Clarke

A restaurant next to a highway in New York.

A bald man in a suit picked up the coffee, blew on it, and took a sip.

The restaurant door was pushed open, Colson walked to sit opposite the bald head and sighed.

The bald man asked Colson, "Are you hungry? His pancakes are pretty good."

Coulson looked a little depressed and didn't speak.

Baldhead realized this, "It's not going well, is it?"

Colson nodded, "Yes, it didn't go well."

"They rejected the plan"

"Of course not, but they made the most stupid and ill-considered request I can think of." Coulson paused. "They want Blonsky to join the team."

"That abomination" the bald man's tone was filled with disbelief.

"They really don't like it when you call him that."

"But what happened in Harlem . . ."

Coulson interrupted Baldhead, "They're going to push it on Banner."

The bald head wondered: "Isn't Banner in the bureau?"

Colson shook his head, "They think Blonsky has a clear consciousness and greater strength, and he is still a soldier. He is one of their own to them. They think Blonsky is a war hero, and they want him to be acquitted. To be added to the military merit list."

The bald man frowned, "They think they can control Blonsky."

Coulson said with a subtle expression: "What is your clearance level?"

The bald man smiled and said, "Interesting, it's level six..." Then he suddenly realized something and lost the smile on his face, "Same as you."

Colson looked at the bald head and said nothing.

The bald man said depressedly, "e, this is level seven."

Coulson said: "They are really capable. They gave Blonsky... a horse bit and locked him in the jurisdiction of General Ross."

"So Director Fury has any intention of getting Blonsky?"

"Of course not, but he can't ignore a clear directive from the World Security Council, so we have to make sure he doesn't have to ignore it."

Baldhead asked, "How can we do it?"

Coulson pursed his lips and shook his head, "I have no clue, but we must send a liaison person to find the general within 24 hours."

The bald head continued what Colson said, "Then according to the instructions of the council, we have to send one of our people to go to General Ross to get this Bronsky we don't want."

"Exactly right." Colson agreed.

The two looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief.

Ten seconds later, the bald man turned around and said, "I have an idea. Let's send a fool to disrupt the report."

"Idiot" Coulson didn't understand.

"Yes, a person who can mess up this matter, a person who is so incompetent that General Ross refuses to hand over Bronski." The bald man was full of confidence, "I can do it, I am best at pretending to be a fool."

Coulson praised and said: "Yes, you are the best, you act like a god. In fact, I have a better idea on this matter than acting like a fool."

Coulson paused and continued: "If we want General Ross to refuse this, we have to send someone who can really annoy him. Someone who is arrogant, annoying, and completely contemptuous of those in power. Someone who can offend the general to the extreme.”

Baldhead interrupted Colson, "You're talking about the consultant."

Coulson denies, "No, it's not him."

"You're talking about him."

Coulson continued to deny, "No, shut up, I'm telling you I'm not sending consultants."

......

a bar.

Tony opened the door and walked in wearing a smart suit.

"I smell steel, beer... and frustration." Tony walked to the bar and sat down next to General Ross, who was sitting drinking.

"General, you know I don't like to say what I told you a long time ago, but there's a reason why the super soldier project was shelved."

Tony said with a little pride: "I always think that hardware equipment is more reliable..."

"Oh, Stark" Ross interrupted Tony's taunting, squinting at Tony's suit. "You're always so well dressed."

"Indeed." Tony smirked, "I heard you have a unique problem."

Ross leaned forward and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Tony looked at Ross and said, "Listen..."

At noon the next day, at a restaurant next to a highway in New York.

Colson enjoyed lunch, and the pancakes at this place were really good.

The bald man walked in and sat across from Colson, "So, what's the news?"

Coulson picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Mission accomplished. For now, Abomination will continue to stay in his cell as a guinea pig."

Coulson winked and continued: "It was clear that the consultant had proved his worth and Ross was so angry that he wanted to kick him out of the bar."

"Did he succeed?"

"Stark has bought the bar and is scheduled to demolish it on Thursday and turn it into a striptease parlor."

......

A few nights later.

Coulson was driving on the road to New Mexico.

Arriving at a gas station on the road, Colson stopped the car, plugged in the gas gun and walked into the supermarket.

Colson walked to the middle of the shelf, squatted down and held two packages of marshmallows, feeling hesitant.

"Hands up, don't move." Two strong men with guns walked in outside the door. As they spoke, they loaded the shotguns and pointed them at the cashier.

"If you dare to move, I will blow your head off. Who else is here? Whose car is outside?"

The cashier raised his hands and dared not speak.

Coulson stuck his head out from behind the shelf, "Mine."

One of the robbers turned around and pointed a gun at Coulson.

Coulson added: "But it was actually my rental car."

The robber pointed the gun at the cashier and said, "Throw the keys over."

Colson threw the key to the robber, who caught it. Both robbers turned around and pointed guns at the cashier. One of them threw a travel bag on the counter and shouted at the cashier: "Take it." This bag is full of cigarettes and alcohol..."

"Excuse me" Coulson interrupted them from behind, holding a pistol in one hand. "I have another gun, you may need it."

The two robbers instantly turned around and pointed their guns at Colson. They shouted nervously: "Put it down and throw it over quickly."

Coulson frowned and felt it was inappropriate. "I think it might go off if I throw it over. What do you think? Maybe I can slide it over."

One of the robbers stared at Colson and said, "Okay, slide it under my feet, don't do anything stupid."

"Okay" Coulson held up his hands, "I'm just going to move to this aisle and I'll slide it over to you."

Colson moved to the nearby aisle, and the other robber could barely see Colson, who was blocked by the shelves.

Coulson slowly squatted down, put the pistol on the ground, and slid it to the robber across the aisle.While the robber bent down to pick up the gun, Colson picked up a bag of flour on the shelf and threw it at the other robber.

The flour was thrown into the robber's face, the packaging shattered, and the flour got into his eyes.

After throwing away the flour, Colson rushed directly towards the robber who was picking up the gun. Colson stepped on the shelf and jumped into the air. In the air, he stepped on the shotgun that the robber had raised with his left foot.

The robber misfired and shot his own foot. He squatted down holding his leg and screamed in pain.

Coulson fell to the ground and grabbed his gun, holding the barrel. He turned around and smashed the handle of the gun into the face of the robber who was blinded by the flour.Then he raised his leg and pushed his knee onto the nose of the robber who was squatting on the ground and screaming.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and Coulson brought down the two rookie robbers.

Coulson picked up his pistol, came to the counter with two packages of marshmallows, and said to the shocked cashier: "Sorry for the mess, I couldn't decide which one to choose."

Colson saw that the clerk was not in the mood to serve, so he took out the money and put it on the counter. "No need to look for it." After saying that, he was about to walk out of the supermarket.

The cashier stopped Colson, "Wait, what should I tell the police?"

Colson smiled and said, "Just tell them those fighting tapes are not for nothing." After that, he walked out of the supermarket.

When he came to the car, the gas pump had not yet finished filling the tank. Colson waited a moment, then inserted the oil gun back into the tank.

The next morning, Coulson opened the car door and stepped out, looking down the hillside.

At the bottom of the hillside, a hammer stood in a circular impact pit. Many famous tourists and strongmen stood beside the impact pit.

Coulson took off his sunglasses and turned to dial the phone.

"Sir, we found it."