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"Mazefak——" Nick couldn't help but curse with his head on the ground.

As the king of agents, he was not overly afraid when a gun was pointed at his head. Instead, he remained calm and composed, even though he knew that if he surrendered, he would only get hit twice and the problem would be solved.

However, as a spy chief, he would never allow events to be out of his control, nor would he allow himself to be in an uncontrollable crisis, so he thought of a countermeasure as soon as possible.

He shook his shoulders slightly, causing his cape to slide, revealing the outline of the pistol at his waist through his leather jacket.

George, who noticed this scene, frowned and grabbed his waist.

While George was distracted, Nick jerked his head back and hit the pistol out of George's hand.

A sudden punch hit George in the abdomen, and the swinging hem of his leather jacket made the pistol fly farther.

George, who was hit unexpectedly, took several steps back, glanced at the Glock not far away, patted the fist mark on his abdomen, and looked at Nick with a colder look.

Nick's hand quickly slid to his waist, trying to pull out the pistol at his waist.

But George was faster, and his calloused palm slashed hard at Nick's neck, trying to knock Nick out with one blow.

Nick raised his hand to block the palm and his eyes widened as he was pulling out his gun.

Because George skillfully grabbed his fur coat with his other hand and pulled it hard, then hit his little black guy with his knee.

If he gets hurt this time, let alone whether Kun Kun will be able to be used in the future, with George's strength, just staying in the hospital for three or four months would be the least of his problems.

Nick suddenly shook his body and released the pistol from his waist, blocking the knee strike.

George also took the opportunity to step back, tugged at the corner of Nick's black clothes, pulling the leather coat that completely bound Nick, and kicked Nick's calf hard, making Nick stand unsteadily. George pressed forward, trying to pull Nick by the leather coat and force him to kneel under his legs.

This is George's fighting style, which makes Nick, who is wearing a leather jacket that is useless except for looking cool, feel helpless.

Without hesitation, Nick tried to take off his fur coat, but there was no way George would give him that chance.

Pulling the leather jacket, George pressed the jacket firmly to the ground with his left foot. His muscular body quickly pressed along the jacket. His face was cold and stern with a bit of brutality. He swung out a whip kick with his right leg, kicking Nick's bald head.

Of course, the king of spies has more than just this ability. He rolled off his favorite leather coat in a swoop, revealing a black shirt tied in a belt underneath.

Nick shook his hands and narrowed his one eye with a grim look.

George is much more difficult to deal with than he imagined, but how can an ordinary policeman like you be a match for me, the king of agents.

Throwing away the pistol at his waist, Nick's muscles bulged under his leather coat. It's time for you to see how powerful the king of agents is. He raised his right hand with a gloomy face and hooked his index finger at George.

One minute later.

Nick was pinned to the grass by George's knees.

"Let go - I'm the FBI! I can't breathe..."

"Heh~" George sneered. He had long seen that this black guy was in the same group as Coulson and Smith, but that didn't stop him from beating him up.

Moreover, as an ordinary agent, you have no idea what New York police have to face every day!

You don't even need to ask around. The New York Police Department knows that I, George... can dodge bullets!

beep, beep...

Finding the battle over, Charlotte ran downstairs and made her way to George.

I couldn't help but admire:

"George! You are so awesome~"

This greatly satisfied George's vanity. This was the fighting technique of the New York Police Department, and he was the second best. He raised his head and said:

"Want to learn? Boy, I'll teach you."

"Of course I do!" Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she knelt beside him, imitating George's kneeling posture. She carefully compared every detail of the kneeling pressure, and then asked George excitedly:

"How is it? Is it standard?"

George couldn't help but twitch his lips. So this is what you wanted to learn——!!

Seeing that George didn't respond, Charlotte couldn't help but look at Nick under his legs and said:

“Uncle George, can you get up and let me try it too… To be honest, this is what I want to try the most!”

Nick: ??? You treat me as a human being? ?

He really didn't expect that he would stumble and be pinned to the mud by the New York police here.

Smith had previously reported that the police officers in the New York Police Department were all very capable, but he didn't take it seriously at all. How capable could they be? Could they be more capable than the special agents?

I tried it today...at least I'm better than him, the head agent.

"Let me go~ I don't have any ill intentions. Coulson and Smith are the same kind of people as me..." Nick explained in a cold tone, trying his best to protect his body.

Of course George knew that they were of the same kind, because the man named Coulson used similar tactics when he started fighting.

Just as he was about to loosen his hand, he heard Charlotte frowning and angrily saying:

"You're lying! ... They're white and you're black! You're not the same kind of people—"

"No~" Nick was stunned for a moment and then said: "I mean, we work for the same place, and I am their boss..."

George nodded, confirming that what Nick said was true. Just as he was about to raise his legs, Charlotte held his shoulders.

"George, don't be so naive..." Charlotte said to George earnestly. George, who was taught a lesson, widened his eyes.

Am I naive?

The veins on George's forehead jumped, and he wished he could press Charlotte under his legs immediately.

Click - click - click -

Hearing the voice, Nick widened his eyes and looked at Charlotte's mobile phone camera in disbelief.

After taking several photos, Charlotte stood up, picked up his phone and said:

"Hai~ Respected Commander Coulson~ Look at what I caught? He said he knew you~ Is it true?"

call out--

Several photos were sent along with a voice message.

Nick's eyes widened: "Withdraw! Mazefak! Quickly withdraw it!"

But when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, so he could only wait for Coulson's reply with a gloomy face.

Secretly made a note of Coulson.

Charlotte continued:

"Mr. Smith, look at what I caught. He said he knows you, too."

call out--

"Mazefak..." Unable to bear it any longer, Mazefak cursed in a low voice.

How dare you swear in front of me?!

George looked sullen and said to Nick's bald head:

"Be honest! Before someone can prove your identity, you'd better not seek death..."

After waiting for a while, neither Coulson nor Smith returned Charlotte's call.

At this time, Coulson was returning on a civilian flight in order to save money, and Smith turned off his phone and went to sleep. Neither of them had any idea what had happened to their superior.

After a long time without any response, Nick realized that he couldn't contact them now, and said with a dark face:

"I have another subordinate who can prove my identity... Her name is the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff."

Charlotte hadn't spoken yet, as if she was thinking about something, but George's voice became louder:

"Black Widow?"

The legs that had been loosened pressed heavily on Nick again, and George said coldly:

"Another damn spider? Can you guys respect the existence of the police--!!"