The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 523 Legacy
Coulson tightly grasped the newly acquired cooperation results, as if he was holding a rare treasure, and quickly boarded the stealth fighter.

As soon as the cabin door closed, he urged the pilot and flew towards Washington at lightning speed. The White House was urging him to report before sunset.

Along the way, he kept weighing the private deal with Spencer in his mind.

Those people in the White House are too fickle and put their own interests first. They may agree today but turn against us tomorrow. This matter must be kept secret and must not be disclosed.

After a long journey, Coulson dragged his tired body back to the luxury apartment.

All he wanted was a hot bath and a good sleep.

But as soon as he opened the door, a chill ran down his spine and up to his head, and a familiar yet chilling voice rang out: "Long time no see, Coulson."

This sound, like an evil ghost in a dream at midnight, woke him up from his sleep countless times.

"Wes Erwin."

Coulson's right hand shot towards his waist like lightning, as if by reflex.

"crash"

The pistol was already unsheathed, his body tensed, his legs slightly bent, and he took a defensive stance. The vigilance honed by years of career as an agent allowed him to make the most correct response.

"Please take a seat."

Wes had a faint smile on his face, his legs crossed, leaning comfortably on the sofa, looking so comfortable, as if this apartment was his own territory.

Coulson took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, and slowly put the pistol back into the holster. He knew in his heart that in front of Wes, this gun was no different from a child's toy and could not hurt him at all.

"At least we fought side by side during the Battle of New York."

Coulson stared at Wes with a complicated look in his eyes, and his words carried a hint of nostalgia for the past.

"That's just your illusion," Weiss said coldly, ruthlessly piercing through the false warmth. His voice was like ice in the cold winter. "We are just using each other for what we need."

This was blunt and cruel, but Coulson couldn't refute it. It was the truth, and he could only remain silent.

"I'm here to receive the legacy of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Weiss's voice was low and oppressive, as if this was a matter of course.

"dream."

The moment Wes made that outrageous request, Coulson didn't even think twice, and spoke in a firm and decisive tone, with a glint of determination to face death in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and the capsule hidden between his molars burst with a "click", and the desperate virus potion rushed through his body along the blood vessels.

This is not to enhance combat effectiveness. Even if hundreds or thousands of desperate warriors were tied together, in front of a super strong man like Wes, they would be just a group of powerless ants and would be unable to resist at all.

This specially made desperate virus has a dosage far exceeding the normal level, and the energy it contains is as violent as a volcanic eruption, so the side effects are naturally extremely strong.

In the blink of an eye, Coulson's body underwent amazing changes. His skin first flushed strangely, then became so red that it seemed to bleed. His blood vessels were like burning lines, faintly visible under his skin, and his entire body instantly turned into a blazing fireman.

The expensive and hard floor beneath your feet quickly softened and collapsed like melted butter under the scorching heat.

Coulson was thinking about committing suicide because he knew Wes's methods too well.

Once he is captured, all of SHIELD's confidential information will be dug out sooner or later.

He would rather have his body blown to pieces and his soul dissipated in the wind than let Wes succeed.

"Don't even think about getting a single word out of me!" Coulson roared wildly in his heart. His loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since become his belief. At this moment, life and death were not that important.

Just as Coulson was preparing to face death, something strange happened.

The dust in the air, which was originally carried around by the high temperature, was floating slower and slower, so slow that Coulson could even see the trajectory of each grain of dust.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of blood flowing in his veins, gurgling.

"I slowed down the flow of time for you."

Weiss's voice came slowly, calmly as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing, but it made Coulson's scalp tingle.

Coulson's eyes widened, filled with fear and unwillingness. He watched Wes walk towards him step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on his hope, but he could not move. His body seemed to be imprisoned by invisible shackles. He could only hold back the struggle and anger in his heart, and he was powerless.

A soft yet strange light rippled from Weiss's palm like water.

The light was like a series of flexible silk threads, gently but irresistibly wrapping around Coulson's head.

Coulson felt his scalp tingling and endless fear surged in his heart. He wanted to struggle, but his body seemed to be frozen, his muscles were out of control, and he couldn't even move a finger.

As the light surged rhythmically, Coulson's eyes began to move rapidly and uncontrollably, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

Weiss was forcibly extracting his memory in an almost brutal manner.

Deep in Coulson's consciousness, the confidential information that had been guarded and hidden for many years was like a flood that broke through the dam, surging and roaring, constantly breaking through the obstacles and pouring into Weiss's consciousness.

The addresses of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret bases, the coordinates of those mysterious strongholds hidden all over the world, in the mountains, or in the depths of the sea;
And the password to enter the base is now exposed under Wes's "reading".

After acquiring the memory, several clones separated from Weiss's body.

As soon as these clones took shape, they turned into blurry light and shadows, rushing in all directions, their target being the secret bases of S.H.I.E.L.D. around the world.

A few hours later, alarms sounded almost simultaneously in secret S.H.I.E.L.D. bases around the world.

However, the base's expensive and carefully arranged security measures were as fragile as paper in front of Weiss.

Inside the base, Weiss's clone moved around freely as if he were in an empty space.

They went straight to the core area where confidential information was stored. Wherever they went, cabinet doors opened automatically and all the files and hard drives were taken away.

SHIELD does have a lot of good stuff hidden inside.

Including complete data on the Super Soldier Serum, various Super Soldier experiments with the Extremis virus;
There are also various secret materials, which are full of records of America’s dark history.

These materials record in detail how the United States manipulates other countries behind the scenes, instigates civil unrest, supports pro-American forces, and even funds terrorism, just to satisfy its own interests.

If these evil deeds were made public, the United States would inevitably be pushed to the forefront, become the target of global criticism, and be condemned and scorned by all countries.

Weiss stood in the middle of the messy apartment, looking at the gains transmitted by the clones through magic feedback, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, America is really a piece of stinky shit."

At the same time, his mind began to quickly calculate how to use this information.

A storm that could overturn the world order is quietly brewing.

(End of this chapter)