I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 11 Who is a human? Who is a ghost?
A bar in a poor neighborhood in Los Angeles.

The bar owner is an old Russian man who loves drinking vodka. In the eyes of the surrounding residents and regular customers, he is a stubborn old man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although he always scolds customers who buy on credit, he can't help but let them buy on credit again when faced with their pleas.

Therefore, this small bar has become a popular evening hangout for nearby residents and is very lively every day.

Lin Hao, who flew all the way from the seaside castle using the Moon Step, stood across the street and looked at the bar. He knew that the owner of the bar was not Russian, but a Chinese of Russian descent. This bar was an independent secret line of the S.H.I.E.A. in North America.

Half a year ago, at the end of last year, the S.H.I.E.'s intelligence network in America suffered a severe blow, the branch chief lost contact, and a large number of agents were killed or captured. The culprit was none other than "Black Egg" Nick Fury.

There is no right or wrong on the intelligence front. Everyone has his own stance, and when you meet, it's a fight to the death.

According to the internal regulations of the SHIELD, only the head of the American branch has the authority to know about this line in Los Angeles. It will only be activated when the most important intelligence is obtained or when important people need to leave America, and it will only be activated once.

Countless unsung heroes have spent their entire lives playing a role in a foreign country, waiting for the "awakening" that may never come, but when the order comes, they must abandon their homes and careers, and devote their entire lives and even their lives to the national cause.

Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine.

The bar was still there, which meant that this secret line had not been activated, but Lin Hao did not relax his vigilance. He first used his Observation Haki to scan the surroundings, but found no hidden threats.

The Observation Haki obtained from Whitebeard is of very high quality, but he cannot "listen to the voices of all things" like Roger, nor can he hear the inner voices of others like Princess Otohime. He can only distinguish the number of creatures around him and the strength of their breath.

At present, the amount of observation color in Lin Hao's body is not large enough and can only cover a two-kilometer radius.

Although Lin Hao still has the "Chi" from the Dragon Ball world in his body, he has not learned the specific breath sensing techniques. In addition, the energy of "Chi" is unique to the Dragon Ball world. The creatures in the Marvel world may contain another kind of life energy, but it is not "Chi". At least there has been no connection between Uncle Bird and Stan Lee.

Without waiting for long across the street, he looked at me like an ordinary customer and then walked towards the bar.

The bar was crowded and filled with smoke.

The smell of sweat, body odor, stinky feet, cheap perfume, alcohol, cigarettes... countless smells gathered together, and even though Lin Hao was prepared, he still frowned.

I walked to the bar and said to the boss, "Give me a whiskey."

The boss took a second look at the rare Asian face and then went about his business.

The moment Lin Hao walked into the bar, Grant Ward, a level seven agent from the Los Angeles branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., more than ten kilometers away, noticed this Asian man.

"Enlarge the image." Ward instructed the technician sitting in front of the computer.

A new face used by Lin Hao appeared on the screen.

"Search this person's information." Ward continued to order.

It didn't take long before the detailed personal information of this Asian face was found through the information network built by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Ward took a quick look and saw that it was a Korean-American from Arizona. The information on him showed a flight record of him flying to Los Angeles two days ago.

Seeing that everything was normal, Ward no longer cared.

At this time, a woman in a tight leather jacket walked into the duty room. She was not tall and had an Asian face.

"Melinda, if you continue to skip work like this, I really won't be able to explain to the director." Grant Ward looked helpless.

"I told you, I drank too much water and I need to go to the bathroom." Melinda May, known as the "Iron Knight", glared at Ward.

During this period, the two maintained a romantic relationship.

Ordinary office romances are not accepted by the boss, but as agents, especially those who often go out on field missions, they are always on the verge of life and death and no longer care about fleeting romances. The superiors even encourage the agents to keep the relationship internally, and pretend to be husband and wife or lovers when they are out on field missions without any flaws.

"Melinda, we are agents and we have our own stance." Ward advised: "Don't forget, you are American."

"No need to remind me." Melinda May replied coldly. "Captain Ward, we have been keeping an eye on this bar for several months, and the target person has not appeared." Another agent beside him suggested: "Why not let the 'pretender' take action to stimulate this line, there may be unexpected gains."

"Have his wounds healed?" Ward inquired.

"Yes." The subordinate nodded.

"What are the results?"

"The best plastic surgeons in the academy will personally perform the surgery to ensure that it is completely consistent."

"What about the accent?"

"Colleagues who are proficient in Chinese have been assessed and there is no problem."

Seeing Ward thinking, his agent continued to persuade him: "According to them, this is just a hidden line. The bar owner may not have met the previous head of the S.H.I.E. Bureau."

"I know you want to make a contribution, and so do I." Ward said with a straight face, "But as an agent, caution is the first rule."

"You can't keep waiting, can you?"

The agents of the Los Angeles branch had bitter faces. They had not taken any other actions for several months and had been ordered to sit back and wait. Everyone from top to bottom was feeling irritated.

What’s even worse is that if they don’t go out on field work, they won’t receive any allowances, and many of them can’t even pay their monthly bank bills with just their fixed salaries.

Americans generally have no habit of saving, and as agents, their daily lives are full of debauchery.

An order from above has kept them on standby for such a long time that many low-level agents are running out of money. They don't care how important it is to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s overall strategy to cut off the tentacles of S.H.I.E.L.D. reaching out to North America. They only know that if they continue like this, the bank will come to collect the debt.

So no matter what the outcome, the agents of the Los Angeles branch are eager to end the operation immediately, even if nothing is gained.

"Just do as you say." Melinda May, who had been silent all this time, suddenly agreed to the Los Angeles branch's plan.

"May!" Ward turned to look at her.

"If the people from the S.H.I.E. Bureau don't come, do you plan to wait here forever?" Melinda spread her hands, "Or do you have a better plan?"

Ward said nothing.

"Since there is none, let the 'Pretender' try." Melinda said decisively: "I am also a Level 7 agent and have the power to decide the action plan."

Upon hearing this, the agents from the Los Angeles branch immediately took action.

They are tired of this kind of waiting.

An hour later, another Asian pushed open the door of the bar.

Lin Hao, who was just drinking and had not communicated with the bar owner, suddenly turned his head and saw the person coming. He immediately showed a meaningful smile: "Interesting."

He looked back at the bar owner, threw down a ten-dollar bill, turned and left, passing by the middle-aged Asian man who had just walked in.

In the spy business, there are both good and bad people.

Who is a human? Who is a ghost?
Who can see clearly until the end?
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(End of this chapter)