People Working for System in Marvel - Chapter 5
Chapter 5 The 1st Intimate Contact
At nine o’clock in the morning, the TV station was broadcasting the regular news conference of the New York Police Department. Judging from the wording, officials seem to be intentionally characterizing the incident at the warehouse last night as a gang vendetta.
Really open my eyes and talk nonsense.
As for the victims in those warehouses, nobody cares.
Control, smuggling, illegal imprisonment, extortion, organ trading, multiple murders… It is an absolutely shocking case that takes place in a wealthy area.
In hell’s kitchen?
Probably only for a press officer’s 30-second briefing, and the tone is as blunt as poor diplomatic rhetoric.
In contrast, there is a lot of activity on the Internet.
“The fog of death, what the hell is the god of death in the fog?”
Mike read the netizen’s message.
Quite speechless.
The fog of death, the god of death in the fog… Low is like a low-budget plasma horror movie.
Tony Stark, the head of the Stark Group, still occupies the major sections of finance, entertainment, and military.
To feed a bunch of lace tabloids and online media by himself, looking at Milliken, Tony Stark is a scorpion shit – only (poison) one. With him, newspapers and web portals never worry about front page headlines.
nice weather.
Mike simply put a beach chair at the entrance of the supermarket and was a salted fish basking in the sun.
Delicious.
A coffee shop in Hell’s Kitchen.
Colson, who goes by the pseudonym Clark Gregg, was looking at Mike’s profile.
“Mike Tang, 22 years old, 1.82 meters tall, in good health, with no history of mental illness, full scholarship winner of Princeton University, majoring in law.”
“After graduating, I did a brief internship 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 groceries.”
“Nightclub coffee, famous playboy.”
Speaking of playboys, Tony Stark’s extremely rude face appeared in Coulson’s mind.
In order to win over the observation object, if possible, Coulson wanted to find a ripe durian, split the spiky shell into two pieces, smashed one on Tony’s skull, stuffed the other in his eyes, and finally smeared the pulp on his face.
Shaking his head and driving away the messy thoughts, as a senior agent of SHIELD, distraction is very unprofessional behavior.
Continue to look at the information.
“On the surface, they run a supermarket, but they are actually private detectives and mercenaries who accept various commissions. They include finding dogs and cats, tutoring elementary school students, writing homework, professional boyfriends, negotiating, and armed rescue of hostages.”
Guiding elementary school students with homework, writing assignments, and armed rescue of hostages are put together, does it not violate the peace?
Below the report, it is specially noted: [No relevant business qualifications].
“Unreasonable, or lawless?” Coulson’s face was black, and he wanted to vomit.
“Family Relations—”
“Father Tom Tang, American-Chinese, is currently running a restaurant in San Francisco’s Chinatown.”
“Mother, Anna R. Stewart, former S.H.I.E.L.D. researcher, level 5 agent, retired.”
After analysis by the SHIELD Intelligence Analysis Room, it was determined that the dense fog in the Bigfoot incident was not a chemical substance, but an 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.
Still, Coulson instinctively felt something was wrong.
“By the way, the actual combat problem.”
Coulson quickly thought of the key.
Even though Mike was trained by his parents since he was a child, skills and actual combat are not the same thing.
During training, they hit every shot. In actual combat, they were so nervous that they even forgot to open the insurance. Even if they fired, the bullets shot were skewed into outer space.
The battle scene shows that Mike’s strategy, tactics, and on-the-spot reaction are like a veteran of a hundred battles, which is very terrifying.
“So it’s better to get in touch with it in person.”
After making up his mind, Coulson submits an application for action.
“Permission to act.”
Nick Fury habitually stood in the shaded place, “Do you need support?”
“Being not.”
Coulson didn’t intend to spark a conflict, but only wanted to assess Mike’s mental state, and the possibility of recruitment, through close encounters.
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, ZF executives don’t care either.
Once the attention has passed, this is a case destined to be thrown into the archives.
The sun was so warm and comfortable that Mike wanted to go back to sleep.
Until a figure blocked the sun.
“Hello, I’m a senior FBI agent, Clark Gregg. I need your cooperation with a few questions about the case that happened on the west bank of the Hudson River last night.”
Coulson’s polite demeanor is out of place in Hell’s Kitchen.
At the beginning of getting out of the car, Coulson noticed a lot of malicious prying eyes. He didn’t panic at all, just increased his vigilance.
The eighth-level agent of SHIELD may not have enough cards in front of inhuman monsters. If the opponent is a street gang, Coulson said that there is not much pressure.
Mike stood up.
Isn’t that Coulson?
Mike was a little surprised. He didn’t expect S.H.I.E.L.D. to come to the door so quickly, although he didn’t care much about revealing his identity.
Mike replied calmly, “Yes, it is the responsibility of a good citizen to cooperate with law enforcement officers in their investigation.”
Coulson took out his notebook and pen, and asked professionally, “Where were you between eleven o’clock and one in the morning last night, can someone prove it for you?”
Mike thought for a while and answered seriously: “At that time, I should be with Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen.”
Coulson was sure that it was the first time he heard these two names, but for some reason, he was inexplicably familiar. He wrote the two names in his notebook: “So Miss Johnson and Miss Olson can testify for you?”
“cannot.”
Mike suddenly laughed, “Because I was dating them in my dreams… three of them together~”
Coulson: “…”
been played!
And face to face!
Coulson, known as the “good guy”, also twitched the corners of his mouth and wanted to slap the notebook on Mike’s face.
Are all playboys so obnoxious!
Mike laughed for a while and asked, “So, I’m the suspect?”
Coulson shook his head: “That’s not it, it’s just a routine large-scale visit and investigation, not targeting a certain person or…”
“understood.”
Mike interrupted Coulson, “In this case, under the Fifth Amendment to the Millikin Constitution, I will exercise my right to silence without a lawyer present.”
After speaking, he took out a business card, “This is my lawyer.”
Coulson: “…”
The words “WHITE&CASE” above made his eyelids jump. Law Firm is a large law firm founded in New York and ranked among the top ten in the world, with high fees.
Matching the high charges is their intractableness, which is a nightmare for all prosecutors and law enforcement officers.
Fortunately, Coulson is not a real detective, but he is super eager to rant.
It is said that “cooperating with law enforcement officers in the investigation is the responsibility of a good citizen”!
Turning your face is faster than turning a book.
“Ok.”
Coulson didn’t change his face and said, “If you have any clues, you are welcome to contact the police at any time. If you disturb me, leave.”