Mei Man Evil Sword Immortal

"Captain, I'm not kidding." Coulson was a little confused as to why he had misunderstood this.

"I'm not joking, we are really innocent." The captain said in an unusually honest and serious tone, "You should know that I have someone I like, and I am a public figure, at least a former public figure. I shouldn't There's no way this is going to happen."

Coulson felt that he should not continue discussing this issue with the captain. It was a complete waste of time.

"Captain, that's not the question I want to ask, I just want to know his identity. Like you, he has been frozen in the ice for nearly 70 years, but he is alive now, and all the indicators of his body are far better. A supernormal person, but he has no traces of having been injected with serum. It is not good for us to wake up such a person whose identity is completely unknown. If he is an enemy, waking him up is a very dangerous thing, but if he is not an enemy, I think SHIELD can absorb him, after all, we are his saviors, right?"

The captain lowered his eyebrows slightly, thinking quietly, and soon came up with the answer.

"Wouldn't you know if you just asked him directly?"

Colson opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Captain, what I mean is that if we wake him up rashly, what should we do if he takes action against us?"

The captain patted his chest: "Just leave this to me. With me here, there will definitely be no problems."

Coulson felt that there seemed to be a problem somewhere, but they had been thinking about it for so long and there really was no other better way.

So Coulson asked people to remove all the tubes on the young man's body, and then injected him with a medicine that could neutralize the drowsy ingredients in the young man's body.

About an hour later, the young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, with only confusion in his eyes.

"Hello, do you remember what happened?" Coulson asked specifically in half-baked Chinese.

Hearing the voice, the young man's eyes regained some vitality. He looked at Colson and the captain, and then frowned slightly: "Where are you and who are you?"

"It's a language I haven't heard of before. I'll ask someone to bring a translator over and try it out." Colson turned around and shrugged towards the captain.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have a little impression of him." The captain gently rubbed his temples with two fingers, "That was when I was on the plane and was about to fall into the sea, when a person suddenly fell from the sky, like It was him, he appeared very suddenly, so I didn't have time to react and the plane hit him."

It turned out to be a person who was hit by a plane, which was really rare, but this news didn't seem to be of any help to them. They still had no way to determine the identity of this young man.

The young man was lying on the bed very calmly, showing no signs of causing trouble.The translator was soon delivered, and Coulson brought it to himself to talk to the young man again, but the translator seemed to be broken and could not display any information.

"It's really strange. There is no such language among the thousands of languages ​​in the record. Could it be a new language? What is the origin of this person?" Colson had a headache and subconsciously scratched the top of his head, which was not too plump.

"What are you?" the young man suddenly asked in broken English.

"You speak English?" Coulson asked a little surprised.

"What are you, translator, English?" What the young man said was still messy, but it was indeed English.

"He didn't just learn it from the exchange with us, right? The learning ability of Oriental people is so terrifying." The captain, who basically knew nothing about learning, couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Learn English, New Oriental." The young man said again.

"What does the last sentence mean?" The captain said it was a bit difficult to understand.

"I think he wants to learn our language. This is good news. At least he is willing to communicate with us."

"We communicate." The young man repeated these two words.

Colson said with a smile: "It seems we have to find him an English teacher first."

"I think he's very interesting."

After all, it is a special department. SHIELD is very efficient. Coulson called and within 10 minutes, a top English teacher was sent here. After signing a confidentiality agreement, he began to teach young people. learning English.Due to the young man's amazing learning ability, it only took him less than three days to be able to basically communicate with people and even write some simple daily phrases.

So after having a basis for communication, Coulson and the captain returned to the isolation room, but this time they were just supporting roles. The one who was really responsible for asking questions was a one-eyed man, the director of SHIELD, who is known as a braised egg. Nick Fury.

The conversation this time was not on the bed, but in a room similar to a living room. However, these were deliberately staged by people from SHIELD. In fact, it was still the same room, but they thought it would make the young people feel their goodwill. , so as not to make some dangerous moves.

"Who are you?" Fury deserves to be the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he went straight to the core of the problem.

The young man thought for a moment and said slowly in English that had obviously improved a lot: "My name is Xuan Jiuli, I come from the Blood Sword Sect and I am a cultivator."

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Fury was a little suspicious of life and tugged his ears. What was going on? Why couldn't he even understand English? Apart from the other party's name, he had never heard of what the Blood Sword Sect cultivators were. Pass

Coulson leaned into Fury's ear and whispered: "The cultivator is a profession in Chinese novels. That kind of person can continue to become stronger through practice. The Blood Sword Sect should be similar to our SHIELD academy. An organization that cultivates new forces.”

"That's right." Fury nodded to express his understanding, but suddenly realized another thing, "Aren't you very busy at work? How come you still have time to read novels?"

Colson scratched his head in embarrassment: "Um, haven't I been to China on a business trip before? I went there specifically to understand the culture there."

Xuan Jiuli ignored the chatter of several people and continued: "The place I am in is very different from here. It should not be the same world. The sect I am in was attacked and killed by the enemy, and I was the only one who escaped. I My teacher used an object called a lotus lantern, which has the ability to open doors. It’s probably because of it that I came here, but it probably didn’t follow me.”

"Is there any problem?" Fury looked back at the agent who was playing with the polygraph.

The agent made an OK gesture.

It seems that what this person said is true, but why is the other party so cooperative? I only asked who you are, but he almost revealed all his old secrets. This is too cooperative, right? Fury has always been suspicious. I feel that the other party must have some conspiracy.

"I am telling this to express my goodwill. I am injured, I need help, and I also need revenge on my enemies."

Fury subconsciously opened his mouth: "Let's find out about the Avengers."