Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone.

"A dancer?"

"If you are too."

"What did you say!"

Upon hearing this, Heidi raised an eyebrow and reached out to pat Mike.

Mike dodged slightly, then looked at Heidi: "She's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent too. Just because you say she's a dancer doesn't mean you're one too, does it?"

Heidi stood there, stunned.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Ah."

Mike nodded, then looked at Heidi and shrugged. “Obviously, I’ve once again gotten involved in one of your SHIELD cases without even knowing what happened. Mary came to me with her boss. By the way, her boss is quite old. You might know him. His name is Phil Coulson.”

Heidi's expression froze as she stared intently at Mike.

"Are you sure the agent you contacted said his name was Phil Coulson?"

"Ah."

Mike nodded in response: "I've seen his ID, it's the same as the one you showed me back then, what's wrong?"

Heidi covered her lips but didn't say anything.

After a while.

She wiped her hands, left the kitchen, went to the living room, grabbed her phone from the coffee table, found one of the numbers, took a deep breath, and dialed it.

“Victoria Hand”.

"commander."

After Victoria Hand answered the phone on the other end, Heidi glanced again at Mike, who was sitting on a high stool looking in her direction, and then said in a deep voice, "I've encountered Incident Number Three. Someone is impersonating the deceased Phil Coulson and has contacted my brother Mike in Las Vegas."

As Mike listened to Heidi's conversation with Victoria Hand, he realized why Heidi's expression had become so serious after hearing Phil Coulson's name.

Because Phil Coulson is dead.

At the very least, there is a tombstone in the SHIELD cemetery that belongs to Philip Coulson.

Although Coulson was eventually resurrected using the GH325 serum made from Kree blood.

However, this matter is classified within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Classification: 7 (Security Level)

This means that only agents at level seven or higher within S.H.I.E.L.D. are qualified to know that Coulson is still alive.

Heidi's phone call confirmed one thing for Mike.

Her level in S.H.I.E.L.D. is definitely below level seven.

This is normal, though. Even if Heidi joined S.H.I.E.L.D. right after graduating from college, it would only have been about four years at most.

So it's normal that Heidi, who was still at a relatively low level in S.H.I.E.L.D., didn't know about this.

But Commander Victoria Hand is a Level 8 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., so she is qualified and does indeed know that Phil Coulson is still alive.

After all, she had just broken up with Phil Coulson yesterday.

Just then—

Near Las Vegas.

After listening to Heidi's report, Victoria Hand did not seem surprised, but simply spoke calmly.

"Mike's back?"

"Correct."

Heidi listened to Victoria Hand's question, responded with a sound of agreement, but seemed somewhat confused.

Isn't it worse than whether her brother has returned or not that someone impersonated a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and even more egregiously, that someone impersonated a deceased S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to contact her brother?

Why did she feel that Victoria Hand was more concerned about whether her brother had returned?

Just as Heidi was feeling confused.

But she soon stopped being confused.

Victoria Hand's voice came through the phone.

"Agent Ametra"

"Yes, Commander."

"This is something you're not allowed to handle at your level, but considering the current special circumstances, I can tell you."

"Agent Phil Coulson is not dead."

"what!"

Heidi's eyes widened in disbelief. If she hadn't dialed Victoria Hand's private number, she would have suspected that someone else was impersonating her commander.

"This is classified as a Level 7 secret."

"Perhaps you should bring your younger brother to the center."

Sharon Carter will pick you up tomorrow morning!

"..."

46. ​​Sharon, who wanted to pull Mike onto the Titanic!

Early the next morning.

Mike was pulled out of bed by Heidi, who urged him to wash up, put on his coat, and then dragged him out of the house.

into the eye.

He looked at Sharon Carter, who had driven there specifically for him: "Can I not go?"

Sharon shook her head.

"No."

"I am not a member of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Perhaps you need an arrest warrant?"

Sharon Carter smiled as she spoke, then opened the back door and gestured for Mike to get in.

Seeing this, Mike shook his head and smiled helplessly, then got into the trunk of the Chevrolet SUV.

Sharon Carter followed closely behind.

Heidi drives.

"Give."

"what is this?"

"Blindfold them."

"..."

Mike, sitting in the back seat, couldn't help but laugh when he saw Sharon Carter hand him a black eye mask.

Is this necessary?

"Have."

Heidi didn't bring it.

"She is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I am the younger brother of an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Sorry, S.H.I.E.L.D. has no nepotism."

"you sure?"

Upon hearing this, Mike subconsciously glanced at Sharon Carter.

Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have no cronyism?

Do you want to explain the connection between your surname Carter and that of Peggy Carter, the founding director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

However, he only said these words in his heart.

Mike said something else entirely.

He took the black blindfold from Sharon Carter, put it on under her watchful gaze, and then said with a smile, "You think a blindfold won't keep me from finding out where your mysterious SHIELD base is?"

Sharon Carter chuckled upon hearing this: "If our base were so easy to find, we wouldn't deserve to be called the world's most secretive law enforcement agency, Mr. Ametra."

She didn't take Mike's words seriously, thinking herself young and impetuous, just spouting nonsense.

until……

Fifteen minutes later.

Suddenly, Mike, sitting in the back seat, took a deep breath and said, "We're on East Broadway now. I can already smell the unique perfume here."

Sharon, sitting to the side, looked out the window at East Broadway, then subconsciously glanced at Mike, who was sitting next to her wearing a black eye mask that made sure not to reveal any light.

But Mike remained silent for the next five minutes.

Sharon thought the last time was an accident.

result--

Thirty minutes later.

Mike, leaning back in the back seat, smiled slightly and said, "We're now in Queens from Manhattan. Let me smell it; we should be on 21st Street."

Sharon, who was standing to the side, could no longer sit still and waved her hand up and down in front of Mike's black eye patch.

"Stop waving, Agent Carter."

Mike leaned back in his seat and said, "You handed me the blindfold, so you know best whether I can see or not. Why are you waving your arms around? I'm not hot."

Sharon couldn't hold back any longer and leaned over to whisper to Heidi, who was driving, "Did you tell him our center location?"