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

Wesley and his father are now waiting for each other's blueprints. Once it is determined that they will leave New York to meet Carlos' friends and start new training, although he is no longer an assassin, Wesley wants to train. It is his own, and Carlos naturally meets the needs of his son.

After the two went downstairs, Wesley looked at the Chevrolet Camaro, "This car has arrived, we actually drove him to New York, it's not easy, I want to sell it and get another one. A better one, and you need a car too."

"It's all up to you." Carlos said indifferently, he didn't have much to pursue.

The two were about to get into the car. Two black Chevrolet Suburbans crowded their cars one after the other in the middle. Wesley and Carlos watched them calmly, and a group of men in suits stepped out. When the car came, they did not approach the two of them, but surrounded them faintly in the center, a little far away.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you guys." A guy with a short height and not a lot of hair came over. Wesley could see who he was. Phil Coulson, a senior agent of SHIELD, what level is he?

"It's not that we are nervous, it's that you are too nervous. Since you came to us, you should know what we are doing. I hope you can directly say the main point. These people are really not enough to watch." Wesley said indifferently, he Now that there is arrogant capital, even if you are Phil Coulson, I don't necessarily need to take care of you.

"Yes, we are indeed a little nervous, why don't we talk about it in another place? I'll take your car and go." Phil Coulson said with a smile, this is a gentle person, if he changes into a suit, you It may not be thought that he is an agent, and in the Avengers, his status is a very special one.

"Let's go, it's just noon, I'll treat you to a meal." Wesley opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, while Carlos opened the door on the other side, put down the co-pilot's seat, and sat in the back In the seat, Phil Coulson also naturally sat in the co-pilot's position, then pressed the earphone and said, "You can evacuate."

The two front and rear Chevrolet Suburbans started and drove away. Wesley turned the steering wheel and the car came out and then sped away.

"Have you been spying on us, or the Brotherhood of Assassins?" Wesley asked as he drove.

"Not bad." Phil admitted directly.

"Electronics?" Wesley asked again.

"Smart." Phil kept smiling all the time. Wesley could imagine that if he wanted to monitor assassins, then tracking would definitely not work. Only electronic devices could do it. Otherwise, how many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. could die? Even if the two sides go to war, S.H.I.E.L.D., which has not yet joined by superheroes, will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and there are Hydras as an internal response. They will not miss this opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

"Why do you want us to join? Oh, by the way, my father is retired. If you want to find someone, you can only find me." Wesley reminded.

"It's really a pity, Mr. Carlos Gibson is the top assassin, but since he's retired, he should enjoy life." Phil's words directly confirmed that Carlos was not required to join, and Wesley was working with Apple communicated.

"Should I join?" Wesley asked Apple.

"I can't draw a conclusion." Apple is as unhelpful as always. "However, the universe Rubik's cube is an energy body. I don't know if it will help me after contact."

Apple's words made Wesley a little moved. It is very difficult to rely on himself to help Apple upgrade, but if the Cosmic Cube can be used, then the speed is quite fast, but can you get in touch with it if you just joined it? Captain America resurrected? These are all unknowns, but now that there is hope, do you need to fight?

The car drove to the hotel and parked directly in the parking lot outside. Then the three got off the car and entered the restaurant directly. "You can eat whatever you want." Wesley ordered steak, pasta, cake, seafood soup and beer. The waiter Looking at him with strange eyes, Wesley glared at him directly, "Have you never seen a countryman?"

The waiter was defeated. They stayed in a five-star hotel. Phil asked for a normal price comparison, while Carlos had his own eating habits.

"How? How about joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Phil asked.

"You didn't even say what you were doing, and you wanted me to join?" Wesley glanced at Phil.

"This can't be said, it's a secret, it can only be known after joining."

"Are you sure you can only say it after you join? Or is it that our strength is too average, is it necessary?" Wesley smiled strangely. He was very familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was too difficult to fool him.

"It is indeed a top assassin, although you have just entered the industry."

"Wrong, I'm not an assassin, I'm just an ordinary person who was forced to join, and then finally eradicated the evil with my father." Wesley said in a high-sounding manner, but this is the truth, but the means of collecting money in the process are more thorough.

"I can only tell you that S.H.I.E.L.D. is the agency responsible for Earth's security, that's all." Wesley was different from Tony Stark, they fought for Stark because he had a steel suit, and Wesley was just more than ordinary People are just a few times stronger.

"Understood, I can join, but I need some time, my training has not been completed, the past is just a crash course."

"Yes, and after you enter, you will have to train as an agent."

"There's no problem with this, who would dislike how little they learned, especially the Assassin Brotherhood is too primitive, the latest device applications are basically not available, and they all use mobile phones to record bank account passwords, you know that means what?"

"They don't spend money, or they don't come out and spend often."

"Smart." The result was a happy one, Wesley wanted to get close to the Cube, and Phil got a powerful colleague. After eating, the account was directly recorded, and the three separated.

Carlos only asked at this time: "Why do you want to join?" Carlos thought that Wesley joined for him. After all, assassins are not a profession that sees light.

"Don't think too much, it's not just for you, but I'm really interested. I don't like a plain life. Even if you have a lot of money, it's just a number. It doesn't mean anything. Wouldn't it be good to join this kind of secret service organization? Let's clean up the tail and they'll know what to do," Wesley said with a laugh.