The Father of Superheroes

in the room.

Sitting at the low table, Mike glanced at the person who greeted Coulson.

He looks like he is forty years old, not tall, less than 1.7 meters, but not thin, with a pair of mustaches hanging on his upper lip, and his eyes are sharp.

Coulson nodded to him, looked at Mike curiously, and explained, "Mr. Yoshida, this is Mike."

Teruo Yoshida nodded to Mike, clapped his hands, and the waiter who was waiting outside opened the door and bent down slightly.

"Let's serve."

Yoshida Teruo said, and said to Coulson, "Sir, is this your first time here?"

Colson nodded.

Terufu Yoshida said, "We spent a lot of time getting this thing, you guys..."

Coulson said calmly: "Don't worry, the money will be credited to your account in a while."

Teruo Yoshida smiled and chatted with Coulson.

Obviously, he also knew that of the two, Coulson was in charge.

Mike didn't care about the other party's neglect, but looked at the furnishings in the room with interest.

Turning his eyes around, his eyes fell on a thing wrapped in black cloth beside Yoshida Teruo.

Is this what Coulson came to get?

It looked like an ordinary deal, and Coulson had said before that this guy didn't know he was a S.H.I.E.L.D.

In other words, Coulson is too stingy.

Said to invite him to dinner, but it turned out that he was not invited to dinner, and brought him to eat...

Soon, the waiter came in with some dishes.

All are neon specialties.

All kinds of sashimi, sushi etc...

The taste was alright, but a bit bland for Mike.

"It's better to have a hot pot..."

Mike whispered in his heart, took another piece of sushi and threw it into his mouth.

Go out and find something else to eat in a while.

Mike secretly decided.

Coulson and the other party were eating, drinking and chatting, and Mike toasted from time to time to echo, but he was comfortable eating.

After three rounds of drinking, Coulson and Yoshida Teruo got some drunkenness on their faces, and the two finally got down to business.

After receiving a call and confirming that the funds had arrived, Yoshida Teruo smiled and took out the thing wrapped in black cloth and pushed it towards Coulson.

Coulson opened the black cloth.

Inside is a black box with some incomprehensible patterns on the body, and the shape is a bit strange, like a miniature coffin.

Mike was startled.

What is this, he is a little interested.

Coulson put his hand on the box, and when he was about to open it, Teruo Yoshida's face changed dramatically and he said, "Don't open it!"

Coulson paused and said, "If you don't open it, how can I tell the truth from the fake?"

"Distinguish the real from the fake?" Yoshida Teruo said anxiously: "When you distinguish the real from the fake, you will be a corpse."

Coulson frowned, and Mike looked at the black box with curiosity.

What the **** is this?

Teruo Yoshida couldn't help but said: "I advise you, don't open this thing, it's very evil and dangerous."

Coulson was speechless.

They bought it for research. If you don’t open it and see, let’s not say whether it’s true or false, how can you study it?

Seeing that Coulson didn't quite believe it and would open it at any time, Teruo Yoshida hurriedly got up and said, "If you really want to open it, wait until I leave before opening it."

While wearing his coat, he handed over the two room cards and said, "This is the hotel room card, so I won't accompany you."

"Mr. Yoshida!" Coulson looked at the other party and said coldly: "If this thing is fake, you should understand that we can easily find you."

"Don't worry, it won't be fake."

Yoshida said while stepping back, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, Coulson shook his head.

Is it so scary?

"What is this?"

Mike asked.

Coulson pressed the box and said, "I don't know either, but it is said that there are some files inside."

"Archives?" Mike wondered, "What's so scary about this thing."

Coulson shrugged and said, "Who knows, but it is said that anyone who sees it will die mysteriously."

"so smart!"

"This is just a legend, there is no evidence at all."

Coulson smiled, with a casual attitude, obviously not believing the rumor.

"If you don't believe it, why did you S.H.I.E.L.D. buy it?"

"I don't believe it, but people who want to study it do."

As Coulson spoke, he was about to open the box.

Mike frowned and reminded: "I don't think that person just pretended to be. Maybe this thing is really dangerous."

Coulson didn't care and said with a smile, "It's just a box and a file, what danger can there be."

Saying that, he winked at Mike and said, "I'm an atheist, and such rumors won't scare me."

Mike drank the wine in the glass, got up and said, "Okay, I'll go out first, you can take a look at it yourself."

Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, he doesn't want to see the files inside. This is something of S.H.I.E.L.D., don't get into trouble if you see it.

It's okay to have a personal relationship with someone from S.H.I.E.L.D., but if it's official business, forget it.

Leaving Coulson alone inside, Mike walked out of the private room and went outside the restaurant to breathe.

At this time, night had just come, and there were more and more people on the street, but it was more lively than when Mike came in the afternoon.

Sun, sand, beauty...

Thinking of the beauty of tomorrow, Mike smiled.

This is life.

However, I don't know what happened to the three boys.

The thought of worry flashed through his mind, and Mike was attracted by the people walking back and forth on the road.

Gee, the beach is good.

Mike smiled and decided to find a place to have two drinks in a while to see if there was a suitable person to accompany him to spend this lonely night.

Meanwhile, Coulson has opened that black box.

The moment he opened it, Coulson suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help shivering.

what's the situation?

Coulson looked inexplicable, but as a staunch atheist, he didn't care, but picked up the contents of the box and looked at it.

Inside was a photo, and several sheets of paper stacked on top of each other.

The photo is on top.

Colson picked up the photo and looked at it. It was a torn and stitched photo of three men, a man, a woman, and a child.

The children looked cute, but the faces of a boy and a girl were torn off.

Is this a family?

Coulson frowned, and when he was about to put down the photo, he actually saw the child in the photo move, and even the woman whose face was torn out had a pale and cold face.

Coulson threw away the photo subconsciously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ When he opened his eyes and looked again, nothing had changed in the photo.

"Dazzling?"

Coulson whispered, and there was a vague feeling in his heart.

but…

I am atheist.

Coulson said silently, and he had already opened the box.

Putting the photo aside, Coulson picked up the file and looked at it.

Nothing special, just two ordinary files, there is no way to see why, after all, he knows very few neon characters.

"What is this girl's name?"

Coulson frowned, shoved the file into the box, and locked it again.

This stuff is still left to the people in the bureau to study.