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After thinking for a while, Mike dialed Coulson's cell phone.

After a few rings, the call was answered.

"Hey, who is it?"

Is it so difficult for a middle-aged man who has started to go bald to have a good night's sleep?Coulson got up and was so angry that he was confused, otherwise he wouldn't have even seen the show clearly.

"it's me."

"Mike!" Colson suddenly woke up.There have been basically no good things related to Mike recently, and there is a lot of mess to clean up.

"Just three or four minutes ago, I was ambushed by gunmen on a street about 4 meters away from my supermarket. The sniper location was a high-rise house about 50 meters away from me. There was a violent explosion in the house, and the gunman was riding a motorcycle. Suspected to be Harley’s space starship.”

The motorcycle named "Space Starship" is worth a million dollars. It is said to be the dream motorcycle of millions of people, but only a few can afford it. This is also a traceable clue.

"The gunman is 1 meters tall and weighs about 83 kilograms. He wears a black leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet so that his appearance cannot be seen. The gunman can easily hit a person who suddenly jumps forward from 80 meters away. He is not an ordinary sniper."

"I also found two special custom-made warheads. There are not many craftsmen with this skill. This is also a clue. I will take photos and send them."

Even though he knew his expression couldn't be seen through the phone, Coulson still showed his signature smile and thought: "It's easy to ask someone for help."

"Mike, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a private organization. There are things I can do if I want to. Procedures, do you understand the procedures? Accessing surrounding public cameras, requesting police cooperation, and even calling military-grade satellites all require application, and subsequent reports are piling up. Like a mountain..." It was very quiet on the other side of the phone, and Coulson couldn't help but ask, "Mike, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"I know. You're explaining how difficult it is to raise the price."

Mike sneered, these days the ancestors are playing with the leftovers, how dare they use them to do their own thing?

"Forehead……"

I bid, you counter-offer, and then we talk to each other, and finally we come up with a price that is acceptable to both of us.That's the routine, right? You don't follow the routine?

Mike was quite unhappy. SHIELD didn't have to handle the matter. The key was to obtain surveillance and extract useful information from a large amount of surveillance footage.

What SHIELD can do, Tony Stark can do too.The only difference is that SHIELD is legal and Stark is illegal.

Maybe Skye could get it done with a laptop.

Mike felt that asking SHIELD to help was an opportunity for SHIELD to reverse the hip-slimming image in his mind.

"Would you like to help? Just one word."

"Help!" Colson gritted his teeth.

"Okay, that's it, let me know if there's any news."

Mike hung up the phone and thought to himself: "I think I owe you a favor. I will save your life in the future. This favor is big enough."

"Whoo~"

Mike walked back slowly, walking more than [-] meters for a few minutes.It's not that I don't want to be fast, my ribs are broken, but fortunately I have strong physical fitness.Under the influence of soul energy and destiny energy, Mike even felt the tingling of bones and muscles repairing in his body.

An ordinary person would have to stay in the hospital for two months with an injury, but Mike probably only needed three to five days to rest.

Push door.

Seeing Skye covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying, tears couldn't help but flow down.

"Have you seen it all?" Mike scratched his head.

"Yeah." Skye wiped her tears and nodded, "I was just about to close the door and lock the door."

There were only street lights a hundred meters away, but she recognized Mike just by relying on his vague figure.

She saw Mike hitting the ground hard.

Then gunshots were heard.

In America, the sound of gunshots is like the sound of firecrackers in China. It becomes familiar after hearing it often.

At that time, Skye felt her heart stopped beating, the world was spinning, and the sky was dark.

Then she saw Mike stand up.

Fortunately, Mike stood up, otherwise Skye would probably be so heartbroken that he passed away.

"I thought you got hit."

Skye cried, throwing herself at Mike and hugging him, then her unfamiliar, awkward lips explored Mike's.

Salty, the taste of tears.

pain!

"I think you can be more confident and remove the 'think'." Mike grinned in pain.

Why didn't it hurt so much just now?

Could it be that men occasionally show their vulnerable side in front of women?

"Huh?!" Skye didn't react for a moment.

"I mean, I really got shot."

"Then... what should we do? Yes, call an ambulance and go to the hospital!"

"do not!"

Mike grabbed the flustered Skye and said, "No need to go to the hospital, go get some scissors."

Slowly cut the T-shirt open with scissors, revealing a purple-black patch on the chest.

When Skye saw it, she couldn't help but shed tears again.

"Don't cry." At this moment, Skye didn't have the energy he had after joining SHIELD in the future. Mike wiped away the tears with his thumb and said, "The injury is not as serious as it looks."

Mike asked Skye to get a large pack of wipes, and when he wiped them, the wipes were immediately stained red.

"This is the body's automatic discharge of congestion."

"Really?"

"Really, look! The black and purple on the chest are a little lighter."

"It seems to be oh."

Oh, it's a balloon. It's only been discharged a little. You can tell it's a little lighter. It's just a psychological effect.

"What should we do now?"

"Hmm~" Mike thought for a moment, "How about...continue the kiss just now?"

Skye blushed like a tomato, "Just now, just now... Anyway, that... uh uh uh..."

"You don't mean to say, a kiss of friendship."

"Yes, yes, that's what I want to say, yes!"

Mike closed her mouth in one fell swoop—with his lips.

"No no no."

"what?"

"I can't breathe."

"Well, friendship lasts forever, so a longer kiss makes sense."

"Again...uh huh huh."

Ten minutes later, Skye glared at Mike angrily, "You just wanted to stick out your tongue, right?"

"No." Mike looked innocent.

"Whether there is or not, I won't allow it next time. I can't even think about it. It's so dirty!"

"Next time? What next time?" Mike pretended to be stupid.

"It's just..." Skye stamped her foot.

Mike took advantage of this and pressed Skye's lips together again, unwilling to separate for a long time.

"You better think about it next time," Mike whispered in Skye's ear.

"I'll take you upstairs." It felt very late, Mike said to Scar.

"No!" Skye shook her head and refused.

"Are you..." Mike smiled wickedly, "Are you going too fast?"

Skye raised his hand, ready to strike, "What are you thinking about? Humph!"

She took another wet wipe, wiped away the oozing blood, and asked, "Are all your missions dangerous?"

"Mostly. This mission is about vampires and mutated vampire 'reapers'." Mike said sadly: "The person who ambushed me just now may be an enemy. So not only is my mission dangerous, but the people around me will also be dangerous." In danger.”

"You'll protect me, right?"

"Ok!"

"That's okay. And I will become stronger and protect myself."

At this time, red energy floated from Skye's body.

What's the situation?