From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

A week means at least seven more people will die.

If Stark were to be unlucky and die with a 'crunch' on a woman's stomach, it would be an immeasurable loss for Amelia!

"Isn't there a faster way?" Coulson asked earnestly.

After much deliberation, Yan Shuangying reluctantly pulled a crumpled business card from his coat.

The words "Exorcist Master - John Constantine" are written in cursive English above.

Below is a line of smaller print: "Part-time job to solve problems, palm reading, face reading, and Bagua analysis."

"This person is quite capable, but he…" Yan Shuangying hesitated for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"He's a bit unreliable and likes to scam people, so you all have to be careful."

Coulson stroked the rough edge of the business card in his hand, unconcerned by Yan Shuangying's words: "Scamming people? It's just about swindling money, right? We at S.H.I.E.L.D. have plenty of money. Besides, those who are cursed aren't exactly benevolent."

They could easily scrape together over a billion US dollars in cash.

Therefore, in Coulson's view, Yan Shuangying's explanation and reminders were of little use.

"Thank you." Coulson sent the contact information from the business card to Nick Fury.

"Someone's coming," Matt said.

The next second, heavy footsteps sounded, and soon the door was pushed open.

The person who arrived was none other than Hawkeye, the reinforcement sent by Nick Fury.

Upon entering, he saluted Coulson and said, "Sir, Hawkeye has come to report for duty."

Although both are Level 8 agents, there are still differences.

Coulson's position in S.H.I.E.L.D. is now comparable to that of the deputy director.

"Let me introduce you..."

Coulson introduced everyone in a brief statement.

Hawkeye handed a file folder to Coulson: "The places we've been monitoring are very likely where mutant experiments are being conducted, and I'm afraid Ren Woxing and his team will find those locations as well."

"Alright, let's strike first," Coulson said.

Yan Shuangying said, "We can wait a bit before taking action. My partner is on his way."

"Time waits for no one. We must take advantage of our information advantage as soon as possible. If the Hand also finds us, we may not be a match for Ren Woxing now."

Matt nodded after listening: "I think Coulson makes a good point."

"Okay, then I'll inform my partner." Yan Shuangying glanced at the file and memorized all the locations recorded in it.

……

Hell's Kitchen is located in an extremely secluded place.

Ren Woxing opened his eyes and looked at Madam Gao and Kingpin: "Have you found them?"

"We've discovered a mutant resembling Wolverine in a gas station convenience store and have sent people to capture him," Kingpin said respectfully.

"That's exactly right."

"Suspected?" Ren Woxing sneered. "I thought you guys had some ability to unify the New York underworld, but now it seems you're no different from pigs."

Madam Gao and Kingpin clenched their fists, but dared not show the slightest displeasure on their faces.

Anyone else would have been killed by Kingpin long ago.

But I can't do it, because I can't beat them.

Ren Woxing, with his hands behind his back, said, "I'd better take charge myself. You bring a dozen or so skilled men and come with me."

"clear."

Wait until Ren Woxing leaves.

Lady Gao breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her unfathomable and noble demeanor.

Kingpin spoke first: "Mrs. Gao, what's our plan?"

Madam Gao waved her hand and said, "I have already notified the other four fingers, and they are on their way. We just need to keep Ren Woxing occupied for now, and then the five of us will attack together. We will definitely be able to kill Ren Woxing and take away his divine skill."

You'll definitely get a share of the profits once it's done.

Upon hearing this, Kingpin's face lit up with joy: "Okay, I will do my best to cooperate."

"Take the men there now, don't keep Ren Woxing waiting."

Coulson turned off his phone and took out the file: "This is it. Prepare for action."

After the last operation resulted in heavy losses for the Special Operations Team, Coulson is now acting with extreme caution.

Furthermore, he was unsure whether there were any mutants already bred inside the house.

"Get ready for a broad-spectrum X-gene suppressor; watch out for mutants."

Upon receiving the order, the team immediately broke the lock and was about to enter when they suddenly smelled a peculiar odor.

All that could be heard was Matt shouting in a panic:

"Oh no, it's gas! Everyone, get out of your way!"

The next second, billowing flames shot into the sky, followed by a deafening roar that shook our eardrums.

Matt's heightened senses amplified the damage he suffered; the enormous sound waves were unbearable for Matt's eardrums, causing him to faint on the spot.

The closest team members were thrown away by the shockwave and lay unconscious on the ground, their fate unknown.

The original building has been replaced by ruins.

Coulson's eyes widened in astonishment: "How is this possible!"

Then Hawkeye spoke up, saying, "There are still people alive! There are still people inside the wreckage!"

Yan Shuangying drew his two guns, ready for battle.

All that could be seen in the firelight was a naked man, hairless, whose body appeared to be severely burned, kneeling on the ground crying out.

"No, little Wade Wilson! Think of all the hardships we've gone through together, how can you leave me first! And why is my body so dry, so rough, so brittle!"

It is truly heartbreaking to see and tearful to hear.

The pitiful state was too horrible to bear.

However, the next second, the man, whose body was covered in burn scars, suddenly perked up.

"Wow, another little Wade Wilson has grown up. You can retire now."

The man stood up. Although he looked only the size of a two or three-year-old child, he had truly grown up like a lotus bud just beginning to emerge.

Furthermore, the other wounds on the man's body, besides the burns, are healing rapidly.

"Mutants?" Coulson exclaimed in shock, never expecting that the plan to artificially create mutants had actually succeeded.

"Hands up, don't move." The still-conscious operative raised his hand and aimed his gun at the scarred man.

"Hey," the man said, raising his hands, "I'm Wade Wilson. I'm a mercenary. Why are you taking so long, just like in the movies? Did you bring a vacuum cleaner? This place is hard to clean."

Coulson signaled to his men to handcuff Wade.

"Oh, big guy, you're quite majestic? What, are you getting a feeling seeing my Pluto?"

Wade groaned as he was pinned to the ground, muttering, "Give me twenty dollars, and I'll let you experience what it's like to be a real man. It's a bargain."

"Fuck, can't you just shut your mouth?" The team was driven crazy by Wade's mouth.

"God, do you know how long it's been since I've had a normal conversation with someone?"

"Fuck!"

The scene finally returned to silence only after Wade Wilson's mouth was bound.

Even Coulson breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems the operation has been very successful so far. Take him away, we'll retreat..."

The next second, a bullet was fired at Coulson.

It was so fast that even the eagle eye, renowned for its keen eyesight, couldn't detect it.

Just as the bullet was about to hit Coulson.

"bass"

"Swish"

Yan Shuangying drew his sword, its cold light flashing.

The bullet was sliced ​​open instantly, sparks flying.

Wade writhed on the ground like a maggot, the duct tape being licked open by his tongue emitting muffled screams: "He actually used a knife to cut bullets!"