Be a Poison Milk from Marvel Prison

Chapter 106 The Great Wisdom

It didn't take long for Coulson to come to this now familiar dirty street-Ingram Street again.

Coulson slowed down and stopped by the entrance of Zhongshen Clinic.

The environment in this place has changed drastically. The streets are clean, the asphalt road is as brand new as a newly paved road, and no garbage can be found on the entire road.

Even the dark green trash cans, there are three super large ones side by side, and they are extremely clean, neatly covered with many layers of large black trash bags.

This kind of tidy scene is not common in the center of New York, and it is even mentioned in such a small broken street.

At first glance, it looks like it has been cut off from the general environment. Other places are still so dirty, as if no one has cleaned it for hundreds of years, but the entrance of Zhongshen Clinic is so clean, as if cleaning comes ten times a day.

Seeing such a vision, Coulson, as an agent, instinctively took a second look.

However, he could probably figure out the reason, so he withdrew his gaze and turned to look into the distance:

Raphael hasn't arrived yet.

This is also normal, but with Rafael's speed, he would not let Coulson wait any longer.

But before that, there was a period of free time, and Coulson wanted to do something to verify the ridiculous idea in his heart.

Coulson first stood and waited for a while in the early morning night wind.

After finding that there was no movement, he dialed the phone helplessly and put it next to his ear.

Drip..Drip.Drip.
After about ten beeps, the other party answered.

"Hello? Who is it?" The tone seemed a little impatient, obviously a little irritable after being woken up from a sound sleep.

"I, Coulson." Coulson's tone remained unchanged.

But as soon as the other party heard these three words, there was a loud noise immediately. It seemed that the phone had dropped on the ground.

Then I heard the hurried voice of soberness at that moment: "Mr. Cokelsen, you are in the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

What's the matter? You actually asked me what's the matter?

Coulson frowned slightly, but soon relaxed, and said lightly, "I'm at Zhong Shenxiu's house."

"Ah!!" Amidst the exclamation of the person opposite, the phone fell to the ground again.

After a while, trembling seemed to pick it up, and the man replied with a deadened heart: "I'll go find you right away."

"Yes." Coulson replied, and then hung up the phone.

The person who spoke to him just now was the only super elite seedling that S.H.I.E.L.D. used to monitor Zhong Shenxiu after withdrawing most of its agents. At least that's what Nick Fury told him.

He felt a little distressed to say that such a talent was only used to monitor Zhong Shenxiu.
Now it seems that the boss's words can't be trusted. Through this phone call, Coulson has seen the ability of this so-called "elite only seedling".

But thinking about it, it's actually pretty normal.

It stands to reason that the 24-hour surveillance class will consist of at least two people, so that at least a simple rest cycle can be formed.

It is unreliable to form a 24-hour surveillance by one person.

In this regard, Coulson can be regarded as understanding the meaning behind Nick Fury's arrangement:

It shows that Zhong Shenxiu doesn't really need surveillance anymore, and now sending this "elite single seedling with great intelligence" agent is just putting on a show.

Coulson had just stood at Zhong Shenxiu's door for a long time, waiting for the surveillance agent's reaction.

Coupled with the phone call just now, Coulson has completely understood Nick Fury's attitude towards Zhong Shenxiu.

This makes everything easier.

"Sir Kirkerson!"

A fat agent with a bulging belly and a suit stretched out came over and greeted Coulson with an embarrassed expression.

Seeing how clever this plump agent was, Coulson once again confirmed his guess.

"Is that how you monitor the target? I've been standing here for almost 10 minutes, and you haven't even responded at all?" However, the process that should be followed still needs to be followed, so Coulson had a rare stern face. asked the fat agent.

Seeing that Coulson, who has always been known for his gentleness and elegance, put away his iconic smile, the fat agent suddenly turned pale with fright, and the fat duang~duang~ on both sides of his cheeks bounced.

He now shook his head to defend himself: "It's really not enough manpower, Mr. Coulson, I am also a human being, and I need to rest."

"Plus, I know that the target will never leave tonight, so I dare to sleep after a long absence."

Hearing this, Coulson showed a slightly interested expression on his face. He really wanted to hear what was the basis for this great cleverness to dare to draw such an arbitrary conclusion.

"Tell me your reasons." Coulson asked.

Hearing this, the fat agent immediately glanced around, then approached Coulson, his fat face was full of gossip, and whispered to Coulson:
"Tonight, the goal is to stay that super beautiful little nurse, hehe, such a beautiful woman, even a man would not choose to leave tonight."

The little nurse heard that Coulson thought for a while, and then remembered who the fat agent was talking about.

Nurse with white silk, long dark red hair. Really beautiful.This is an objective evaluation in Coulson's mind.

Xiu stayed her overnight?
Tsk tsk I can't see it, I can't see it, you Zhong Shenxiu with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have you finally extended your wolf claws to the little lambs around you?
At the beginning, I wondered why Xiu would suddenly find a nurse. The fire of gossip in Coulson's heart instantly ignited, but in the open-minded America, this kind of thing is normal.

It must be what you love and what I want. I still feel at ease when I think of Coulson's excellent character.

But indeed, if it is true what the fat agent said, there is a high probability that Xiu will not go out tonight.
Thinking of this, Coulson let out a long breath. Since he was in the car just now, there has been an absurd thought in his mind.

What if the Scarlet Baron was Jong Shin-soo?
His conjecture was not groundless. Before Agent May went to Moscow, besides SHIELD, there was another person who knew that it was Zhong Shenxiu.

Although compared with the huge base of S.H.I.E.L.D., there is still a greater probability of ghosts appearing in S.H.I.E.L.D.

But Zhong Shenxiu still had doubts.

Of course, it is definitely not acceptable to be so arbitrary based on this point alone, and Coulson himself is unwilling to believe this idea.

In addition, Zhong Shenxiu has an excellent alibi for every incident, such as the last time when he encountered the news of the Scarlet Baron in Moscow.

After Coulson came back, he made a special investigation and found that Zhong Shenxiu had been obediently staying at home during those few days.

Impossible to go to Moscow.

He can't be separated, right?

Coupled with the director's attitude, and this time, Coulson has nearly eliminated Zhong Shenxiu's suspicion in his heart.

And only in this way can he be completely at ease, and tell Zhong Shenxiu about the Scarlet Baron, and let him use it as a reference.

But I'll check it out myself later, Coulson thought.

It's not that he doesn't trust Zhong Shenxiu, but that he doesn't trust this clever agent.
(End of this chapter)