Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

"Is there really such a person as Sanna?"

Kahn was curious.

He originally thought that this false identity was completely fabricated by Nisha.

"Do you think our S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence department is just like the NYPD (New York Police Department)? They can just fabricate a false identity and fool our auditors?"

In reply, Nick Fury keenly captured something from the special adviser's words, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you know 'Sanna'?"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of the three people, Kahn hurriedly resorted to three consecutive denials and joked: "I'm just curious, after all, such a 'big' beauty.

By the way, can you give me Professor Sanna’s contact information? "

"What do you think?" Hei Lu Dan responded coldly, scorning the young consultant's poor performance in his heart.

As the only Level [-] agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., his insight is not inferior to that of those with super powers.

As early as when the mysterious consultant told what happened, he noticed many doubts and several very inconspicuous logical fallacies in the other party's words.

Combined with the performance just now.

If there is no PY transaction between this guy and the mysterious person pretending to be Professor Sanna, then that's a ghost.

Nick Fury wanted to give Kahn a happy interrogation package of tiger stool, pepper spray, and electric chair to get the other party to confess and be lenient.

But the other party is just a special consultant of their SHIELD, and is only responsible to the director. He has no right to interrogate the other party.

What's more, the other party is the descendant of his immediate boss.

I can only keep my doubts in my heart for the time being and talk about it later.

"What about that other parasitic monster, Commander Fury?"

Natasha spoke up to break the silence.

"This is the first time I've seen that kind of creature."

With a perfunctory word, Nick Fury said goodbye: "I will let the department responsible for this matter handle the next matter. You can go back to the headquarters to rest first."

………………

One day later, at the entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Tri-Wing Headquarters.

Looking at the three people getting out of the black Chevrolet, Pierce hurriedly greeted them with two of his cronies.

Holding the hands of the blond man at the front, and then groping the other man's upper body numbly, Pierce said with relief: "Kahn, it's great that you are back safely.

When I learned from Fury what happened in the pyramid, I almost had a heart attack.

If something happens to you, I won’t know how to explain it to your grandfather even if I go to heaven. "

"Chief Pierce is speaking harshly."

A smile appeared on his face as fake as possible, and Kahn said politely: "From the moment I chose to join the mission, I knew the risks involved.

Even if I go to heaven, I will explain it truthfully to my father and grandfather. "

But in his heart, he sneered at this thick-hearted and evil-minded old bastard.

He still dreamed of going to heaven. With the bad things this guy did, Mephisto would probably call him an expert when he saw him.

Looking at the two people who were 'a loving uncle and a filial nephew', Natasha had goose bumps. She rolled her eyes inwardly, but on the surface she still maintained her iceberg look.

"Don't say such unlucky words."

Letting go of the opponent's hand, Pierce said with concern: "Just ask Sylvère to handle the mission report for you. Now go to the Science and Technology Department for a comprehensive inspection to prevent any hidden dangers."

'The examination is fake, but collecting your own body data is real, right? '

Seeing through the old Yinbi's thoughts at a glance, Kahn refused flatly: "I'm really fine.

However, I have been away from home for four days, and my girlfriend is very worried, so... "

"Young man, I understand."

With a tacit smile, Pierce waved to the red-haired beauty next to him without forcing it: "Agent Romanoff, take Consultant Kahn to Warehouse No. [-] and let him pick out an item."

'Why me again? '

Although Natasha was extremely reluctant to be caught as a prostitute again, she still responded honestly: "Yes, Director."

Under the leadership of the widowed sister, Kahn once again entered the annex building where the logistics department is located.

Then I took an elevator and arrived at Warehouse No. [-], which was hidden an unknown number of meters underground.

After getting out of the elevator, Natasha walked straight to the end of the corridor and knocked on the dark blue door.

Not long after, a middle-aged white man with a big belly appeared at the door.

When he saw the visitor, Giger's eyes lit up, and a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face: "Agent Romanov, what can I do for you?"

"This is the supervisor of Warehouse No. [-], Jiger."

Natasha introduced the two to each other: "This is the new consultant Kahn. The director promised him to pick an item in Warehouse No. [-]. The file should have been sent to your computer. You can go and confirm it."

"Wait for half a minute."

Ignoring the fat white man who ran back to the desk, Natasha said goodbye to the blond man next to her: "Director Jigel will be responsible for the next thing. I have to take one step in advance."

After saying that, without giving Kahn a chance to talk, he turned around and strode towards the elevator ahead.

In less than 20 seconds, Gilge trotted back to the door in a hurry. He failed to see the familiar figure, and the smile on his face suddenly froze: "Where is Agent Romanov?"

"gone."

Kahn pointed to the elevator on the other side of the corridor.

The goddess left without saying goodbye. Most of the enthusiasm in Jigel's heart dissipated in an instant. He immediately put on another expression and said businesslikely: "Consultant Kahn, right? Please follow me."

Under the leadership of the fat white man, Kahn went through numerous verifications and arrived at a curve-top hall that was half the size of a football field.

The metal shelves are arranged neatly like bookshelves in a library.

Taking his eyes away from the dazzling array of items on the shelves, Kahn turned to look at the fat man beside him and asked: "Director Jigel, what's here?"

"There are a total of 7254 special items stored in Warehouse No. [-]."

With a flash of amusement in his eyes, Gilge introduced: "Weapons, calligraphy and painting, magic items, alien technology... everything is available."

"Ok?"

After listening to the other party's introduction, Kahn was not happy at all, but frowned.

It's similar to the inability to have both performance, weight, and price of a computer.

There are so many and so many varieties.

That means that the things in this warehouse must be extremely valuable.

"Of these items, which one has the highest risk level?"

There are more than 7000 items. It is impossible for Kahn to choose one by one like a headless fly.

"Levels of danger?"

Hearing this word, Jigel was slightly startled, shook his head and said: "The items stored in this warehouse are all harmless items that have been repeatedly confirmed. The dangerous items are all in Warehouse No. [-]."