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Finally, the team member who went to buy food ran back, covered in sweat, carrying two large paper bags!

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so slow?"

Rubbing his empty stomach, Deputy Captain Ward was extremely dissatisfied.

"Captain Ward... it's not that I didn't want to be fast, it's just that the place was too popular, and there were so many people in line.

Even so, I still paid out of my own pocket, using money to continuously swap positions with several people before I could buy it ahead of schedule!"

The agent felt extremely wronged.

Not only did he not receive praise, but the organization wouldn't refuse to reimburse him for the expenses he paid out of his own pocket, right?

Hearing the other party's words, Captain Ward felt even angrier.

"What what, you dare to quibble!"

As a Hydra secret agent infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D., even a small matter like buying food took more than an hour. If I were to ask you to kill someone in the future, like Coulson on the left, wouldn't you need to prepare for several days?!

Too shameful!

Coulson, pale with hunger, slumped in the passenger seat, waving his hand to indicate not to waste words and to bring the food quickly.

He naturally didn't know what Ward was thinking about him.

He took a lunch box with both hands and couldn't wait to open it.

Buzz ~

Accompanied by a golden light, a fragrant aroma wafted out. Coulson gulped, feeling that every grain of golden rice was exquisite and full, containing vitality.

The green scallions were perfectly dotted on top, and the red shrimp constantly aroused everyone's appetite.

"Gulp..."

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Coulson subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

"God... what is this? Am I hallucinating?"

"Hurry up and pinch me, I just seemed to see a firebird flying!"

The two team members in the back successively exclaimed, and Grant Ward on the right also had a shocked expression, as if doubting his life.

When had he ever seen such awesome fried rice?!

Are Eastern cuisine all this amazing?

Or is it that the delicious food I used to eat was all fake!

"Glug glug..."

In this small car, everyone stared at the fried rice, their saliva secreted rapidly, and their stomachs protested one after another.

Their bodies were issuing a summons: "Don't hesitate, go for it!"

So, everyone listened to this instinct.

One bite, two bites, three bites...

They swallowed large mouthfuls, eating until they were covered in sweat. When they came back to their senses, not even a grain of rice was left in the lunch box.

Their whole bodies felt warm, as if they had undergone an artificial massage.

Listening to the sound of the wind outside the car window, their heads lazily leaned against the headrest of the seat, squinting their eyes, quietly not wanting to move at all.

……

The night was dark and the wind was high.

There were no pedestrians on the road. Constantine was most likely soaking in some bar, picking up girls, and usually wouldn't come back until dawn.

Coulson led several agents, jogging all the way, and quietly arrived outside the door of the Hell Detective's exorcism office.

Grant Ward had already prepared, made a gesture, took out two thin wires from his bag and inserted them into the keyhole.

As his hands shook for a while, his whole body shuddered.

Click.

The door opened.

Everyone simultaneously held their breath, not making a sound, and quickly entered the room.

The whole house didn't look big, three bedrooms and one living room.

The innermost bedroom was used as an office area, and the two bedrooms on the right, one was used as the master bedroom, and the other was a study.

The living room had a water dispenser and a table and a sofa, obviously a place for discussing matters.

The decoration of the house was not luxurious, but rather simple. There was nothing special at a glance.

Standing in the living room, Coulson quietly made a gesture.

The team members nodded to show they understood. They separated to search each room, touching here and looking there, confirming whether there were any hidden compartments.

Finally, the few people came to the office area and saw Captain Coulson gently stroking a black lucky cat object.

"......" Everyone ( ￣ ﹌ ￣ ).

Coulson's face stiffened, and he quickly explained.

"I'm checking important items!"

Awesome... As expected of the captain, he already had gains so quickly.

The team members expressed admiration, regretting to inform Coulson that they had no gains.

"Captain Coulson, it seems that Constantine doesn't have the habit of leaving important items at home."

As a member of Hydra, before joining this mission, he was assigned a secret mission by Alexander Pierce, instructing him to look for something that looked like a compass.

Unfortunately... the compass was not found here.

Coulson held the black lucky cat in both hands. He had searched all the things in this office.

As expected of Constantine?

There wasn't even a file in his drawer, which shows his "efforts" during this time.

The only thing worth noting is this lucky cat in this room!

"It might be a magic item."

Watching Coulson whispering there, Grant Ward's eyes narrowed, and even his breathing stagnated.

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +307]

Carefully putting the lucky cat back in place, taking out his phone to take a few photos, Coulson breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's just stop here tonight."

Compared to magic items, what S.H.I.E.L.D. wants most is knowledge about magic.

In the current situation, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't need to antagonize Constantine in order to covet a magic item they don't understand.

The team members looked at each other, did not object, and followed Coulson out.

Grant Ward deliberately walked at the back, his pace slow, distancing himself from the others.

He covertly gestured to his subordinates, watching them adjust their posture, blocking the line of sight behind Coulson.

Grant Ward's eyes flashed, his figure quickly retreated, grabbed the lucky cat on the table, and stuffed it into his bag.

When he came to the door, Coulson subconsciously looked back and saw Grant Ward following behind with a smile, carrying his bag.

He didn't think much about it, and the few people went out the way they came in.

Ward made a gesture, covertly swapping the bag with one of his subordinates.

In the following time, he randomly found a reason and arranged for his subordinates to get out of the car to do something.

Through Hydra's secret line, he escorted the lucky cat all the way to Alexander Pierce's hands.

Pierce at S.H.I.E.L.D. was very happy.

After playing with this magic item for a while, he personally sent it to the scientific research laboratory and ordered people to study it.

But little did he know that the curse witchcraft attached to the lucky cat had already caused a person-to-person phenomenon as people touched it.

……

In the next few days, Coulson's group, who were responsible for monitoring Constantine, were shrouded in strong bad luck.

Grant Ward, wearing a bulletproof vest, a bulletproof helmet, and holding a riot shield, armed himself to the teeth, nervously observing the surrounding movements.

They had been too unlucky these past few days.

Three subordinates in succession were injured and sent to the hospital due to various kinds of bad luck.

Just now, he went to eat with Coulson. While walking on the road, the two of them were chatting happily when a flower pot suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Coulson's forehead directly.

Ward was so scared on the spot that he quickly called 120 and sent him to the hospital.

It is said that he was not at peace after being admitted to the hospital, and an arm was broken again. It was really miserable...

As for their car, it didn't escape either. Four wheels failed one after another, and the engine wouldn't start. The original five-person team was left with Ward alone surviving.

Standing alone on the street, Deputy Captain Ward, fully armed, shivered.

His eyes were weak and helpless.

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +477]