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Just when Frankie Bourque had doubts about his many years of experience as an insurance investigator because of this hammer that he couldn't even lift.

On the other side of the horizon, a fleet of Cadillac Escalades appeared not far away. The smoke and dust raised by the full-size SUVs quickly attracted the attention of Sherlock and Frankie Bourque.

In just a short while, the convoy arrived near Sherlock and parked neatly not far from the wreckage of Sherlock's vehicle.

A group of people in black suits came out of the vehicle and began to alert the surroundings. Frankie Bourque still didn't understand what happened, but Sherlock knew the identities of these people.

The reason is also very simple. Among the group of black suits, Sherlock saw an old acquaintance of his, the mayor of the Novice Village, Agent Coulson with a worrying hairline.

Colson seemed to also see Sherlock, and walked up to say hello to Sherlock with a smile.

"We meet again, Sherlock. We have met a few times. You should know, Phil Coulson."

Unlike Frankie Bourque who broke into a cold sweat when facing such a big scene, Sherlock seemed much calmer and stretched out his hand to shake Coulson's hand.

"Of course, Agent Coulson, Uncle Tony is able to come back thanks to your help. By the way, why are you here?"

Facing Sherlock's question, Coulson's smile remained unchanged, but he answered Sherlock's question.

"We detected a strong energy wave near this area. While we were investigating, I received a message from the headquarters saying that you were also nearby, and the car was damaged by a hammer falling from the sky, so we Just come and take a look.”

Although Sherlock had expected Coulson's explanation, his eyes narrowed slightly and he asked as if he was a little unhappy.

"Are you spying on me?"

Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem very happy, Coulson quickly explained.

"No, Mr. Sherlock, you misunderstood us. We do not monitor your daily behavior, we only report special situations. You know, since Tony encountered danger last time, everyone around him has been under our supervision." Focus on taking care of the top of the list.

Don't think too much, Mr. Sherlock, it's just a precaution. After all, the incident with your uncle last time was too big. "

Of course, it can be said that Sherlock did not believe a word of Coulson's explanation. Black Braised Egg's suspicious character and the S.H.I.E.L.D. formed by Hydra can be said to have a very low limit.

Sherlock would not believe that they were just trying to prevent danger. Perhaps the greater chance was that Tony did not find out who the magician who fought against the Iron Overlord was that night, so he began to monitor the people around Tony.

Fortunately, Sherlock and Tony would basically not discuss any issues related to Sherlock's vest on the phone, which left the SHIELD people helpless.

Nodding to Colson expressionlessly, Sherlock didn't say much.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem to want to talk to him anymore, Colson turned to look at Frankie Bourque who had been standing aside and said.

"Mr. Frankie Bourque, I'm sorry, you are not allowed to disclose the photos of the scene to anyone. We need you to sign a confidentiality agreement. This matter has been classified as confidential."

Colson's words successfully aroused the anger of Frankie Bourque. The chubby Frankie Bourque looked at Colson like a crazy wild boar and said.

"I'm sorry, sir, which department are you from? I don't think I can act according to your wishes. My employer, Mr. Sherlock, has suffered damage to his property. I need to bring back photos of the scene to help my employer, Sherlock." Mr. handles insurance claims."

As a veteran, Frankie Bourque encountered such a situation not once or twice. He even encountered a situation where his employer hired some actors to pretend to be related persons to defraud insurance companies.

In the Lighthouse Country, this kind of situation is not uncommon. After all, whether it is Fobo or the guys from Langley, they do have great rights on some issues.

Coulson was not surprised by Frankie Bourque's remarks, and still smiled and showed his ID to Frankie Bourque.

"Mr. Frankie Bourque, this is my Ph.D. certificate. We will issue you an instruction. You can take the instruction to apply for insurance for Mr. Sherlock."

Seeing Colson seeming confident, Frankie Bourque was a little undecided. He took Colson's ID card and glanced at Sherlock, who was still standing expressionless. Then he continued.

"Okay, I need to contact the headquarters to verify the authenticity of the certificate. If what you say is true, then Mr. Sherlock will still get the compensation he deserves."

After that, Frankie Bourque ignored Sherlock and Colson, ran to the side alone and started making phone calls continuously.

Sherlock and Coulson just glanced at each other and then stopped caring about Frankie Bourque.

On the contrary, Coulson looked at the scene with great interest and sighed to Sherlock.

"Mr. Sherlock, judging from the traces at the scene, your accident can be said to be extremely tragic. You are really lucky. You were not injured at all in such a tragic scene."

Tianhe Colson's sigh made Sherlock panic for a moment, but soon, a bold idea appeared in Sherlock's head, and he became increasingly uncontrollable.

"No, my dear Agent Coulson, the reason why I was not injured is because I have some special medicines in my hand to deal with special situations. The effects of these medicines vary, but without exception the effects are extremely significant.

It can even be said that as long as there is still breath, it can be saved with enough medicine. It is precisely because of these medicines that I can survive, although the side effects of these medicines are some weird. "

Sherlock's words successfully caught Colson's attention. The two foxes had different thoughts. Colson looked at Sherlock pretending to be surprised.

"Really? Mr. Sherlock, can you show me these potions of yours? Your information does not say that you can make such potions."

Regarding Colson's question, since Sherlock dared to speak for so long, he must have thought of a countermeasure. He naturally took out a bottle of white moss potion and handed it to Colson and answered.

"Of course, Mr. Colson, this bottle is one of the potions I made. Its function is to quickly treat trauma without even leaving scars. As for why I made these potions, I can tell you Just, these are all from a very old book.

To be honest, I didn't believe it was real at first, but because of an accident, I had to believe that it was real.

Oh, by the way, remember, the side effects of this thing are completely random. The side effects of the same medicine will be different for everyone. Even after the side effects are over, the side effects will not be the same when using the same medicine. "