Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Wu Liuqi threw the scissors to the ground.

"Damn it! Mission failed again!"

Sylvie threw the M82A1 to the ground.

"Damn! You can't kill anyone these days!"

"Ah Qi, I'm going to assassinate Zemo. I've made a note of that Adams guy! Never cooperate with him next time!!"

Wu Liuqi didn't get the money. Later he found out that Jinpin's financial situation had always been at a loss. He didn't expect that the leader of the underworld was so shameless.

This assassination was not Wu Liuqi's fault at all. He was staged by his teammates. Who can bear this?

Wu Liuqi returns to Hell's Kitchen.

He has been very tired these days and misses the Mapo Tofu at Thirteen Restaurant.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Uncle Jika and the red-haired beauty who called him little angel. She had a big wave perm today.

"Mr. Wu, we meet again."

They had obviously just separated... How could this guy come back faster than me?!

"So, what's the reason for coming here this time?"

Wu Liuqi gave Xiao Shisan a color, and the landlady understood it and entered the kitchen.

"Actually, it's nothing big. The main thing is to discuss the matter of the external organization. I told you a few days ago. Now, just go back and take a test with me, and you can officially join us."

Plum Blossom Thirteen brought the prepared mapo tofu, Wu Liuqi took a spoonful and said, "Okay, no problem, I can do it anytime."

According to Article xx of the Assassin's Code.

A good assassin needs a formal profession, and he no longer wants to be a barber.

Phil and Natasha looked at each other.

"How's it going? Is he okay?"

Natasha responded to Phil's eyes: "No problem, what could be the problem?!"

Phil winked: "Don't be like this. You are also a level 7 agent after all. Didn't you see something?"

Natasha shrugged: "I'm an agent, not a fortune teller. What can I tell?"

"I think that Mapo Tofu looks good, how about we make one too?"

Phil thought for a few seconds, gave Natasha an affirmative look, then waved his arm and said, "Give us the same!"

The three of them destroyed two portions of tofu.

Before leaving, Phil and Wu Liuqi shook hands cordially.

"Your Chinese food is so delicious. I will pick you up in three days. Don't run around these days. Also, after joining us, you may not be able to take on tasks casually. This is the rule of the organization. I hope

Please cooperate."

Wu Liuqi said a few casual words.

Let him not accept the mission?!

Stop making trouble, how can the assassin give up the mission?

According to Article 8 of the Assassin's Code.

A good assassin must learn to lie.

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Three days later, Phil was waiting at the door of the hair salon early in the morning in his classic car.

Wu Liuqi walked out of the door and yawned lazily.

Mayfair wore sunglasses again today.

"Do you know? I am an eighth-level agent. There are not many newcomers that I can pick up personally. If nothing else happens, I will take you on all future missions."

He really looks like a senior, except for being a bit talkative, everything else is fine.

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"Come on, test your punching strength." said a staff member wearing a blue T-shirt.

Wu Liuqi had just arrived here and heard that joining that external organization required a lot of tests. He didn't know if it was true or not, but it was someone else's card. Let him test it.

"...boom!"

A straight punch from the front.

A burst of dust rose from the ground.

The record of the guy in blue overalls keeping his face straight.

"Next item."

Wu Liuqi walked onto the treadmill.

Phil took a look at the data he just recorded.

"85kg?! That shouldn't be the case. The punching power of an average man should be 100kg. Is Mr. Wu hiding his clumsiness?"

Phil walked to the treadmill. The distance he set was 5,000 meters. For ordinary agents, they only need to run for 10 minutes to qualify.

Ten minutes have passed...

Wu Liuqi was sweating profusely from exhaustion, holding one hand on his waist and the other on the shoulder of the guy in blue.

"It won't work, it won't work... This thing is too tired... I can't stand it, I can't stand it, please change it to another one."

Phil glanced at the data on the treadmill.

"3256 meters?! Is Mr. Wu still hiding his clumsiness? Tsk tsk... He is indeed a professional assassin, he even acts like one."

The next item is combat training.

The personnel are ten level four agents, each of whom has mastered at least three or more fighting techniques.

Wu Liuqi glanced at them, his breath rising in vain, and the scissors danced nimbly on his fingertips.

Phil's pupils shrank: "Are you finally going to take action?"

At this time, an inappropriate voice came, and the boy in blue said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, this is a combat test, please put your weapons away."

As he spoke, he snatched away the spinning scissors.

Before Wu Liuqi could react, those level four agents rushed toward him.

"Wait...wait a minute!! I'm not ready yet!! Woc!! Don't slap me in the face! Ahhhhhh!! My waist! My tailbone!!! sh*t!! Don't touch there!

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Phil couldn't bear to close his eyes and admired Mr. Wu even more in his heart.

The test in the afternoon was over. When he came out of SHIELD headquarters, Wu Liuqi was no longer a human being.

Phil handed a plan into his hand, patted his shoulder and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Wu, you are the first person in this organization. Don't worry, you have a high degree of freedom. As long as

Just take action when we need you, and you can take this."

Phil handed Wu Liuqi a crystal screen.

"This is your ID. If you want to come here in the future, just show it. Also, I will use this when contacting you."

After Wu Liuqi left, Phil stayed in Nick Fury's office.

The director of SHIELD looked surprisingly solemn, with a test report in front of him.

"Punch strength 85kg, 5000m time: unfinished, highest jumping ability, 1.5m?! Fighting skills assessment: F?! Resistance to temptation: none??!..."

"Colson, is this guy really reliable?"

Phil said: "Don't worry, Mr. Wu is very powerful, and he hasn't met you yet, so he can't be counted as a formal member of that organization."

"Also, I think this test can be cancelled, because this method of measuring agents cannot measure an Avenger. You know, they are not ordinary people."

Nick rubbed his eyebrows.

"I will consider this proposal. Tony Stark has made a lot of big noises while you are away recently. He is going to the Middle East. Let's not get involved in this matter for the time being. That **** should also get to know this person.

world."