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The riots in New York did not attract Pierce's attention at all. He believed that Nick would get the best benefit for S.H.I.E.L.D., although this benefit might be tricky for Hydra, and he is now focusing on Nick Fury. Entrusted to him!

"So, you CIA keep someone here and take him away in less than a month?" The warden in a black baseball cap wiped his wet hands, then sat down on his chair Curiously, he looked at the man sitting in front of him.

This man didn't look like any CIA officer he'd ever met, those guys looked either like regular middle-aged office workers or high-spirited detectives just out of school, and they didn't look anything like intelligence agents. Associated (the CIA never calls himself a special agent) but the man in front of him with the CIA certificate, he looks more like a gloomy assassin, not wearing a suit, wearing a black leather jacket, including the involuntary bending of the right index finger, that It's the symbol of holding a gun as a conditioned reflex, and that hairline and hairstyle reminded him of the punk style of the 1960s and 1970s.

"Yes, is there any problem?" John Garrett raised his legs unhurriedly. They came here with complete documents, and the stamps on the formalities were all true. As for the warden, they went to verify their identities. , huh, this is purely a dream, he will always get no comment when he calls Langley.

"Okay, you can take people away!" The warden simply didn't think about those problems. Anyway, he was just a small warden, earning such a dead salary every month. Of course, he could occasionally get from prisoners Where to get some oil and water, or go to the female prisoner to play a little game of pirate captain hehehe, what does the high-level affairs have to do with him?

"Of course, thanks!" Garrett got up, picked up the leather glove he had thrown on the table, then walked out the gate, and made his way up the fence, energized barbed wire attached to the towering concrete wall, guards armed with weapons vigilant Watching the prisoners under the wall, if there is a slight disturbance, guards wearing heavy armor and carrying batons will be dispatched from the small gate under the wall to give those guys a heartfelt training, and the prisoners are also clearly distinguished, with white skin and black skin. They are divided into large groups of each other, and then they are divided into small groups according to nationality.

"He's there!" The warden pointed to a circle of white people in the corner.

"That group is either the British or the Australians. Opposite them are the French and Germans, and the Russians and Koreans are fighting over there!"

Garrett half-squinted at the middle-aged man surrounded by four or five big men, who looked like an old farmer from Yorkshire.

Perhaps sensing that someone was watching him, Jonah Allen raised his head, looked at Garrett and the others on the fence, smiled, then raised his right hand and raised his middle finger.

"Do you want to teach him a lesson?" the SHIELD agent behind Garrett whispered.

"No, no!" Garrett smiled, this guy has a personality, he likes it!

After the handover, Jonah, in shackles, was sent by heavily armed soldiers to a Quinjet waiting outside the prison.

"Untie him!" On the plane, Garrett sat opposite Allen, staring into each other's eyes without saying a word.

"You are not the CIA!" Being stared at by a big man, even the old agent couldn't bear it.

"why?"

"The CIA doesn't have this!" Allen tapped the armor plate behind him.

"In this case, we will not hide it, we are S.H.I.E.L.D., Mr. Jonah Allen!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.! Hehe! I guess my freedom is expensive!"

"Yes, Mr. Allen, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs you and what's in your head!"

"I don't understand! I'm just an ordinary terrorist!"

"Really?" Garrett released a collected monster voice.

"Let's put it bluntly, we need some people who understand these big guys now, and you are the only one who has dug tunnels into those guys' lair!"

"In this case, I have a condition!"

"SHIELD never negotiates terms with terrorists! Mr. Allen!" The serious-looking bald man walked out of the cockpit.

"Really? What if I have information on how to control those guys?" Allen raised his legs.

"This is impossible, the information we have..." When the bald brother was about to say that no one could control those guys, he suddenly got stuck.

"Your information is out of date!"

"Okay, state your terms!" Garrett motioned for the bald brother to shut up first.

"I need $100 million!"

"This is impossible!"

"You listen first, what if I could help you find a giant beast comparable to that big lizard in San Francisco?"

"How is it possible, all the monsters are taken by the emperor, wait, you mean, there are monsters that the emperor didn't find!" Although the bald brother is a little greedy, timid, and lustful, he is not stupid, and it works. He was surprised at first, then ecstatic, the Hydra was about to rise!

"Where is the monster?"

"One hundred million dollars!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't talk to terrorists..." The bald-headed brother wanted to re-emphasize his principles, and the boss's order came through his earphones, "Give it to him!"

Alexander Pierce was also eavesdropping on the channel. The information that Nick Fury handed him explained in great detail that Jonah Allen had been missing for half a year while on a mission in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago, and then reappeared. After that, he In his spare time, he frantically collected a lot of information about prehistoric civilization. What happened to him in that half year!

"Sir?"

"Give it to him!" Pierce's tone was very firm.

"Yes!" The bald brother could only nod his head.

"The money can be given to you, but we have to get the coordinates first, and the information you said, we must confirm it is valid before we can give it to you!"

"Of course, where shall we go now?" Allen asked with a smile.

"Washington!"

Not only Alan Jonah, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been wielding its hoe to the imperial organizations in the United States and many allied countries. After all, compared to the rich and powerful S.H.I.E.L.D., the funds of the imperial organization have always been tilted toward research, and the wages of all personnel. What, it can only be regarded as upper-middle class, but everyone wants to enjoy it. His wife wants brand-name clothes, his son and daughter want to go to a famous school, and he has to occasionally buy some good cigarettes and alcohol. Naturally, these expenses cannot be paid for by the organization's funds. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. has indeed dug a lot of researchers to change jobs, but because they will not be able to access the core layer for a while, so they have not found any flaws for those core scientists or something.