When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Sir, we are surrounded!"

Colson's hand movements stopped for a moment, and then he continued to fiddle with the black metal box in front of him as if he hadn't heard anything. It was big enough for the two of them to lie flat inside. .

"Sir, what should we... do?"

Seeing that Si ignored him, the agent who came to report could only ask more questions.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Screwing the black metal disc into the flat notch and watching the numbers on it start to beat, Coulson raised his head and asked unhurriedly.

"Of course not!"

The agent subconsciously straightened his back and answered with a decisive tone.

"Stick to your posts and allow you to break out freely if necessary!"

"Sir..."

"obey orders!"

"Yes!"

The agent turned and left, his face flushed, as if Si's order made him feel that the other party looked down on him and others.

Others also heard the conversation between the two, but most of them ignored it and just stood guard at the edge of the defense line with weapons in hand and cold expressions.

Two combatants who had come down from defense came over and offered a few words of relief to the still angry agent, but only received an indignant snort in return.

The moment the three of them crossed paths, the agent, who had been groaning angrily, winked at the other two companions, and tacitly moved away from each other...

Hearing the unconvinced snorts from his men, Coulson shook his head helplessly.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed short of manpower, and most of the operational team members assigned to it are new recruits who have just joined. If they were veteran agents, they would never be so motivated, as if dying on the battlefield is such an honor.

Agents are different from soldiers. They only focus on results and will never let the so-called glory and bloodiness hinder the completion of the mission.

Now in a desperate situation, the enemy has begun to surround and blockade the outer battlefield. The most sensible thing to do is to stop losses, survive as much as possible, and return to SHIELD with intelligence.

However, these breakouts do not include Coulson. He has more important things to do, which is to completely destroy Captain America's body and prevent him from falling into the hands of attackers and ill-intentioned careerists.

Glancing at the black iron box in front of him, Colson showed a bitter smile.

In order to buy time and protect the captain's body as much as possible, he did not use cumbersome ice-breaking work at all, but directly made deep cuts on the ice surface.

Then, Coulson ordered his men to use a "cold suction machine" to remove the cubes of ice cut from the entire ice layer that wrapped Captain America's body, and put them into a black freezer.

Thinking of transporting the freezer directly back to the United States, and then carrying out detailed ice melting and remains processing work at SHIELD headquarters.

The plan was great, and it really bought time, catching most people off guard.

However, what Coulson didn't expect was that after the news leaked, they quickly sent the message back to SHIELD headquarters to request for response. After several chases and escapes, they were finally surrounded by a group of mercenaries who were obviously from the military.

There were too few manpower, and they had to protect the captain's body from being destroyed. Within a few days, Coulson's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were blue, and he looked so haggard that he did not look like a well-trained agent.

Those attackers didn't care whether Captain America's body was intact. The mission they received was to take back his body tissue. It would be best if they could take away all of it. If not, they might accept some of it.

But Coulson was different from them. He wanted to bring the captain's body back to the United States intact. Not to mention being blown to pieces by a grenade, he couldn't tolerate even one more bullet hole in his body.

This is not only a mission, but also a belief.

Unfortunately, it is no longer possible for him to bring the body of his childhood idol back to the memorial hall in New York, so that children who admire superheroes can see the object of their worship with their own eyes and become stronger and braver.

Looking at the beating numbers on the metal disc, Colson sat closer to the large box.

Unable to take the body back intact, he had no choice but to destroy it completely, lest the captain would die and be desecrated by those scum on the autopsy table.

"When I was young, I fantasized about many scenes showing my bravery. After being caught by the enemy, I would rather die than surrender and be brutally killed. I was trapped in a tight siege and drank bullets to commit suicide. I fought to the death and shed my last drop of blood and fell to the ground..."

"But I never thought that my real ending would be to protect the captain's body from being humiliated by Xiao Xiao and to be reduced to ashes in the flames with him."

"This is probably the only time I failed a mission but didn't feel depressed. Instead, I felt a little bit happy."

Talking quietly to himself in the sealed box, Coulson took out a stack of photos from his arms.

These were all single photos taken of the captain when he was under the ice. He destroyed all the double photos, leaving only one clearly layered photo for the girl as a souvenir. After all, they were all admirers of the captain and had a mutual relationship with each other. There should be mutual understanding.

"Sir—"

"Ah, ah!"

The voice came from behind. Coulson, who was admiring these photos and wanted to use them as comfort to spend his last days, was startled. He hurriedly stuffed the photos into his arms, and then turned around in response. .

"It's you!"

Anger made Colson's haggard face look more ferocious. He looked at the men who gathered around him, his face turned livid.

In addition to Coulson, there are 17 SHIELD agents trapped here. There are 14 people standing in front of him now. As for the whereabouts of the remaining three, thinking about the abandoned defense line and the bloody daggers on a few people's hands. , is obviously self-evident.

As early as the first time the news leaked, Coulson suspected that there were moles among his men. However, what he did not expect was that there would be so many moles.

At this time, he couldn't help but feel lucky that he had installed the timer and activated the self-destruction device inside the metal box.

Coulson, who was relieved, planned to delay time, so he asked his subordinates who were only on guard around him but did not do anything drastic: "Who are you from? The military? Hydra? Or are you simply betraying SHIELD?" A fool who exchanges intelligence for wealth?"

"Sir," the gathered agents looked at each other, and one of them stood up and replied: "We did not leak the information. In fact, we did not expect that things would turn out like this."

"Oh?"

The other party's answer confused Coulson. At this time, they had no need to deceive themselves, and the embarrassment on these people's faces did not seem to be fake. It was premeditated and more like a spur-of-the-moment move.

Moreover, there are one or two moles, but fifteen of the seventeen people are moles. So why did they bother to cover their retreat earlier? They just killed him and took away the captain's body.

"you……"

Coulson wanted to ask more, but was interrupted by the leading agent: "Sorry, sir, we can't let you destroy the captain's body!"

As soon as he finished speaking, intensive gunshots rang out from this temporary hiding place.

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