The God of Death in American Comics

"Hey Sitwell!" In New York, in the back seat of a driving Lexus LX, a middle-aged white man shouted to the bald Indian agent sitting next to him.

However, Sitwell was obviously in a state of fugue. It wasn't until he touched the opponent's thigh with his hand that he realized, "What's wrong, Chief Garrett?"

"You're distracted. Did you know that Fury actually asked me to come back and cooperate with you fully, but now you are leading us to wander?" John Garrett frowned and said dissatisfied.

Garrett is one of the few senior agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., currently level 8, a master of intelligence and tactics, and is also proficient in various firearms and fighting skills.

Sitwell said nothing, but looked at the driver.

"Grant Ward, a level 5 agent, is also my adopted son. I am his guide, in many senses." Garrett gestured with his left hand.

Sitwell nodded as if he understood, "Okay, sir, I am indeed thinking about other issues."

"Oh, maybe you can tell me, where is that kid Rumlow? The captain of the Rapid Action Team is actually hiding and no one can see him." Garrett said as he took out a bottle of red wine from the freezer in the back seat.

Although it was forbidden to drink while on duty, Sitwell could only pretend not to see the big guy next to him. He thought for a moment and then said, "Rumlow was injured while on duty yesterday. Director Fury." He was transferred to the new military camp to train new recruits, and he probably won’t be back in two months.”

He refused the wine glass handed over by Garrett and continued, "I was worried about our mission just now."

Garrett suddenly became interested, took a sip of red wine and said, "Indeed, this is the first time I received a call from Nick Fury saying that he can abandon the mission depending on the situation. Not to mention that the mission is in New York, but he also asked me to fully cooperate with you. .”

"It's true, our mission this time is quite difficult," Sitwell said seriously, while the image of the cold sword flashed through his mind.

"The problem is whether the bearded man in the Middle East has issued another terrorist declaration, or whether the Russian morons have transported a dirty bomb, or whether the rebels in Cuba or the Koreans are causing trouble." Garrett estimated the seriousness of the incident.

"No, no, no. In fact, there are no terrorists, no dirty bombs, no rebels, and no Fatty Kim from North and South Korea." Sitwell shook his head and said depressedly.

"Oh, you must know that in addition to our three senior special reds, Fury also equipped us with a 100-person action team, an air combat team, and a temporary authorization to mobilize local armed police and the National Guard for this mission. "Book" Garrett asked doubtfully.

To be honest, with the manpower Nick Fury has equipped himself with, he feels that if he operates it better, he can overthrow the regime of an African country.

"Mr. Garrett, in fact, from some aspects, I think these people will definitely be too busy by then. This is the target's information, please take a look." After Sitwell finished speaking, he started from a label He took out a document from the red brown paper bag and handed it over.

"Well, level six permissions. What is this? A high school student's parents had a car accident when he was 17 years old. He has lived alone for 7 years. It's not easy..." Garrett put the wine glass next to him and took the information carefully. Looking at it, are we SHIELD finally going to endanger the flowers of our motherland and do human experiments on high school students?

John Garrett even thought that Nick Fury saw that he had been idle recently, or simply because the child was unhappy, so he directly assigned him a level 6 authority and asked his bad uncle to come with a large group of people. trouble,

"Sir, please continue reading below." Sitwell didn't want to answer the other party's question yet, and just pointed to the documents below.

Garrett also knew that Nick Fury and Sitwell would not make such a joke with him, and looked down the file.

"Mutants move instantaneously with magnetic fields and control energy beams. This is not a mutation. This is transformation. This is information obtained by some drunk idiot's investigation." Garrett looked at the line of notes on the document, especially the offensive ones. Stamped with a red stamp.

"I'm sorry, sir, I wrote this information..." Sitwell looked confused. Just to collect this information, I even had a gourd on my head.

"Ahaha, I apologize for what I just said. Mutation should be the same as mutants, but without exception, the other party has only one advantage. The information you have investigated is a bit scary, Agent Sitwell ." Garrett said with a smile, his eyes revealing deep disbelief.

"Sir, whether you believe it or not, at least this is the fact. Look at the records below. A little boy about 10 years old has lived alone in Brooklyn for 7 years. Don't you find it strange?" Sitwell pointed to the document. It says where the age is recorded.

"What's this? According to what you said, this mutant is almost a human-shaped cannon. Who dares to mess with him?" Garrett paused and then flipped through the file. "You mean, when he was 10 years old?" He acquired these abilities when his parents died at the age of 10, which was related to his superpowers."

Garrett had seen a lot of mutants awakening under pressure and despair. Seeing this, Zou frowned again. No, a 10-year-old child who gained superpowers actually knew that hiding should not go out to show off his superpowers. , and then be captured by Uncle White, who likes to study mutants, to study anatomy?

"In the past seven years, the neighbors of this building have not noticed anything, and the police station has almost never received any alarm calls from this apartment." Garrett asked, touching his chin.

"Yes, not to mention receiving calls about mutants, I haven't even received calls about ordinary robberies or threats. The other party has perfectly mastered his own abilities. The Peace-loving Citizen Award is already in this apartment building. The bulletin board below has been posted for 7 years. The old police officer who posted this certificate retired two years ago. To be honest, I wonder if he has secretly recruited the surrounding gangs. Sir, you must know that this is Brooklyn, and the 22nd The Third Street where the apartment is located is a block where gang fights are most common. It is like a arena for gang fights. Whenever there is a conflict between gang members in the surrounding blocks, it will basically be affected here, but these gang members only avoid it. Near Apartment No. 22." Sitwell said seriously.

"Okay, level six clearance, no problem. Fury temporarily gave me so many mobilizable armed forces. I think Agent Sitwell, we can start the layout. I will call the National Guard and the police department immediately. Otherwise, the other party will suddenly attack. With the other party's ability and the local gangs, the 100 or so of us will probably be eaten up if we go in." Garrett took out the satellite phone.

Damn it’s a good thing I asked a few more questions, otherwise I wouldn’t even know someone else was making dumplings later.

A mutant who can teleport, emit energy, and may have controlled the local gangs, and leads such a group of people to stupidly sneak in. Garrett can't imagine that. Oh, by the way, the other party also has a magnetic field. The ability to control it, it is estimated that it will not even be able to send a distress signal by then.