Shadow of the Beautiful World

You are really giving me a problem.

In Fury's office, Merlin was playing with the quaint badge, and he said to Fury:

There is no information, no information, no guide, just know a name and some illusory legends. Then you let me go to another remote place far away from my hometown to work hard.

He shook his head:

I must be crazy, but something inside of me tells me I shouldn't say no to you.

It's not just a blow and revenge for what the cia did to us back then, Merlin.

Fury breathed a sigh of relief, he looked back at Merlin, and said:

It should be for those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, but were brutally desecrated, and there was no peace after death.

yes.

Merlin put away the badge of the Ten Rings Gang, and said:

If we don't know, it doesn't matter.

But now that we know it, we can't ignore it.

I knew that you would definitely accept this task.

There was a hint of a smile on Fury's swarthy face, and in the only remaining one eye. He sat back in his chair and said to Merlin:

One more thing, after you leave, I need someone to manage sl.d., is there anyone you recommend?

I think Coulson is good.

Merlin glanced at Fury, and when he saw the hesitation in Fury's eyes, Merlin changed his words again:

Of course, he's too young and too inexperienced to be convincing. So he and Melinda are fine as adjutants. I've split up sl.d.'s affairs, and now Coulson, Melinda and Sharon is already in her most suitable position, but she lacks someone who has an overview of the overall situation and a good understanding of the wizarding world, and most importantly, someone who you can rest assured.

It's better to let Gartler come back.

Merlin says:

He has fought side by side with wizards in England for a long time, and he has some understanding of magic. Most importantly, he knows how wizards operate. Let him command my department. At least you don't have to worry about the relationship between him and the Magic Congress. But the only problem is that Gatler is commanding thousands of agents in Europe, so it is a demotion to transfer him back to manage a subordinate department.

It doesn't matter.

There was a gleam in Fury's eyes, and he said:

Gattler can do both.

The European branch has been established since the Cold War. There is a mature system over there like the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Gatler is only in charge of giving orders there, and not in charge of specific affairs. Let him also serve as the sl.d. The Commander is not a big problem. And I plan to transfer Victoria out of the island prison, where she is too talented.

so what?

Merlin asked:

What's your plan?

Agent Phoenix served as the commander of the island prison, Victoria went to the European branch to serve as the second commander, and Gartler returned to New York to take charge of your department. Then transfer Barton and Natasha back to the headquarters to command the other two newly established special agent teams .”

Fury flicked his fingers:

That's it.

There are so many people going back and forth.

Merlin shook his head, he sighed:

Our organization looks majestic, but in fact there are only a few trustworthy high-level people inside. If this continues, Fury, you need to promote some new people. After a long time, everyone will be very tired.

You have the nerve to say it.

Fury glared at Merlin:

Among all the high-level commanders, you are the most relaxed. Don't think I don't know. You have pushed Coulson and Melinda to do those troublesome things.

I trusted them and exercised their abilities, Fury.

Merlin said disapprovingly:

You always don't let go, how can the children grow up? Stumbling and stumbling will hurt, but when the scars heal, it's a medal of courage.

What's more, am I not always busy dealing with messes for you?

Merlin shook the document in his hand, he moved his shoulders, stood up and said to Fury:

Ah, I've stayed on this continent long enough. It's really time to go out and wait for my good news, Fury. If things go well, I may be back in a few months.

Um.

Fury nodded:

After a few months, the news from the Ministry of Defense will pass. Also, pay attention to safety, Merlin. Afghanistan is not New York. If you have an accident there, I may not be able to save you in time.

You save me?

Merlin glanced suspiciously at Fury's recently fat belly, and his gaze made Fury a little annoyed. Before Fury got completely angry, Merlin laughed and walked out of the office with the documents.

After Merlin left, Fury closed the door, touched his stomach subconsciously, and shook his head.

Well, let's make time to go to the gym this afternoon.

Lately, I've been slacking off a bit.

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After coming out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, Merlin sat in the car and drove all the way in the direction of Queens.

He dialed the steering wheel with one hand, took out his cell phone with the other, and dialed a weird 19-digit number. What's even more strange is that the number actually dialed through.

Beep, beep, beep

A few ordinary voices waiting for a communication sounded, and the next moment, a muffled voice came from Merlin's phone:

My friend Merlin, have you found any information about Tinder?

The voice is very recognizable.

It's full of weird, metallic qualities, and most importantly, it's emotionless, like a straight line.

It was the sound of a Cybertronian flying over the mountain.

Seventh District, at the Hoover Dam.

Merlin replied briefly:

Do you know that place?

I can find out.

Fei Guoshan replied:

Bumblebee and I will rush there as quickly as possible. If the fire source is really there, we promise that we will take it out of your world as soon as possible.

Very well, better take the damn Decepticons with you for the disaster of mechanical warfare.

Merlin replied:

Besides, you just want kindling, so don't cause too much trouble, I mean, don't kill too many people, okay?

The Resistance has a limit, Merlin.

fly over the mountain says:

We will not harm lives until necessary.

That's good, keep in touch at any time.

Merlin didn't have too many pleasantries, and he hung up the phone after finishing talking.

He has no intention of meddling in the internal affairs of the Cybertronians. The Earthlings have caused enough trouble by themselves.

Merlin drove the car and turned into another street under the afternoon sun. The departure time given by Fury is very urgent, so while there is still time, he has to go back to the house, pack up his things, and prepare to fly to Central Asia tomorrow afternoon.

But just as Merlin's car turned into Hell's Kitchen and was near the pier, Merlin suddenly found that a group of people were gathering there on the road in front of him.

Next to the crowd, there is a large truck that has overturned.

Merlin's eyesight was excellent, and he saw the red cans on the overturned truck and the skull mark on the cans at a glance.

That means, that's a dangerous chemical.

Merlin opened the car window, and he could still smell the pungent smell in the air. Most importantly, in the center of the crowd, Merlin heard the painful scream of a child.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

He opened the car door and pushed away the onlookers, only to see a boy poured into the green liquid at a glance.

That boy, he knew.

That was Matt Murdoch, the son of Jack Murdoch and Sister Maggie.

Merlin witnessed the separation of the child's parents one night seven years ago, and there were some factors that he participated in.

He knelt down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the liquid off Matt's body. Then he picked him up and rushed to his car.

The child was in pain, struggling in Merlin's arms. That wasn't his intention, it was just because it hurt so much that the child subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but he couldn't.

Merlin could understand the pain, the despair, the helplessness.

So he hugged little Matt, and the kid was covering his wet eyes, crying too much for words.

It must have hurt.

Merlin glanced at the suffering child in the passenger seat, and said:

Kid, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away.

After speaking, Merlin stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the nearest hospital at the fastest speed. On the way, he drew out his wand, and kept using cleansing and healing to try to help little Matt clean his eyes and burned skin, but with little effect.

I don't know what that chemical liquid is. It seems to have some kind of irritating effect, making little Matt scream in pain.

Get out of the way!

It took less than 5 minutes for Merlin to arrive at the hospital while galloping all the way.

Holding the weak and painful Matt, he rushed into the emergency room, and then watched the poor child being pushed into the operating room by the doctor.

A few minutes later, a mad-like man rushed into the emergency room. He was like a raging bull. He was still wearing a boxer's shirt, and there were even bloodstains on his face. It seemed that he had just finished a game, maybe It was the news of the tragedy just now.

He was sweating profusely and yelled at the little girl at the front desk.

Where is my son? God tell me, where is my Matt?

stop fighting!

Behind him, Merlin said coldly:

This is a hospital, shut your mouth.

you again!

Jack, who came back directly from the boxing ring, turned his head and glared at Merlin. Compared with the fire dragon incident a few years ago, the boxer in front of him is more mature, with more scars on his face, and he is no longer as handsome as he was when he was young. In order to make a living, he has not had a good time in the past few years.

However, because the Magic Congress erased the memory of Matt and his son in the fire dragon incident, in Jack's view, this is actually the second meeting between him and Merlin.

In the fire dragon incident, because Merlin saved their father and son, the memory of turning enemies into friends is gone.

So he is very rude to Merlin now.

Every time I meet you, nothing good happens! God, are you the embodiment of bad luck?

Jack's scolding silenced Merlin for a moment.

He looked at Jack, he sighed, and he said:

Stop arguing, I was the one who sent your son to the hospital. I heard from others that he was on the side of the road trying to save an old man who was almost hit by a car, and ended up in danger.

You're not very good, Jack, but your son is a hero, and he did a heroic act today.

To hell with the hero!

Jack obviously didn't appreciate it, he looked at the closed door of the operating room, he said worriedly and painfully:

I just want my son to be safe. I really shouldn't have let him go out on the street alone. It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

The supposedly strong boxer muttered to himself.

He didn't even seem to have the strength to argue with Merlin.

He just sat on the chair outside the operating room, holding his head in his hands, and his spine, which had always been straight, bent down at this moment.

This wild man seemed to be crushed by a heavy fate at this moment.

well

Merlin looked at the scene in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

He stood beside Jack, and he reached out and patted Jack on the shoulder. The latter glanced at him, said nothing, and then lowered his head silently.

Don't worry, your child is fine, he is strong.

Merlin sensed the life activities in the operating room with his dark perception. Little Matt had already fallen into a coma under the effect of anesthesia, but his vital signs were recovering.

The child should be very lucky not to be harmed by those chemical liquids.

Merlin said to Jack:

God favors the brave, and your son may have inherited your courage.

it's all my fault.

Jack scratched his hair and muttered to himself:

I let him read too many superhero cartoons, and I always told him to be a good person, to study hard, to be a decent person in the future, and not to be like me who can only fight black boxing for nothing. I inspired me Son, let him be a man who helps others, but let him suffer bad luck because of it. It's all my fault

What's wrong with that?

Merlin shook his head. He was sitting next to Jack. He had a bad first impression of this, but now the underground boxer who is slowly improving said:

It's better for your son to be a good man than to be a mercenary villain. Little Matt will be fine, trust me.

And how do you know?

Jack looked at the operating room worriedly, and he said to Merlin:

None of us can predict the future. Are you special?

I just know it!

Merlin said softly:

Just treat me as special