Meiman: Weaving Myths, Starting From Urban Legends

It took Phil Coulson a full half an hour, and even showed Chu Mu a piece of information from the logistics department, which convinced Chu Mu that there was no money printing machine in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Looking at Chu Mu's extremely disappointed eyes, Phil Coulson was terrified, secretly glad that he might have prevented a major federal crime that might affect the entire national economy.

"Then where did you get the money?" Chu Mu didn't believe that Phil Coulson's status as a high level agent would allow him to receive a salary of several million a month.

"Funding for a secret mission, if you want to know what it is, maybe..." Phil Coulson also wanted to lure Chu Mu into his secret operations team.

However.

His words were not finished yet.

Chu Mu turned around and left the office with a small stack of mission funds he gave him, leaving only Phil Coulson who turned his head and poured water, and suddenly found that there was no one in the middle of speaking, his face was speechless.

After lunch.

Chu Mu was not in a hurry to go out either.

after all.

No one wants to go out to work in the hot and scorching heat of the sun. Definitely, another trivial reason is that the missing persons in the information given by Phil Coulson always disappear at night, and the road bar where hippies like to gather is only open at night.

"Eating and drinking at public expense! I feel like Phil Coulson is about to offer you up as an ancestor! When subordinates can be yours! You are really my idol forever!"

Jemma Simmons' expression is very exaggerated.

"You little Sunspot, stay away."

Chu Mu is still thinking about the color-changing ink.

"When will I be valued by Phil Coulson like you? I can't write endless reports and hack endless private photo albums. I didn't choose computers for these things back then."

Leo Fitz was also assigned a routine task by Phil Coulson just now, which was to hack into a congressman's mobile phone and computer to collect criminal evidence.

These few years.

Leo Fitz has performed similar tasks too many times, and he no longer wants to see how despicable politicians use their toothpicks to match wits with those poor acting women.

"Maybe you can upload those photos and videos online, and I think you can get a good profit." Jemma Simmons came up with a bad idea.

"Oh, then you and Chu will have to visit me in the federal prison. I don't want to go to jail because of this. At least five years' starting sentence is a price I can't afford."

Leo Fitz obviously had similar thoughts, but he was too scared to take any action because of the price he might have to pay.

"Why do you think we're going to visit you?"

Jemma Simmons looked surprised.

"Yeah, do you think our time is worthless"?" Chu Mu turned his head and glanced at Leo Fitz, and continued to play with the sixth-order Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"Okay, this is the warmth and coldness of human relationships, I understand."

With a hurt expression, Leo Fitz turned his chair again and cracked the member's private photo album. Now he thinks it's not so good to make fake documents and go out for consumption.

What he envied was being able to get money from S.H.I.E.L.D to spend.

"Wow! The shortest record has been set!"

After deciphering a member's photo album again, Leo Fitz's eyes widened. He saw pictures in the photo album that did not conform to Darwin's theory of evolution.

"Are you sure... he still has that stuff?"

Chu Mu came over with a strange expression.

"some."

Leo Fitz zoomed in on the picture, and proved to Chu Mu and Gemma Simmons that this member of Congress did not have an extra cut when he was a child.

"I admire... this woman."

Jemma Simmons looked at the woman in the picture with an expression that looked like she was about to ascend to heaven, she immediately gave a thumbs up, feeling that real actors are not in Hollywood.

When everyone is off work.

Chu Mu went to the field again.

before leaving.

He also took two fuel cards from the logistics department. Even if the gas card cannot be used up during field work this time [rehanding it to the online trading platform can create an additional collection area.

For most of the old agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, such an operation can only be regarded as a basic operation. Anyway, a large amount of S.H.I.E.L.D's surplus funds will always disappear inexplicably every year.

If you don't take it, if I don't take it, Commissioner Geng has to take it.

Am I right.

Nick. Fury.

"I need an M1911 pistol, and a Barrett, and it would be better to equip me with 500 rounds of pistol bullets and two Barrett bullets with magazines.

When Chu Mu received the equipment, he also encountered difficulties from the logistics staff.

"Do you know what you're talking about? Don't tell me you're going to fight a world war!" The logistics staff rolled their eyes with an attitude that didn't want Chu Mu at all.

"My friend, have you ever been in the field? Do you understand field work? Do you know how many crises are brewing outside?" Chu Mu actually just doesn't like the attitude of the support staff.

but.

This does not affect his occupation of the moral high ground. Is what he said wrong? There are indeed many crises brewing outside, and what he is going to investigate is supernatural events.

"I can only give you a pistol with two magazines."

Logisticians have been slow to deliver the firepower Chu Mu needs.

no way.

Chu Mu could only make a phone call to Phil Coulson, and then the logistics department received instructions from their superiors, and then distributed equipment to Chu Mu with a "day's dog" expression.

"It's over sooner than this."

Chu Mu adjusted the equipment received from the logistics department very satisfied.

"Who knew you were a related household..."

I can tell.

The employees in S.H.I.E.L.D also have a deep understanding of the ways of the world.

 …

Just when Chu Mu was driving to the mission destination.

As the sun goes down gradually.

On the interstate in the direction he was traveling.

The originally relatively clear sky soon became densely covered with dark clouds, and as the sun completely set, a large number of dark clouds gathered together to form a posture of billowing dark clouds.

"What the hell weather!"

Chu Mu was driving a jeep on the wide road at high speed. Seeing the torrential rain, the driving visibility soon became appallingly low.

Chu Mu had no choice but to slow down the car and drive for several hours before arriving at the destination he should have arrived two hours ago.

"The place where this bar was built...is too local."

When Chu Mu saw a bar standing in the wilderness, it was hard for him to imagine that such a bar could still make money. Are all the guests in it people who don’t watch movies or TV shows?

This is the kind of place where all the horrible things happen in the movies.

Such as well-known ID.

Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre or something.

... `Unlucky. "

Chu Mu didn't think there would be any delicious dinner in such a place, so he parked his jeep on the side of the road, and walked towards the bar with a black umbrella.

"Tsk tsk, an Asian boy with thin skin and tender flesh, we don't have your favorite blonde here, and people who want to have fun are not welcome here."

The bartender standing under the eaves of the bar was very burly and strong, with a big thick chain around his neck. Chu Mu could tell at a glance that he was just like those social elders in his previous life.

Alluvial gold is still a bit of a card.

The big iron chain that can be dyed gold is very cheap.

"As you can see, it's impossible to drive in this damn weather. I'm thirsty and hungry now. I just want to take a good rest and eat something."

Chu Mu is now playing a down-on-his-luck urban white-collar worker who suspects that this place is engaged in human trafficking, otherwise who would open a bar in such a shitty place.

Don't squat your waist.

Earn money?

"It can be seen that you are in a mess, but our bar is not open to outsiders. This is not racial discrimination, but only Angel is allowed to step in."

The burly man held a wine bottle in his hand, and he directly blocked Chu Mu's way by raising his hand. The Angel he was talking about was not a race or life in the true sense.

It's a kind of subculture tout among hipsters. Hippies like to wear jackets with wings, so they like to brag and call themselves jerks.

"I don't think...you know what an Angel is."

Chu Mu looked suspiciously at the burly man. He originally thought this was a kidney processing factory, but now it seems that the people in this bar are not really interested in kidneys?

otherwise.

Which kidney processing factory would reject a pair of healthy kidneys from Asia? People all over the world know that Asians with stricter drug control have the healthiest kidneys.

"Listen, I don't want to talk nonsense with you here. Either you leave quickly, or I will let you know what the consequences will be for someone like me."

The burly man looked fiercely and warned Chu Mu.

"This is not a place where the law can play a role. If you are buried in a pile of dirt, even if it is turned into fertilizer, the police will not find any murderers."

The burly bartender showed off his skull tattoo, his words made Chu Mu's eyes light up, wouldn't it be possible to find out where the missing person went?

"Now, leave us with this..."

The burly bartender hadn't finished speaking.

A large-caliber Desert Eagle came directly to his chin. .