don't you feel hot?" Coulson already had a bottom line in his heart, so his tone was also relaxed, and he saw Guo Feng drinking boiled water directly, and changed the topic and said.

"Don't think, if there is something, you will say, if there is nothing, you will leave."

Guo Feng's tone still did not fluctuate.

Talking to the owner of the Green Dragon Fruit about the scald problem of drinking hot water, isn't this telling Te Wupu who knows better?

"I hope you're here to talk to me and not to talk to me here."

Guo Feng added another hot brew of hot tea for himself, but this time he held it in his hand and did not drink it.

If you drink it, you drink it, and whether it tastes good or not is another matter.

And in the face of Guo Feng's cold appearance, Coulson, who was sitting on the stool opposite Guo Feng, was a little embarrassed, after all, he didn't even have a glass of water in his hand.

And Guo Feng didn't have the idea of pouring it for him.

"Well, listen to me, Jack. The idea of the World Council is to propose compensation, they intend to compensate you for 300 million US dollars in mental damage, after all, you were not injured in that battle, and at the same time, they also decided to provide you with a set of the world's top Long Island villas, with the world's best intelligent service system..."

Coulson directly said the answer that the World Council discussed for several hours.

And Guo Feng's face became more and more cold!

"Click!"

Coulson's neck shrunk, and Guo Feng, who was on the other side, let go of his hand expressionlessly, and the hot tea had dripped down his arm to the ground and his clothes.

On the palm of the hand are several fragments of ceramic cups that have shattered into slag.

"They just say compensation? No apology at all? I don't know if there are 30 billion US dollars in those mushroom eggs they beat? Guo Feng's tone was even more cold, and even several dragon scales faintly appeared on his neck and face.

"In addition, this teacup in my hand is Father Cheng's treasure, the Western Zhou Antiques of Jingdezhen, an official kiln of the Eastern Song Dynasty on the other side of the ocean, are worth a lot, because of your problem, something happened, this account must be calculated to the head of the World Council, 3 million US dollars, remember to hit Father Cheng's account!"

Guo Feng exuded a purple-red aura, and the sense of oppression belonging to the strong directly oppressed Coulson, and Coulson seemed to vaguely see a green dragon divine beast roaring at him!

"Well... Good.

His whole body trembled from being oppressed by the superior predator, but Coulson still took the topic tremblingly:

"I will go back and get the World Council reimbursed for this thing."

Although Coulson is very clear, that teacup is obviously not from some official kiln Western Zhou of the Song Dynasty.

It clearly says made in the Los Angeles Chinatown factory, and smart people can tell at a glance that it was definitely from last week.

But Coulson didn't want to be smart now, so he honestly gathered the pieces of the teacup together, and then carefully took a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it.

Even if it was last week's cup fragment, it was a cup fragment from last week that cost $3 million.

"On the issue of compensation, the World Parliament said it could be discussed."

And Guo Feng's face was cold, his expression seemed to be uninteresting, and he said in a cold tone:

"Discuss? What is there to negotiate about this? Where are they? You tell me their address now, and I'll go talk to them directly!

Guo Feng exuded a pitch-black murderous aura.

Although Coulson couldn't feel it, vaguely, Coulson felt as if some kind of desolate beast was staring at him, and the hideous dragon's mouth left saliva.

It was suddenly a little creepy.

"That... That probably doesn't have to be, right?

Coulson said not somewhat, but with a very cringe.

At the same time, he was silently complaining in his heart.

"I don't think you're going to discuss, you're sending them to hell to discuss with the devil!"

After some events, such as the Texas Ghost Rider riot, Coulson, as a senior S.H.I.E.L.D., also learned that there is hell and demons in the world.

But he wasn't alarmed at this point, after all, when he had just entered the secret service industry.

The starting point of the first task is several times that of others.

Other rookie agents are still discussing whether it is more difficult for terrorists to fight or more difficult to infiltrate gangs.

He, Coulson, has already forced the Skuru to try piloting an alien spaceship with a gun.

And Coulson has also seen more than one alien race, the other day Thor, that is, the Asgardians of New Mexico.

And in the intelligence, the black parasite possessed by the current Spider-Man Peter Parker, according to the intelligence, is also an alien lifeform!

Stealing chickens in the wet market every day!

Of course, as for naming where most of the members of the World Assembly are, Coulson knows it, but he will never say it.

After all, it is a large part of the world's political elites, and once something happens, even if it is not a major event for the time being, it will not affect civilians.

But the competition for the higher power layer will really affect their iron rice bowl!

In particular, the annual allocation of S.H.I.E.L.D. to S.H.I.E.L.D. accounts for the majority of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funding!

However, Coulson himself will not say, but Guo Feng can make him voluntarily speak!

A green light flashed leisurely in Guo Feng's pupils.

Coulson, who was originally sitting in front of him, instantly stiffened his body and sat motionless on the sofa like a wooden carving.

Immortal cultivation function brought by the palm heaven bottle!

Soul hypnosis!