Druid’s Marvel Travels

Zhang Fa was stunned for a while, then laughed slyly.

Tony Stark's Environmental Public Welfare Fund, Mr. Oakes is a partner?

Since he didn't mention it, it was probably Mr. Stark's own decision, but in this way, Mr. Oakes' reputation must have increased dramatically.

And as his current only employee, does he get less benefits?

Sure enough, this is a golden thigh, and it must be hugged tightly!

"Jingle Bell~"

The door of the store opened, and another customer came. Zhang quickly put on a smile and greeted him.

Time went back to fifteen minutes ago.

A red convertible antique car made an emergency dodge and passed a taxi whistling frantically.

He didn't drive far, and he had to make a big turn to avoid the motorcycle coming in the wrong direction. Finally, he passed a group of hip-hop young people who were playing skateboards at a dilapidated intersection, and finally drove a fairly normal road.

"When I go back, the old lady must send the illegal videos of these little brats to the police station. If they don't arrest people, the old lady will arrest them in person!"

The white man driving the car smiled wryly and glanced at his angry Asian female colleague:

"Melinda, it's just that you haven't been out for a few months. You are an old driver among the old drivers. Are you not used to this kind of battle?"

"My lady is good at flying planes!"

The Asian woman in the co-pilot rolled her eyes angrily:

"Colson, don't you think the traffic situation in Brooklyn is really outrageous?

If those **** in the police station feel that there is no need for the existence of the Public Security Traffic Administration, don't waste the hard-earned money of taxpayers! "

"I thought you would be more refined after you transferred to a clerical job for a few months."

The white man Coulson opened his mouth, but he still didn't say the phrase "a cavalry is a cavalry".

Otherwise, he probably won't be able to drive today, and he'll probably have to take work injury leave for the next month.

"Okay, this section of the road is relatively safe now, and you can get there in ten minutes."

Coulson could only change the subject. It seemed that his excellent female colleague hadn't recovered from the failure of the last mission, so let her vent.

"Colson, now you don't need to concentrate, so there are some things we need to talk about."

Melinda glanced left and right at the street that was two different worlds just now. There were few cars on the road.

So she folded her arms, tilted her head and glanced at Coulson, who seemed to keep her trademark smile:

"I've obviously been transferred to a civilian position, and the director personally approved it. Why do I need to be involved in this field mission?"

Seeing Coulson move his lips, Melinda immediately added;

"We need to talk openly and openly, not a nonsense 'this is an order', which I've been listening to for more than 20 years."

"...Okay, Melinda."

Phil Coulson, the sixth-level special agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, the background introduction will not be long-winded.

Melinda May, although one level higher than Coulson's permission level, has switched from field to clerical due to a sad assignment a few months ago.

So actually she shouldn't appear in this field mission.

But because the two have a very good personal relationship, Melinda "pressed" Coulson after losing a temper - because strictly speaking, this is also a violation of discipline.

"Strictly speaking, this is a violation of discipline."

Coulson thought so too, but he saw that Melinda was already clenching her fists, so he quickly continued:

"Then it's not far from the goal, so I'll give a brief mission statement—

It's not that I didn't say it before, but the level of this mission is level seven. "

"Level seven?!"

Melinda was surprised. You must know that although Level 6 and Level 7 are both top-secret levels, the level 7 mission is a watershed.

Tasks below level 7 are generally classified, and level 7 can already be called "top secret" in the general sense.

For example, tasks affecting national security, counter-terrorism, top-secret intelligence, and other highly sensitive classified tasks, or tasks related to higher-level scientific researchers and medical staff also belong to this level.

"No wonder the two of us are required to go out."

Even in the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau, which is full of talents, it is rare to see Level 7 agents. It takes only 3-6 months to approve only Level 7 permissions, but in more cases, it takes 6-18. months to obtain.

A senior sixth-level agent like Coulson also has the opportunity to handle seventh-level tasks, and he, who has just turned into a back office, seems to be the most suitable partner.

"Okay Coulson, it seems that this operation is very important, so can you tell me the details now?"

Melinda's face turned serious.

As one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. (they still don't call it that) at the age of seven, and an excellent agent carefully trained by Agent Peggy Carter, she understands how important a mission that requires the two of them will be.

In other words, this is an extremely dangerous mission.

Foreign spy? Terrorist organization? Kidnapping politicians? Wait, if you have to come by yourself, won't it be because of your experience in combat with superhumans?

"Well, actually, this time we are going to visit a young biologist."

Coulson raised his eyebrows, opened a hidden storage compartment, and took out a file bag:

"This is mission information."

"The documents of the seventh-level mission are still allowed to be copied?"

Melinda's mouth curled into a smile, UU reading www. uukanshu. com She was very curious, this level 7 mission was really extraordinary.

"Um…"

Opening the portfolio, Melinda browsed the contents and nodded slightly:

"A young genius scientist, still of Chinese descent, tsk, quite handsome."

"That is to say, the seventh-level mission this time is related to senior researchers? What did this guy do? Isn't it another Hulk?"

Although she was relieved to see the identity of the target scientist at first, Melinda then remembered that today's scientists are not harmless academics.

If they really made a big move, it would be really incredible—

Bruce Banner is such an easy-going person with a good temper. As a result of such a Hulk incident, the military almost didn't blow up.

I heard that General Ross paid a lot of money to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to help find the whereabouts of Hulk, but there are no clues so far.

"No, the comments about this Dr. Oaks Lin are all positive comments."

Coulson snorted with admiration in his tone:

"But this guy's scientific research strength is not under Dr. Bruce Banner at all. Let's see what he invented."

"Recovery potion?"

Melinda has turned to a page of information marked with a photo, and it is this thing that is highlighted above.

"Quickly heal wounds and remove scars..."

Melinda's eyes widened:

"This effect is too exaggerated! Could it be that he is bragging? Many scientists like to attract eyeballs like this to deceive investment!"

"No, someone has already tested it."

"Who?"

"Our colleague, Natasha Romanoff."