Marvel's Omniscient Pawn Shop

The news spread quickly, and the dilapidated shop in the bustling neighborhood just opened.

There are no advertisements or promotions.He is like an old shop with a long history, Ye Chen is just like what he and the black guy said, he lived in this shop, and this shop is also his resurrection point.

As mentioned earlier, the place is extremely simple, with no extra decorations, except for a few simple words engraved on the signboard, which is considered a signboard.

"Seven, seven,"

The two fonts echo each other, with Chinese characters corresponding to Arabic numerals.

The elder once asked Ye Chen, what does 7 mean?
And Ye Chen's words were really speechless, he said without hesitation.

"7? It's nothing. It's just random, not because of 07. As for writing it again in Chinese, I don't want to forget my roots. I have to always remember that even if I live in the United States, I can't forget who I used to be, what my mother tongue is, and that's all."

The elder shut himself up.

After Ye Chen's first order, his daily routine was to sit at the bar.Cleaning the revolver that Tony tinkered with, even though it was worthless.But this is the only souvenir left by Ye Chen's first transaction, and it needs to be kept as a commemoration for him.

Soon, the gangsters who died from the dead fire gang were discovered by passers-by, and the store promised him the store manager's gift package. They used magical means to erase all the evidence left by Ye Chen, and even the police brought people who survived that night to come to Ye Chen to identify them face-to-face. It was very strange, without any clues, not even certification, the sirs in New York could only clap their hands in amazement.

This technique once again made Ye Chen marvel at the power of this little black shop.

Just saying that nothing was found by the police station does not mean that he will not reveal anything. There is a mysterious organization in this dangerous place. They don’t pay attention to facts, so even if you say to act on evidence, they will do the opposite. There is no clue. People should think it is you, then it is you.

The traces of this matter were wiped too clean, and it was precisely because it was too clean that there were no clues at all. After all, all the data that night was erased by this place, and the police had no choice but to turn to SHIELD for help, so SHIELD got involved.
Therefore, Ye Chen, who appeared out of thin air, was targeted by the spies.

However, this person's background, experience, medical card, savings card, and even his driving records have been checked, but there is still nothing. This makes S.H.I.E.L.D. very confused, as if this guy has never lived here before, and there is no information.

Ye Chen came from time travel, so naturally there is no information, but even if you told others about this, who would believe it?After the agent obtained Ye Chen's personal file, he believed that he had erased all his life experiences, but how could he have that ability?
According to the previous experience, the agent did not dare to act rashly. After all, a person who can make such a beautiful profile of his own file and has such a powerful technique must be extraordinary.
After the first order, Ye Chen was very peaceful. He didn't plan who his future customers would be, so he could only sit and eat, waiting for the buyer to find him in person. Without the order, he would naturally have no money in his pockets and an empty stomach. At this time, he could only drink Northwest Wind.

The silence was not broken until Coulson received the news and rushed to the office of S.H.I.E.L.D. boss Nick Fury
"I heard you want me to come? Director."

I saw double marinated eggs, one was marinated and turned black, and the other was not marinated, and it still maintained its original color, pink and tender.

"Have you finished your vacation?"

"Yes, yesterday was the last day."

Nick Fury handed Coulson a kit and said:

"Very well, then go and look at this case and try to understand this guy. We haven't figured out his details yet, so you should be more careful."

Coulson looked disdainful, and complained while bypassing the rope of the information bag

"If the report box at the door has any practical effect, I swear to throw your report letter in there every day. Whose leader oppresses the people at the bottom every day? No wages are raised, and the pain is in vain."

After glancing at the information, Coulson's expression gradually became serious, and he asked Nick Fury in surprise,

"Hello? What kind of plane are you doing? Let me follow up with a blank sheet of paper?"

Nick Fury was expressionless and said calmly:
"Speaking of these useless things, otherwise, what use are you? I came to you because I didn't know anything. The information didn't show anything. Generally, the simpler the information at this time, the more problematic it is. Only at this time can you show your role. Seventh-level agent Phil Coleson, answer me now, do you follow the information given to you? If you don't follow, then let's have a good talk. If you agree, sign this confidentiality contract, youknow."

While talking, Nick Fury pulled out a thick stack of B5 printing paper from the bottom of the drawer, and landed opposite Coulson.

He didn't give him the right to say no at all, and looked at Coulson with firm eyes. The metaphor is that you have to sign if you sign, and you have to sign if you don't sign. This is the overlord clause. What can you do to me?Coulson had no choice but to say:

"The way you impose on others really hasn't changed at all, motherfucker, sooner or later my life will be lost in your hands"

rustling...

Coulson didn't bother to look at those papers, so he pulled them over and wrote down his name - Coulson, after all, he was used to it for a long time, the contents of these papers were all the same, and there was no desire to read them.

Nick Fury's face seems to have been given a stereotyped needle, and there is no meticulous expression. For Coulson's provocative language, he put on a stinky face as if his ears were plugged and he didn't hear it. Maybe this is why he can be the chief, right?

"Fine, if you sign the agreement, you agree. Go to work and remember to bring me good news. GOODLUCK."

"Yes, sir"

Half an hour later, Coulson, who had taken off his formal clothes and was wearing a casual sports suit, looked like a visitor to the United States. He stopped in front of the door of Ye Chen's shop, knocked on the door and asked,

"Anyone here?"