New Staff of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Phil Coulson got in the car directly and sat in the driver's seat, Wesley sat in the co-pilot, and then began to adjust the gun in his hand. This is a sniper gun, the first stun gun designed by Leo Fitz. Wesley likes this gun very much, especially in the current situation of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is nothing more suitable than this gun.

"Phil, this stun gun is very suitable for us to use now, especially when the enemy is unknown. We should support Fitz to continue researching, especially the pistol." Wesley adjusted while adjusting. said.

"Yes, I really should support him. I will submit it to the director after he studies it. It can be used as one of the commonly used equipment of S.H.I.E.L.D. Will you shoot directly in a while?" Phil Coulson drove in his car. fast.

"No, I need to fight him to see how strong he is. If he loses control of his emotions, I will shoot again." After adjusting the gun, Wesley directly put it into the internal space.

"I heard that you got the space gem. I didn't expect it to be so convenient. I think I should give you some equipment to carry, so that we can relax a lot."

On the flight base, Fitz sat down after Wesley left, "Scared me to death, he put a lot of pressure on me!"

Simmons tilted his head and thought, "I don't feel any pressure? Are you timid yourself?"

"He's not looking at you, of course you don't have any pressure, I'm like facing a mountain, he's a 'Sir', more powerful than a 'Knight', a member of the Avengers, you've seen him in New York The performance of the battle? Especially when I went straight to the space channel at the end, I couldn't breathe while watching the live broadcast." Fitz's expression of admiration, Simmons finally understood why this guy was nervous.

The two of Wesley drove to the factory. To be honest, it was smashed here. Wesley welcomed him with his hands up, and if the worker was injured, he would be fired. What is the reason? It is estimated that there is also a problem with the contract signed at the beginning. Such a boss can indeed make a fortune, but not to mention his character.

The two were waiting at the door. Michael Peterson had neither a car nor a taxi. He could only come here by bus, so they took a step forward.

"Where will I start in a while?" Phil Coulson asked.

"Come inside, go to their monitoring room later and turn off all monitoring."

"Okay." After that, Phil Coulson got out of the car and walked into the factory.

Wesley also got out of the car, leaned against the car, lit a cigarette and started smoking, waiting bored for the arrival of the other party.

Michael Peterson is now in a corner. He was fired after being injured, his wife left, and the house is not expected to be preserved. He urgently needs a job now, and the people who helped him recover did not let his strength be exposed, so how does he live? Woolen cloth? He came to the factory gate again, hoping that the supervisor could let him continue to work, as long as he has a job, everything will be fine.

Wesley threw away the cigarette butt, kept his distance, followed step by step, and showed his ID at the guard without explaining the reason. The two walked in one after the other. Michael Peterson quickly found the supervisor and begged there with all his might, but to no avail. His anger instantly took over his sanity, and he pushed the heavy box beside him. Push it out a long way.

"Well, the power is indeed very strong. I don't have such a lot of power now." Wesley hid aside and measured it, and then walked out. "Michael Peterson." Wesley called out his name aloud, attracting his attention.

The other party looked over and stared at Wesley suspiciously. Wesley was wearing a black suit and walked over calmly, "Who are you?"

Wesley took out his documents directly, "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, I have something to talk to you about."

Michael Peterson frowned, "I haven't heard of it. What's going on here has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay away."

"Sorry, things here have a lot to do with us, and I hope you can come with us." Wesley didn't stop at all, and went straight to the other side.

Seeing Wesley standing in front of him, and wanting to take himself away, Michael Peterson, who has lost his mind now, directly pushed a hand to Wesley's chest, this guy obviously can't fight.

Wesley was well prepared, knowing that he was not his opponent in normal state, his heart was already beating fast, and the opponent's movements were very slow in his eyes. Wesley also has some experience summed up now. It is difficult to strengthen the speed in general. He does not understand this very well. Isn't strengthening the human body supposed to be comprehensive? Why are there generally only two types of physical strength and strength?

"Clap" grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it hard. Wesley didn't twist it, but it also restricted the opponent's movements, and the two instantly began to wrestle on the spot. If Wesley didn't use his own ability, he really couldn't compare to the other party, but now it turned out to be an equal appearance, but this is just power.

After a little probing, Wesley no longer hesitated, just kicked out with his foot, hit the opponent's stomach, "bang" a solid kick, and a dull and powerful voice echoed in the empty factory building. The factory supervisor had already run away, while many workers were watching.

Michael Peterson was kicked out a few meters, but he didn't fall down. He glared at Wesley in anger, then looked left and right, dragged a metal can from the back of a forklift, and then accelerated towards Wes. profit.

Such a huge force made all the workers look terrified, and they all stepped back a lot. Wesley stared at each other. When the metal can was smashed to the head, Wesley sideways dodged, and then his body moved forward, waving one arm, A punch hit the opponent in the face.

The punch of "Bang" was very heavy, and it sounded like a muffled drum when it hit the face. Wesley did not stop attacking. Taking advantage of his speed was a series of attacks. He was a wild way. The other party can only hold his head.

"Ah..." The series of attacks made Michael Peterson extremely crazy, and he shouted directly and rushed towards Wesley, completely ignoring the defense. Wesley did not expect him to be like this, the two were too close, Wesley was hugged directly, as if his body was clamped by iron pliers. Fortunately, he was fast enough to not let the opponent's hands fold behind his back, and propped up his arms in advance, and the two started wrestling again.

"You'd better come with me. You are very unstable now, and it may explode at any time. Only we can save you." The two faced each other, although Wesley was a little disgusted, but still said.

"No, I should be a hero, they stole everything from me, and now I have the ability to take back everything that belongs to me."