People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

At nine o'clock in the morning, the TV station was broadcasting the New York Police Department's regular press conference live.Judging from the wording, it seems that the officials intend to characterize the incident in the warehouse last night as a gang vendetta.

You are talking nonsense with your eyes open.

As for the victims in those warehouses, no one cares.

Drug trafficking, smuggling, illegal imprisonment, extortion, organ trading, multiple murders... it happened in a wealthy area, it was an absolutely shocking case.

In Hell's Kitchen?

It was probably only worthy of a 30-second briefing by the press officer, and the tone was as stiff as poor diplomatic language.

In contrast, there is a lot more activity on the Internet.

"What the hell is the fog of death, the god of death in the fog?"

Mike read the comments from netizens.

Quite speechless.

The fog of death, the god of death in the fog... It's like a low-budget plasma horror movie.

It is still Tony Stark, the head of the Stark Group, who occupies all major sections such as finance, entertainment, and military.

He single-handedly supports a bunch of tabloids and online media. Looking at America, Tony Stark is like a scorpion - a single (poisonous) person.With him around, newspapers and portals never worry about front-page headlines.

nice weather.

Mike simply placed a beach chair in front of the supermarket and acted like a salted fish basking in the sun.

Delicious.

A coffee shop in Hell's Kitchen.

Coulson, who goes by the pseudonym Clark Gregg, is checking Mike's information.

"Mike Tang, a half-Chinese mixed-race, Chinese name Tang En, 22 years old, 1 meters tall, in good health, no history of mental illness, a full scholarship recipient from Princeton University, majoring in law."

"After graduation, I briefly interned at the world-renowned White & Case law firm. A year ago, I suddenly moved to Hell's Kitchen and opened a small supermarket specializing in Chinese chores."

"Nightclub barber, famous playboy."

Speaking of playboy, Coulson thought of Tony Stark's extremely unbeatable face.

As an object of observation, if possible, Coulson would like to find a ripe durian, break the spiked shell into two pieces, smash one piece on Tony's head, plug his eyes with the other piece, and finally smear the pulp in his face.

He shook his head to drive away the messy thoughts. As a senior SHIELD agent, being distracted was very unprofessional behavior.

Continue to read the information.

"On the surface, he runs a supermarket, but he is actually a private detective and mercenary who accepts various commissions. These include finding dogs and catching cats, tutoring primary school students with homework, ghostwriting, professional boyfriends, negotiations, armed hostage rescue, etc."

Is it not against peace to put together tutoring primary school students with their homework, writing homework for them, and rescuing hostages with force?

It is specifically stated at the bottom of the report: [No relevant business qualifications].

"It makes no sense, or is it lawless?" Colson had a dark look on his face, and felt like vomiting in his heart.

"Family relations——"

"My father, Tom Tang, is of Chinese descent, and his Chinese name is Tang Chong. He currently runs a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, San Francisco. He was once a triad member."

"Mother, Anna R. Stewart, former S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific researcher, level five agent, retired."

After analysis, the SHIELD Intelligence Analysis Room determined that the thick fog in the Bigfoot incident was not a chemical substance, but optical virtual imaging.

Combined with Mike's family background, it can explain a lot of things.For example, Mike’s skills and the source of black technology products.

However, Coulson instinctively felt something was wrong.

"By the way, practical issues."

Coulson quickly figured out the key.

Even though Mike has been trained by his parents since childhood, skills and actual combat are not the same thing.

During training, the shots were always on target. In actual combat, there were many people who were so nervous that they even forgot to turn on the safety. Even if they fired, the bullets they fired would deflect into outer space.

The battle scene showed that Mike's strategies, tactics, and on-the-spot reactions were like those of a veteran, which was very terrifying.

“So it’s better to get in touch in person.”

After making up his mind, Coulson submitted an application for action.

"Permission to act."

Nick Fury habitually stood in a shadowed place, "Do you need support?"

"Being not."

Coulson did not intend to cause a conflict, but only wanted to assess Mike's mental condition and the possibility of recruitment through close contact.

As for the lives of the Bigfoot Gang, Coulson doesn't care, Nick Fury doesn't care, and as long as it doesn't affect the votes, the top government officials don't care either.

Once the attention wore off, this was a case destined to be consigned to the archives to gather dust.

The sun was warm and comfortable, making Mike want to take a nap.

Until a figure blocked the sun.

"Hello, I am FBI senior agent Clark Gregg. I have a few questions that require your cooperation regarding the case that occurred on the west bank of the Hudson River last night."

Coulson's polite demeanor was out of place in Hell's Kitchen.

When he got out of the car, Coulson noticed a lot of malicious prying eyes.He wasn't panicking at all, just vigilant.

An eighth-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent may not have enough cards in front of an inhuman monster. If the opponent is a street gang, Coulson said there is not much pressure.

Mike stood up.

Isn’t this Dou Sen!

Mike was a little surprised. He didn't expect SHIELD to come to the door so quickly, although he didn't care much about his identity being exposed.

Mike remained calm on the surface and replied: "Yes, it is the responsibility of a good citizen to cooperate with law enforcement officials in their investigation."

Colson took out his notebook and pen and asked professionally: "Where were you between [-] o'clock and [-] o'clock in the morning last night? Can anyone prove it to you?"

Mike thought for a while and answered seriously: "At that time, I should be with Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen."

Coulson was definitely hearing these two names for the first time, but for some reason, they felt inexplicably familiar.He wrote the two names in his notebook: "So Miss Johnson and Miss Olson can testify for you?"

"No."

Mike suddenly laughed, "Because I was dating them in my dream... the three of us together~"

Colson: "..."

been played!

And it’s true in person!

Even Coulson, who is known as the "good old guy", also twitched the corner of his mouth and wanted to slap the notebook on Mike's face.

Are all playboys so annoying?

Mike laughed for a while and asked, "So, I'm a suspect?"

Colson shook his head: "That's not true. It's just a routine large-scale inspection. It's not targeting a specific person or..."

"understood."

Mike interrupted Colson, "In that case, in accordance with the Fifth Amendment to the American Constitution, I will exercise my right to silence without an attorney present."

After speaking, he took out a business card and said, "This is my lawyer."

Colson: "..."

The words "WHITE&CASE" above made his eyelids jump. White & Case Law Firm was founded in New York and ranked among the top ten large law firms in the world. Its fees are high.

Matching the high fees is their difficulty, which is a nightmare for all prosecutors and law enforcement officers.

Fortunately, Coulson is not a real agent, but he really wants to complain.

As promised, "It is the responsibility of good citizens to cooperate with law enforcement officers in investigations"!

Turning your face is faster than turning a book.

"Ok."

Coulson said without changing his expression: "If you have any clues, please feel free to contact the police at any time. Sorry for disturbing you, farewell."

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