In Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicles

Recently, many tourists have come to this small town by the sea.

As a result, the town became lively again.

But this has nothing to do with Frank.

His identity as a mutant has been exposed. The reason why there is no trouble coming to his door yet is entirely because on the military side, the upper levels are having various tense negotiations with the Soviet Union, while the lower levels...

In every battle of Numb, it wasn't the troops below them who had to sacrifice their lives. Could it be that the men above were rushing forward with guns in their hands?

So those in the army are in no mood to care about Frank, a mutant.

If this war really breaks out, it will be the Third World War, and it will definitely be much larger than the previous two world wars. By then, all major continents will really be involved in the war.

And between the confrontation between the two behemoths, a small mutant will not attract anyone's attention at all.

But Frank also knew that when relevant matters came up, there would be trouble.

In fact, without Frank knowing it, trouble had already begun.

However, the target is not him.

The town is now the first choice for vacation and tourism for many people, just like it was in the peaceful times.

Because this town is relatively backward and there is no investment from big companies, it is very... primitive.

And some ugly people like this feeling of "nature's gift" very much.

Of course, just shouting slogans, you really want them to settle here. After getting used to the pace and prosperity of big cities, few people are really willing to settle in this small town.

And this town also has one most important special factor - safety.

Anyway, when the war started, it was impossible for an enemy to aim missiles at this small town, which had no large-scale industrial, military, or even civilian enterprises except for the completed infrastructure.

As for beach landing and so on...

What's so valuable about a rundown town? Wouldn't the international metropolis New York, a few hours' drive away, be a better target?

Well, there is a bookstore on the only main road in the town. The whole body is the brown color of logs, and it has a unique temperament of wooden buildings.

There was a black Chevrolet sedan parked at the door of the bookstore.

"You CIA wanted to kill a hero who prevented the destruction of the world before. What do you want to do now when you come to my place?" You Qi looked at the door open and walked around the store pretending to be The guests' two CIA agents directly revealed their identities.

The two of them were not angry after being exposed. They just said calmly: "Our commander wants to see you."

"Oh, let him do it then."

"Sir, please come over here." The agent on the left bit "please" hard.

You Qi sneered: "Then, me too, please! Come here, sir."

Yugi also meant that word very strongly.

The agent on the right frowned and said in a bad tone: "Sir, believe me, if you still maintain this attitude, we will not continue to maintain a friendly attitude."

Yuki curled his lips, put down the swimsuit beauty magazine he was reading, and propped his head on his hands: "So, you call your current attitude friendly?"

Seeing the arrogant attitude of the bookstore manager, the serious faces of the two agents looked a little gloomy.

In this country, although all kinds of freedoms and slogans are shouted loudly, in fact, the civilians of this country have no trust at all in the official departments of this country.

After all, in a country that can test the aftermath of nuclear explosions on its own citizens, how can you expect the citizens of this country to trust their officials?

However, from a side perspective, you can even imagine the attitude of this country's official departments.

So, these two agents came.

They are just junior agents, and of course they don't know things that only higher-level CIAs know.

All they knew was that their superiors asked them to "invite" a bookstore owner.

Well, they're just the shabby owner of a shabby bookstore in a shabby town. They don't even think about such a simple task.

"I repeat it again! Come with us! Otherwise..."

An agent was speaking loudly, but saw that Yugi ignored the two guys at all, but took a book from Yaz behind him.

Turning a page at random, You Qi said lightly: "Brad James, Durang Neal, tsk, it's Clinton. You two were born in the slums."

At this stage, Hell's Kitchen in New York is not the neighborhood that was developed in later generations because it is too close to Manhattan and thus has a prominent geographical location and received Manhattan dividends.

Today's Hell's Kitchen is an out-and-out slum.

The two agents were horrified. The grumpy agent on the left took out his pistol and pointed it at Ranger: "Who are you! How dare you investigate a CIA agent!"

You Qi tapped the table, and the agent watched in horror as the area where his finger touched the pistol was cut open, blood sprayed in the air, and then...

There was nothing more, blood was flying in the air, but it didn't fall on the ground or the wall of the bookstore.

"I don't want to dirty my bookstore, otherwise Yaz can nag me all day." You Qi closed the book and raised his eyes to look at the two agents:

"It's really as dirty and disgusting as this country. I was born in a slum. After becoming an agent, I felt superior to others. I acted in a flamboyant way and didn't know the depth. The smell of low-class people on you two makes me feel sick. I will tell you when I go back. Boss, even if you want to disgust me, please send some more high-end people.

In addition, please add that if you want to investigate me, feel free to do so, and if you want to come to this town, feel free to do so.

But please don't disturb me, and please don't think too much about this town. This is my territory.

Otherwise, I do not guarantee that I will do anything to you that is beyond your understanding. "

The next second, their vision went dark. When it lit up again, they had already appeared outside the door, as if everything just now was an illusion...

The agent whose palm was cut open looked at his fingers in shock. The blood gradually returned and the broken fingers returned to their original state, no different from the original...

only……

A sharp pain came over...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The companion on the side covered his palms and howled miserably, making them both understand that everything that was surreal just now and now was real...

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Peggy Carter angrily knocked on an official's door.

"Please come in."

"How could you do this! I'm still trying to get him to join us! But you sent people to threaten him!"

The man sitting behind the desk had a sullen face: "I just asked him to come to our office for a talk. Not only did he not agree, he also hurt one of my outstanding employees!"

Carter sneered: "When you say please, do you mean pointing a gun at others? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. This is how your CIA always does things.

Even if you just stopped the world war and served the CIA, you can aim and shoot without any psychological burden. "

"What's wrong with not being able to destroy him with the weapon in your hand?!" The official looked at Carter coldly.

Carter also looked at the other party coldly: "The weapon is already in someone's hand. Instead of trying to win the other party's favor, you push the other party towards hostility. Many times, I can't understand what you fat pigs are thinking in their heads. What, but I don’t want to figure it out. I’ll give you a week to send back all the CIA agents who have been placed in my place.”

Veins popped up on the official's forehead: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Carter looked at the official with a sneer: "The United Nations Security Council has approved the establishment of SHIELD. From now on, it will be my organization and will directly take orders from the five permanent members.

Wait until you become the president of this country, and then you can insert nails into my power. "

With that said, Carter turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.

After she left, the official's face showed no trace of anger. Instead, he showed a strange smile and touched his chest: "Long live Hydra."

Wish me a happy birthday, go and customize it, choose a candy scarecrow skin to celebrate ~ Well, this is how Teacher Da Fei celebrates his birthday.