The Dimension Comes to Marvel

Putting down his phone, Coulson looked around.

We have arrived at the Fuyun convenience store that the fat aunt mentioned. You can also see the corner in the distance.

However, because of Nick Fury's instructions, Coulson did not enter alone.

He crossed his arms and walked back and forth for a while, then suddenly felt his throat was a little dry, so he turned and entered the Fuyun Convenience Store.

The store is not big, with only two long rows of shelves backed by each other, with various snacks and groceries on them. Each item has its name and price marked with a nameplate.

A girl wearing an apron is sorting the products on the shelves.

He didn't even look up when he heard the door open.

Moreover, due to the lack of light and the side view, Coulson could not clearly see the girl's face. Judging from her small body shape, she should be of Asian race and underage.

The counter is at the door, with a revenue collection machine on it, and an Asian young man sitting behind it.

Judging from his face, he is around 20 years old.

He has good facial features and a dignified appearance, and is dressed in casual clothes. He has a smile on his face, giving him a feeling of vitality.

Colson bought a can of Coke.

After paying the bill, he asked: "How long has this shop been open, boss?"

"It just opened this year."

The young man replied, and then looked at him strangely, "Why do you ask this? Are you doing market research?"

"I'm just curious to see the boss opening his own store at such a young age." Colson shrugged, then stretched out his right hand, "Phil Colson."

The young man shook hands with Colson and introduced himself, "Gu Yuan, Chinese."

"No wonder the store name is so similar to Chinatown style."

Gu Yuan smiled noncommittally and asked straight to the point: "Is something wrong, Mr. Colson?"

Coulson hesitated for a moment, then leaned on the counter and said, "Actually, I am an FBI agent, here to investigate the recent missing persons case."

"This is not a recent case, it has happened for more than half a year!" Gu Yuan didn't seem surprised at all.

"You know!?"

Coulson's eyes widened.

"Brother, you are so fake."

Gu Yuan took out a box of cigarettes from the counter, pulled out one and handed it over.

Colson shook his head and refused.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan nodded, took a deep breath, and exhaled a long stream of smoke.

"Five months ago, the Furry Bear Gang and the Mexican Gang conducted a joint search in Hell's Kitchen. They went door to door asking if they had seen several members of their gang..."

As he spoke, it seemed that the smoke was suffocating his eyes. Gu Yuan held the cigarette in his hand and continued: "Since then, people from the two gangs will come to inquire basically every week, but the members they inquire about are different from before.

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"After that, more gang members joined the investigation. But what they investigated was whether they had seen certain members of their gang."

"Then, police cars also drove into Hell's Kitchen frequently. Most of the questions they asked were whether they had seen those gang members and whether they had noticed any suspicious incidents... In this case, it would be difficult not to know what happened."

"That's true."

Colson was not embarrassed. He continued to take a sip of Coke and asked, "Does the boss have any clues?"

Gu Yuan took out a box of cigarettes from the counter, "One thousand dollars."

Colson looked at the cigarettes. It was just a box of ordinary bargains. He immediately shook his head and said, "It's too expensive, five hundred dollars."

"Nine hundred."

"Six hundred."

"Eight hundred can't be less, you can go back and reimburse yourself anyway!"

Colson looked at the young man's determined face and took out eight Franklin cards from his wallet, "You win."

"You won't regret it."

Gu Yuan happily put the banknotes into his pocket, then looked around, and when he saw no one there, he lowered his voice and said: "Since you are the agent here to investigate this matter, you should have heard about what happened near here last night.

scream!"

"That came from a frightened aunt. If this is the only information you have, I will make you spit out those eight Franklins."

"This news has spread throughout the morning. How could I fool you with such news that everyone knows?"

Seeing this, Coulson's heart skipped a beat, "Have you discovered anything else?"

"That's right!"

Gu Yuan snapped his fingers and said: "Behind my shop is a warehouse. When the warehouse door opens, you will see the alley."

"Tell the important point."

"Don't be anxious, things have to be explained bit by bit." Gu Yuan smiled, "You also know that the crime rate in Hell's Kitchen remains high. To protect lives and property, I installed a camera outside the back door of the warehouse.

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"Aren't you invading other people's privacy?"

Coulson's eyes widened.

He had long heard that the Chinese people liked to install cameras everywhere, but he didn't expect that this Chinese man also had this habit.

"Hey, how did you talk?"

Gu Yuan slapped the counter in displeasure and shouted, "I'm here to protect my life and property. If it weren't for this camera, my store would have been emptied out long ago. If it weren't for this camera, would the clues you want to know be found?"

"Ahem, I'm sorry. You also know that people from different regions have their own habits and concepts, so please continue with the previous topic."

"I'll pull up the video and you can watch it yourself."

Gu Yuan seemed still angry and did not want to talk to Colson. After opening the surveillance video, the computer was facing him.

Coulson wanted to explain, but after seeing the person on the surveillance camera, he immediately turned his attention to the video.

Because it was dark night, the video was not very clear. I could only see a drunk man staggering by.

Just when the drunk man was about to leave the surveillance range, a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt came over from the other end.

He wore a hood and lowered his head.

So I couldn't see his appearance clearly. His height was estimated to be about 1.7 meters, and he was relatively small, like an Asian. His body shape was far different from that of a drunkard.

But when the two people passed each other, they saw a fierce scarlet light. The man in the hooded sweatshirt suddenly stretched out his right hand and penetrated the drunk man's chest, pulling out his heart.

Then he effortlessly picked up the drunkard and jumped over the wall with a slight leap.

"this……"

Coulson's eyes widened.

Judging from the drunken man's size, he weighed around two hundred pounds.

A little man about 1.7 meters tall, carrying a weight of 200 kilograms, can easily jump over a three-meter-high wall, with one hand piercing the human chest and extending from the back. What kind of strength is required to do this!

I’m afraid no one would believe me if I told you.

Colson quickly calmed down, picked up the mouse and replayed it repeatedly, slowly, without missing a single detail.

He saw clearly the source of that fierce light...it was the murderer's eyes, like the eyes of a wolf hidden in the darkness.

But they are more ferocious than the wolf's eyes.

It makes people feel frightened just by looking at it.

Combining the information he got from the fat aunt, Coulson reconstructed the entire incident in his mind.

Men in hooded sweatshirts attacked the drunk man and took his body to a remote place around the corner to devour.