Original God Traveler in Marvel

The nun raised her head and looked at the young man with a gloomy look in her eyes:

"Have you laughed enough?"

"Dadalia!"

"Oh, enough laughing, enough laughing."

Dadalia wiped away his tears, stood up and walked towards the nun. Following his movements, the scarf streamer fixed on his chest swung back and forth from his left shoulder, looking tight.

"It's hard for you, Rosalia."

The youth's blue eyes blinked mischievously: "We received a message from New York that we can leave."

"Hmph. I can finally be free."

The nuns took off their headscarves and nuns' clothes, revealing a jaw-dropping and moving body.

She tightened the straps around her legs and ripped off the cross 'decoration' from her chest.

"Let's go, I don't know where the little guy is going to sleep late, and I have to find her."

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In the park outside the church, a bearded man was sitting on a bench holding a newspaper and reading it seriously.

Dadalia sat on the other side of the bench with his long legs. He raised his legs and put his hands on the back of the bench.

The bearded man glanced at him and covered his face with a newspaper.

"Well, the weather is nice today, isn't it?"

As if talking to himself, the young man's voice was light and clean.

Rosalia took a bag of corn kernels and lightly sprinkled them on the open space, attracting pigeons all around.

Pedestrians passing by couldn't help turning their eyes to this side, and couldn't help sizing up the woman.

"See the beauty over there? It's so caring."

Dadalia pointed to the bearded man.

"She shouldn't have used corn kernels. Pigeons only have the strength to fly if they eat meat, and the wind is just right today."

The bearded man put down the newspaper, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes were full of deep thought. His voice was hoarse, sounding like an old man who was dying.

His eyes turned on the young man, and he asked a question in a deep voice:

"Have you heard the sound of the wind?"

The corners of Dadalia's mouth twitched slightly, showing a slight smile: "I heard, there was a breath of dispute in the wind, he said..."

"【Hey~Hey~】"

The password is correct and the connection is successful.

The bearded man's eyes shone brightly in the sun, and he stretched out his hand to the young man:

"Nice to meet you, son, I'm Phil Coulson."

"Hi Coulson, you can also call me Dadalia."

When the woman finished feeding the pigeons, she brushed the crumbs off her hands and went to the bench.

"I'm Rosalia."

She said to the bearded man coldly.

"Hello, Sister, Coulson." The bearded man rolled his eyes, and he looked around, a little puzzled: "I remember the notice said that we should have another member."

"She's already here."

Saying that, Dadalia took out a round thing like a 'tumbler' from the shade behind the bench.

"Wow, it's so heavy."

The young man raised his finger, and lightly buckled the 'tumbler':

"Thump, thud, little raccoon~ wake up."

boom!

A puff of smoke rose, and a little girl appeared in front of Coulson, rubbing her eyes.

"Is... already morning?"

The little girl is dressed in cute animal clothes, with two furry ears on her hat and a long smooth tail behind her buttocks.

She knocked Dadalia's palm off with a 'snap', covering her head, her sleepy eyes were full of disgust.

"Don't touch Zaoyou's head! The president is not tall!"

Dadalia curled his lips, and he put his hands behind his back and muttered:

"I haven't touched it yet."

It was only then that Coulson realized that the little girl had been watching him quietly for a long time without knowing it.

"This is that 'raccoon dog'."

According to the news delivered by the director, the three members of this secret operation:

The young master, the nun, and the raccoon dog are all present.

Coulson, who had made a disguise, walked into an old-fashioned street with a few people twisting and turning.

Come to the innermost record store, walk into the basement, open the door, and there is another world inside.

The room is not cluttered, on the contrary it is very simple and clean, the only difference is the display screens all over the wall and computer monitoring.

Coulson pulled off his beard, shaved off the fake tissue on his face, straightened his back, took out the colored contact lenses from his eyes, and showed his true colors to several people.

His expression was serious, but there was a look of joy in his eyes.

"Thank you for your help, everyone, what I want to say now is very important."

He turned on the display screen on the entire wall, which was densely covered with photos and materials of various people.

"A few months ago, I took Director Fury's order to secretly investigate the ghost issue in S.H.I.E.L.D. At that time, our investigation team had a full 20 people. Now, I am the only one left."

Dadalia was a little surprised: "What happened?"

"There were traitors in the investigation team. What surprised me was that almost half of the team members defected as soon as we got off the plane and before we could start our work."

Coulson had a sad expression, his face was full of sadness and anger:

"They not only leaked the confidential documents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but also united with the outside world to kill other agents in the group one by one. I also escaped because another agent sacrificed at the time."

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. have spies in Moscow?"

Rosalia frowned, she asked Coulson in a low voice.

"Yes, and there are many, too many to distinguish."

Coulson shook his head helplessly, he did not expect the infiltration inside S.H.I.E.L.D. to be so serious.

The Moscow branch is already one of the key points in the main branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., and even here has fallen, let alone the situation in New York.

After escaping, Coulson tried his best to pass the news of the fall to Nick Fury.

After that, he hid in Tibet, licking blood on the blade, and finally survived the arrival of reinforcements today, and he was exhausted.

"I have a general understanding of the situation, so what is our task?"

Dadalia said with a cold light in his blue eyes, he was smiling, and what he said with a warm expression made the temperature in the whole room drop a lot.

"Clean up the traitors? Don't worry, we are very good at making people disappear silently."

Rosalia crossed her arms, a sharp dagger wrapped around her fingertips:

"Killing people is the easiest thing for us."

Coulson looked at the young man with a sunny smile, and then at the beautiful woman who was as sharp as a blade, feeling very complicated.

Those few friends of Mr. Sora don't all have that kind of profession...

Coulson couldn't help thinking.

Immediately afterwards, he cast his eyes on Zaoyou, and couldn't hide his surprise: Not even this kid...

Zaoyou drooped her eyelids and drooped her eyelids. She yawned and looked up at Coulson:

"Hmm... so sleepy... have you guys finished? After you've finished, can Zaoyu go to sleep?"

"..."

Coulson turned his head silently.

This little girl is the strongest, she still wants to sleep when others are discussing murder?

Coulson: How can you sleep at your age? ! ! !