Meiman: Weaving Myths, Starting From Urban Legends

The clock on the wall said half past three.

There are still two hours or so before the time to get off work. Chu Mu was bored playing with the coffee cup in his hand, thinking about which restaurant to go for food after get off work.

As a S.H.I.E.L.D employee, there are many hidden benefits. For example, when you have an FDA certificate, you don’t need to think about whether you need to pay for meals.

Just using the excuse of a routine spot check is enough to get you a dinner at most high level restaurants without spending a dime.

It is said that people in the United States do not understand the world.

Chu Mu has always felt that this statement is a brand new version of "the moon in foreign countries is relatively round". At least, according to his experience of living here, people in the elite class are very sophisticated.

"Let's go to Monroe's tonight. I heard that their steaks are delicious." Chu Mu's act of checking the restaurant's information caught the attention of Jemma Simmons.

The only girl in the supernatural processing department now turned her head to look at Chu Mu at the next table in surprise, speaking with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"Oh my god, Chu, that restaurant has been very popular on the Internet recently, and it's not easy to make a reservation. Do you know the owner there?"

There was a bit of expectation in Jemma Simmons' eyes.

"do not know."

Chu Mu blinked.

"Then you probably won't be able to eat a good steak tonight."

Jemma Simmons pouted in disappointment.

"Just try your luck."

Chu Mu chuckled, feeling in her heart that Jemma Simmons was still too young to know how to use her position to improve her daily life.

Monroe's is hot.

It is indeed difficult for the general food supervision bureau certificate to have much effect.

but.

"Wow~"

Chu Mu opened the drawer in his office and began to choose from hundreds of documents. He firmly believed that as long as he had the right identity, he could always have a free dinner.

After a long time, Chu Mu looked through a lot of legal and forged documents, but he couldn't find the choice he wanted. He could only choose to move a few machines from under the desk.

"Kayla~ Kayla~ Kayla~"

New documents are being legally forged. Just when Chu Mu turned his hands into butterfly knives and began to fabricate various backgrounds for his new identity.

the other side.

In the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

As Nick. Fury of SHIELD Director, he must not be able to eat anything tonight. After the murder of the President of the White House and Natasha Romanoff's suspected contact with a mysterious organization, Nick. Fury couldn't help wondering whether his identity as SHIELD Director was fake.

foundation?

Containment?

The darkness and secrets hidden in the ancient years?

"Pierce, does S.H.I.E.L.D have any secrets that you have been hiding from me?" Nick. Fury couldn't resist calling his old friend.

"What?"

The senior HYDRA on the other end of the phone, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D, Alexander Pierce, couldn't help being shocked when he received the call.

Could it be.

Nick. Fury already aware of the existence of HYDRA? Know that S.H.I.E.L.D is not actually S.H.I.E.L.D, but should be renamed Snake Shield Bureau?

"Why do you ask that?"

Alexander Pierce calmly took out another mobile phone, and while talking with Nick. Fury, he was ready to contact his subordinates at any time to carry out a surprise assassination operation against Nick. Fury. He sent a message out that the guard in charge of guarding the door for Nick. Fury was on standby.

"I ran into situations that were difficult to understand."

Nick. Fury didn't know that he was already in a dangerous situation. He looked at the fried chicken on his desktop that he bought from outside not long ago.

At the moment.

Nick. Fury, who was still very greedy at first, didn't have the heart to remember bitterness and sweetness at all. Fried chicken is taboo for black people, and only fried chicken that is handed over by others is taboo.

What they bought themselves doesn't count.

"Tell me, let me analyze it for you?" Alexander Pierce looked at his watch, and tentatively asked Nick. Fury.

"Do you know the Foundation?"

Nick. Fury didn't say everything either.

"Huh? Is it a charitable fund created by those rich people for legal tax avoidance? Hehe, which company's person in charge are you eyeing?"

Alexander Pierce secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask about HYDRA, he could still pretend to be good friends with Nick. Fury.

"Uh...it's okay."

Nick. Fury hung up the phone with a serious expression.

Seeing that the previous director of S.H.I.E.L.D didn't respond to the term, he immediately realized that this organization probably never appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D's field of vision.

"baffling."

A few traces of doubt flashed across Alexander Pierce's eyes, but soon he was re-attracted by the high-level video conference inside HYDRA.

"That nigger again?"

Facing inquiries from colleagues at HYDRA.

Alexander Pierce sneered, "Isn't that right? It's just a puppet. That descendant of a black slave really thinks he's a big shot."

The other HYDRA executives also laughed.

"Okay, stop talking meaningless jokes, let's continue talking about the previous topic, about the cloning of the Superman gene and its application experiments."

Accompanied by a serious voice, a group of Nazis who communicated through video conferences started a secret plan based on Superman genes.

them.

Not only do they want to clone a Superman clone that has no emotions but will resolutely implement HYDRA's orders, but they want to use mature cloning technology to form a "Superman Legion".

"We, HYDRA, must have our own Superman!"

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