Glory of the Sun God (Marvel Sun God)

"Find Frank." Upon hearing Skye's words, Coulson's face suddenly fell, and a wry smile immediately appeared uncontrollably. "This is not that simple. I'm afraid that child hates us now."

"What you need to consider at this time should not be his personal emotions, but what you should consider is the safety of ordinary people. Don't forget, the only one who can help them at this time is you. If even you do nothing at this time If so, then they will have no choice but to wait to die.”

Skye had confidence in Colson as always, but unfortunately, faced with such a situation, even Colson himself didn't know where to get this confidence.

He is no longer powerless, because with their betrayal of their previous cause and the death of Nick Fury, even the people under their command have shown a tendency to scatter.

At this moment, he can be said to be a bare commander. Except for a few old subordinates, he doesn't even have anyone else to mobilize.To expect that just two or three kittens and puppies can solve this potential nationwide crisis is really overestimating him.

Of course, he was not prepared to let Skye know about these difficulties, because in his opinion, this was not something that Skye needed to worry about.Not to mention whether Skye has the ability to provide the necessary help in this, whether she should appear in it is an issue that Coulson needs to consider.

Although he has always been a good old guy, this does not mean that Coulson does not have his own opinions.In his opinion, everything that happened today was actually just the bitter consequences of all of them bringing it upon themselves.

It was their compromise with the capital forces that led to the complete breakdown with the Stark family.And it was also because those stupid civilians casually spread their grievances on them, which gave those guys under the banner of restoration an opportunity.

Everything happens for a reason.In this series of cause and effect, everyone must pay the price for the mistakes they have made.And this price is what they are facing now, but they just turn a blind eye.

It is conceivable that when all this comes to the surface, it will be a scene like a landslide and tsunami.But even so, what could they do? No one was willing to listen to them, and no one was even willing to help them except Skye.Everyone, almost everyone, is immersed in the illusion of peace and prosperity.And since they are so content with the status quo, it is natural for them to drown in the flood when it comes.

Coulson was not prepared to do more, he just wanted to fulfill his obligation and do everything he could to fulfill his destiny.This can be said to be a sign of frustration.Indeed, with the death of Stark, the collapse of their career, and the fact that his old boss had led them into a dead end, he was already confused about the way forward and completely lost his fighting spirit.

He doesn't care that he will be destroyed along with the current corrupt government, because this itself is within the scope of what he considers to be his own fault.He just didn't want Skye to get involved and have someone who had never done anything wrong come along with them to pay the price.So he shook his head decisively, and then said this to Skye.

"I understand, Skye. But this is not your concern anymore. You are not in a position to get involved, and Osborn should not be in a place like this. So, leave the rest to me, and I will take care of it. All of this."

"Phil, what are you going to do?"

I felt something was wrong almost instinctively, but I didn't know what was wrong.Skye could only open her mouth and question him with a suspicious expression.In response, Coulson just shook his head.

"Trust me, I'll handle it. I'm always good at dealing with problems like this, aren't I?"

It is true that he is good at dealing with such problems, and this past experience did give Skye the wrong signal.She stopped pursuing it and just assumed it was Coulson's own idea.And she, who was still a little worried, could only say this to him at this time.

"Okay, Colson. But don't forget, I will support you as always. No matter what trouble you have, contact me as soon as possible,"

"Of course, I'm not that kind of pedantic guy. If Osborne's help is needed, I won't be polite. That's it, Daisy. Thank you for your support, it's time for me to take action."

He hung up the call unilaterally, and then fell down on his office chair with a sigh.The data in front of me showed shocking numbers.Facing this answer that almost made people feel desperate, he really felt powerless in his heart.

There is a sudden increase in the number of cases in the hundreds of thousands, although the possibility of influenza cannot be ruled out.But according to the mathematical model designed by his two smartest brains, the number of real infected people is very likely to be close to 17.00%.

17.00% in just two days.It is completely unimaginable what a nightmare it will be when this virus that has evolved an incubation period actually breaks out.What made him even more unimaginable was that when faced with such a terrifying situation, the top officials of the government were still obsessed with their power games and could not come up with any means to deal with it. What would happen? a scene.

The end of America? It sounds like a great irony.The United States, which has persisted in the face of aliens, hell invasions, and world-destroying shadows, will be destroyed at the hands of its own people.This is really the greatest irony that can be given to it and to all those who have fought and fought for this country.

But despite this, what can he do? The most he can do is to give this country one more person who is willing to die for it when it is destroyed.

Having made a choice for his fate in his heart, Colson hastily signed a few documents that had been prepared before he stood up and walked to a pair of impressive-looking floor-length mirrors.

He looked older in the mirror than he did back then.Whether it was the hairline that had receded to the edge of the Mediterranean Sea or the increasingly deep lines at the corners of his eyes, they all proved the weight of what he had endured during these difficult years.

At a certain moment, he could indeed proudly claim that he had a clear conscience.

At that time, he participated in what he considered the greatest cause in the world, and this cause was completely worthy of praise and even being remembered by history.At that time, he could hold his head high, face anyone with the greatest confidence, declare his name to others, and even take the trouble to praise his career.

But now he can only straighten his body as much as possible and raise his head to make himself look less rickety and humble.

"This is really a wrong choice."

He murmured to himself, and the wry smile seemed to be engraved on his face.But he still managed to cheer up, stretched out his palm, and pressed it firmly against the surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The palm print scan is followed by a pupil scan, followed by a comparison sound.After a series of complicated procedures, the entire mirror took on a new look, as if it had turned into a huge electronic screen.

Countless files, information and ulterior secrets are hidden in it, and this is the backup of all intelligence data from the SHIELD era to today.

After all, Nick Fury is a habitually cunning person.Even if he said that he did not expect that he would die in a foreign country like this, at the hands of a group of ancient people.But he himself was on guard against those capital forces and at the same time wanted to do everything he could to increase his authority in the restoration government. It was impossible for him not to make arrangements and preparations for his death.

Similarly, it is also because few people can trust him in today's current situation.Therefore, leaving everything in Coulson's hands became his only choice.

His original thought was that if something unexpected happened and he couldn't come back, then Coulson, who had such a huge amount of information and intelligence, could not use it to eradicate dissidents and take the initiative of the restoration government. .At the very least, it is acceptable to use this as a bargaining chip to obtain enough capital from those capitalist politicians to allow SHIELD to reappear in the world under another name.

They need to reserve a private land in the current government, not only because they, the remnants of the former dynasty, need a place to breathe and lick their wounds, but more importantly, they need the existence of such a place to cultivate their own strength in the hope of recovery in the future.

Compromising with capital has never been their original wish.If the current situation at that time was not too bad and almost all situations were not favorable to them, it would be impossible for them to compromise with the forces of capital.And even if they compromise, they are essentially unwilling to give up their efforts over the years.

For people like them, they clearly know what is right, but in the end they can only give up and live with what is wrong.This is undoubtedly a kind of inner torture.Of course, they didn't give up at that time because they felt there was still hope.But looking back now, is this hopeful?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Coulson forced himself not to think about this problem again.Then he hesitated for a moment, and then decisively gave the order to delete the files in front of him.

Admittedly, this behavior is a very wasteful one.You know, this is the joint achievement of generations of American agents since the information age.Once upon a time, in order to obtain this information and intelligence, countless people devoted their efforts and even paid the price of blood and lives.The value of this is so huge that even if only one-tenth is leaked, it is enough to easily subvert the power of a small country.

Coulson knew the value of this all too well, but precisely because he knew the value of it, he was even more worried that these things would fall into the hands of those despicable guys and then become a bargaining chip for them to squander.

This is not impossible, on the contrary, it will almost become an inevitable fact.When the national power of the United States cannot guarantee the interests of these capitalists, it is completely natural that they will find ways to sell out their country to obtain greater benefits for themselves, just like the Soviet Union back then.

He couldn't allow this to happen, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.Alone and alone, and having fallen into such a situation, the only thing he can do is to destroy these treasures, so that their long-term efforts will not be used by those people, and even if they become flying Ashes will never become a weapon to divide this country.

Of course, there might be a better way, but he didn't want to think about it anymore.He was tired, mentally and physically exhausted.Now he just wants to finish what he can still do, and then quietly arrange a destination for himself.

This was the only thought he had now, and at the urging of this thought, he straightened his clothes, and then made a sound in the mirror in front of him.

"Jarvis, I think I need to talk to you."

No one responded for a long time, making him look like a fool.But he still stood there upright, facing the mirror with his usual smile.After a long silence, Jarvis's voice came from the mirror.

"I don't understand, Mr. Coulson, how you guessed that."

"It's not a guess. It's just because I know Mr. Stark too well. Don't forget, he has an old habit of stealing information, and as a product designed by him, it's hard for me to believe that he didn't leave anything behind in this mirror. What kind of back-up tactics are there? It’s obvious that I was right again, wasn’t it?”

"You have always been very wise, Mr. Colson." After a simple compliment, Jarvis said to Colson in a calm and distant tone. "Then, I can simply ask, do you have any business with me?"

"I need your help, Jarvis. I need you to schedule a meeting with Frank for me."

There was another awkward silence, and after a little anxious waiting, Coulson heard Jarvis's somewhat mocking words.

"What makes you think that I will agree to your unreasonable request? Do you still think that our relationship is the same as before?"

"No, of course I understand. I don't ask for forgiveness either."

Coulson was naturally embarrassed to be asked such a pointed question by an intelligent life.But he still managed to keep his smile while answering Jarvis.

"But you should know why I am looking for him. It is not for myself or the government of this country, but for the truly innocent people, those hundreds of millions of ordinary people. I Please, Jarvis, please help me. That's all I ask."