Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 572 The Late Arrival of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Gu Yi, the supreme mage with his hands behind his back, stared at Mephisto without any fluctuations in his eyes.

Mephisto also stood up muddy.

His expression...was a little weird.

quite a while.

Gu Yi said quietly: "You should go back."

Mephisto hesitated to speak.

Then...

The body begins to decay from the bottom up.

Mark, who was watching all this from the side, felt that his gossip fire was about to explode.

He was really watching from the side.

Old Mo obviously wanted to speak just now, but as soon as Gu Yi's subtle expression changed, Old Mo rotted.

Full M style.

If the two of them had no problems, Mark would dare to take off his head and give it to Mage Ancient One to play as a ball.

On gender issues, Mark dares to say that he is the first-class expert in the world, and no one dares to challenge his position.

That stinking monkey?
Stop it.

Just because of the awkwardness between Tony and Pepper?

Ha ha.

After a while, Old Mo was completely decayed, and when Gu saw this, he turned around and was about to leave.

"...Wait." Seeing this, Mark hurriedly stopped him.

The supreme sorcerer, who was still calm and calm, turned around again with his hands behind his back, and his expression was in a state of neither joy nor sorrow.

Mark stroked the beard on his chin and asked curiously: "...Well, Supreme Mage, don't you plan to explain?"

Gu Yi said lightly: "No."

Flames and lightning portals appear.

The ancient mage stepped through the portal and instantly disappeared into this virgin forest that has not been invaded by modern civilization.

Mark had a subtle expression.

He doesn't like riddles very much.

On the contrary, he prefers to know the answer to the riddle in advance.

at this time.

Chu Chu Chu!
Mark looked up.

A Quinnik fighter disengaged from stealth mode.

The Aegis trio stepped down from the Kun's fighter jet.

Mark looked at the corners of the mouths of the three who came and said without concealing his sarcasm: "Wow, isn't this the legendary Iron Triangle of Aegis? Why? Aegis has no other field agents besides the three of you?"

Coulson still had that good old man expression.

Black Widow and Hawkeye acted as if they hadn't heard anything.

Coulson looked at the densely packed snake carcasses and the decaying flowers on the other side behind Mark and asked, "Director Louis, this is not the mainland, and the FBI does not have overseas enforcement powers."

Mark nodded and smiled, "Of course, I'm just here for tourism."

Coulson glanced at Debbie, who was standing beside Mark, still smiling.

"Does Director Louis like to take his subordinates with him when he travels?"

"Subordinates? Debbie is my friend, and only SHIELD with a clear hierarchy would think that only subordinates have no friends."

"SHIELD referred to a lot of the FBI's system when formulating the hierarchy system, and we absorbed a lot of mature systems from it."

"……yes?"

"Of course, many systems of SHIELD Academy are also integrated from the Federation Academy."

"...I'm speechless."

After Mark finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders. Talking to these people is simply a very brain-consuming thing.

There are traps hidden inside and outside the words.

But the opponent is a human being, so Mark is not.

Want to get a cliché from him?
There is still very little salt.

Mark shook his head and prepared to take Debbie away.

The smile on Coulson's face froze for less than a second, and then he said like an old dog: "Director Louis is not going to communicate information?"

Mark turned his head and glanced at Coulson, and after thinking for a while, he said lightly: "Well, this is the breeding garden of Mephisto, the king of hell. Some people want to make a deal with the devil and want to live forever. This is Mephisto. Trusted private medicine garden."

Coulson wanted to laugh a little.

But looking at Mark's half-smile, he blinked and said, "Is what Director Louis said true?"

Mark shrugged and said, "What? You all have Mephisto's blank contract in your bureau. After seeing so many extraordinary events, you still plan to maintain a rigorous scientific view of the world?"

Coulson didn't speak.

Mark wanted to laugh inwardly.

Mark learned all this when he was in another universe.

When Mark learned from Maizi that the cover he gave to Aegis was mixed with his daughter to solve it, he was depressed.

For a moment a word appeared in his mind.

Pit father.

When he learned from Maizi that Lailis not only helped S.H.I.E.L.D. to solve the [Death Crisis] but also sent a blank contract, this feeling became even stronger...

quite a while.

Mark looked at the Iron Triangle of Aegis who was staring at the potholes and rotting flowers on the other side, and continued: "Don't say that my New York office did not abide by the intelligence communication agreement signed in the first half of last year. You'd better not move the flowers here."

"...Why?" Coulson asked curiously.

Mark said lightly: "Do you really think that eating this flower will prolong your life?"

"Can't you?" Coulson glanced at the 25-meter-long python and said, "These giant pythons have clearly exceeded their growth limit."

"But these creatures no longer have souls."

"……soul?"

"Yes, no one can control life and death except the underworld. If you rely on a mere flower to violate the law, as a price, your soul will also be corrupted."

"...the underworld?"

Coulson looked at Mark with a strange expression.

Mark smiled slightly.

No more words were spoken.

Just turn around and take Debbie and disappear directly in place.

After passing through the geocentric dimension and returning to New York.

Mark took a glass of bourbon and went to the backyard to find a disposable mobile phone and dialed someone's number.

The call is connected.

"Mr. Pierce."

"Director Lewis."

"I have had a great time working with Mr. Pierce. As a friendly reminder, your existence seems to be felt by a dark-skinned guy."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome, just give me a box of the wine you invited me to drink at the time. I haven't found that wine yet."

"...Of course, someone will deliver it to your mansion tomorrow."

"Goodbye, Mr. Pierce."

"Goodbye."

After Mark hung up the phone, with a pop, he directly crushed the disposable mobile phone in his hand into scum, took a sip of bourbon and looked up at the starry sky.

Again.

As far as personal feelings are concerned.

Mark's favorability for Hydra is far above S.H.I.E.L.D.

Not for anything else.

Hydra adheres to a simple principle when facing the strong [Admit if you make a mistake, stand at attention when you are beaten]!
But what about S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Maggie.

According to the news from Mark's internal informant in S.H.I.E.L.D., that dark guy seems to have launched a countermeasure against Mark specifically.

But the specific terms of the measures?

Ok.

The level of the informant in SHIELD is not enough to check the specific content of this document...

(End of this chapter)