After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Only then did Steve realize that he had slipped the tongue.

But the honest soldier analyzed it and found that this was the truth.

I didn't want to change it, so I coughed twice to roughly cover it up.

Steve: "Anytime you need my help, just give me a call."

He realized that when he was there, he really put a lot of pressure on Sasha's mother, so he explained a few words about Sasha's condition, and then bid them a gentle farewell.

Hilda just woke up like a dream and relaxed.

She touched her cub's small face and looked around. On the top of the mask were peach blossom eyes full of spring, and the corners of the eyes were burned red. No matter how you look at it, it is cute and cute, and it looks so natural and innocent. The hero's way of dealing with big men who have attracted worldwide attention.

Hilda was very confused: "The captain is such a good man... No wonder he is a superhero admired by Johnson. I used to think that he would be a very serious officer. I really didn't know that I would have such a gentle and patient personality..."

Sasha hurriedly echoed: "Yes."

In fact, Hilda's idea coincides with Sasha's.

Originally, Captain America and Little Spider are superheroes, and of course they have a stronger desire to protect than ordinary people.If it was not him who fell ill today, but another neighbor kid who had never met Captain America, he felt that Captain America, whose deviation value was 0, would definitely do his best to take care of the patient.

System recognition: [It is also an explanation. 】

...It's just that sometimes, he thinks the way Captain America looks at him...

Sasha held the thermometer in his mouth, and his brain hurt from thinking about it.

After spitting out the thermometer, he found that the fever had indeed subsided, and let the system scan his physical signs. Obviously, he had finally overcome the hurdle of IM.

He ran to the kitchen and asked how the Hilda Institute was doing.

Hilda was obviously in a good mood, and said with a smile: "Recently, there was an anonymous donation, and 10 US dollars was donated at once. A research project that was forced to shut down was reopened, and the students are quite happy."

Sasha: "That's good. He will definitely continue to donate, so don't beg for help anymore, just wait."

Hilda was busy washing the dishes, she wiped her hand on her apron, and stretched out to pinch Sasha's face: "Smart guy, you know again."

Sasha: "That's right, I know everything."

He opened the kitchen door, looked at his mother's warm back for a while, and twisted cheekily: "Mommy~~~~"

Hilda smiled and hugged her soft little coquette: "Oh, finally willing to let me hug you, baby."

Sasha was in good spirits on happy occasions. After sleeping all day, Sasha would sit on the bed at night and play games in high spirits.If his illness is fully cured, he will have to go to school and work again soon, and he will have to be busy again.This is his last relaxation time, of course not a second can be wasted.

Halfway through the game, he inexplicably felt a figure flash past the window.

He looked at the clock, twelve o'clock.

It was dark outside and the streets were silent.

Good guy, the only way to steal into his house is when the eyes grow on the buttocks, Sasha opened the door of the small balcony on the spot: [Sweep! 】

System: [1 meter directly above——]

Before it was too late, Sasha picked up the clothes rail next to it and poked it up!

"Wow!"

There was a small scream, and a man fell from the head, smashing Sasha hard to the floor.

Just as Sasha was about to draw his gun from his backpack, the person on him immediately jumped away and said in a panic, "It's me, it's me! Sasha, it's me!"

Afraid that Sasha would cry out, he pulled the spider mask down without thinking, "Sasha, it's me! I'm Peter!"

Sasha: "..."

Peter: "..."

... Both of them have complicated expressions.

It is not appropriate to say that it was the scene of the horse falling off. After all, Sasha already knew the identity under the mask of Spider-Man, and the black spider of Zhoumu also knew that he knew his identity under the mask.

But the problem is, the milk spider in front of him is just Er Zhou. If Peter has not recovered his memory and recognized himself as Sasha, then to be precise, although Sasha has known the identity under the mask of Spider-Man for a long time, the milk spider is not I didn't know that Sasha knew the identity under the mask of Spider-Man long ago, and I didn't know that in the last timeline, I actually knew that Sasha knew the identity under the mask of Spider-Man long ago.

Based on the above, his reaction at the moment should be——

"Wow!" Sasha went through the procedure blankly, "So you are Spider-Man!"

Peter's expression became more complicated: "..."

Sasha: "You don't sleep most of the night, what are you doing lying outside my window?"

Peter's extreme output: "I heard from Griffin that you were sick. I didn't dare to call you because I was afraid that you were resting, but as I thought about it, I became more and more worried and couldn't sleep at night. I just went to the archives to check your address and come over to see what you are doing now, have you recovered from your injuries..."

The little talker talked faster and faster. While scratching his head, he touched the place where he was poked by the clothes-horse, and let go with a hiss.

Originally, the spider sensor had no effect on Sasha, so no matter whether Sasha stabbed him with a clothes-line pole or shot him directly, he couldn't dodge it.Sasha is still stabbing very hard now...

Sasha looked at the bag on his head: "You...why come in first?"

"It's okay." Peter pursed his lips, "Of course you can hurt me as much as you want, and I will feel... more comfortable."

Sasha: "..."

...What kind of tiger-wolf word is this? !Did you become shaking M after restarting? !

Peter: "I didn't want to wake you up, I just wanted to take a peek outside the window... Are you feeling better? Do you still have a fever?"

Peter took off the spider gloves and wanted to touch the little golden fur's forehead. He held his hand in the air for two or three seconds, seeing that Sasha didn't repel him from doing so, and then put his hand on it carefully.

He opened the small schoolbag hanging on his arm again: "Oh, by the way, I also brought my class notes! Look, this is your econometrics, this is compulsory mathematics, and this is the homework of the writing class..."

Sasha remembered that Peter was a junior, and the courses they took were completely different, and asked, "How do you know what my professor taught?"

The little genius Peter smiled: "I can go to your class and take notes."

They chatted about school on the balcony for a while, and Peter hurriedly pushed him onto the bed, asking him to rest.The little spider is usually full of milk, but the arm strength of 20 tons is not a joke at all. Sasha only felt that he was picked up like a toy, and when he stuffed it into the bed, the quilt was tucked in.

Spider-Man squatted on the balcony railing, and then looked back at Sasha.

Seeing Sasha curled up obediently under the blanket and blinking, he felt relieved.With a skillful flick of the wrist, a spider web bounced tens of meters away.

Happily crossing half of Manhattan, and then swinging back to Imperial University.

Sasha lay on the bed and flipped through his notes.Flipping through the pages, I found a note with a famous quote from Shakespeare copied on it.

"What's the name?

"Even if a rose changes its name,

"The smell is still the same."

"Sasha..." is written in a small way underneath, it seems that what I want to write has not been finished yet.

Sasha flipped through the notes and saw that they were math notes, so Peter probably dropped them by accident.

...was this addressed to him?

Here it comes again, this subtle feeling that makes his brain ache comes again.

A system without literary literacy: [Dog host, what do you mean? 】

Sasha: [You ask me who I will ask.I haven't changed my name, and I'm not a Rosaceae, I'm a Canine. 】

The system graciously: [I'll check it for you. 】

Sasha waited expectantly for it to check.

After searching the Internet for three hours, the system woke up Sasha with confidence: [Dog host, I learned. 】

Sasha woke up from sleep: 【You learned again? 】

System: [You can't just look at superficial images when doing reading comprehension.The 'name' in this sentence does not necessarily mean only the name, and the 'rose' does not necessarily mean only the rose.This sentence comes from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet", the original text is 'O Romeo, why are you Romeo! ...Only your name is my enemy; if you are not Montague, you are still such a you... Romeo, throw away your name!I am willing to give my whole heart to compensate you for your empty name outside of me! 'In summary, the dog system believes that Spider-Man is very likely to hint at some important information to the dog host. 】

Sasha: [What important information? 】

System: [He hinted that he wanted to elope with you. 】

Sasha was pissed off: [What the hell did you check for me for an hour, and you checked the ass and came back to you! 】

The system was horrified: [You said that you would never disgrace the authority again in your life! 】

A fart hair made the glass heart system go on strike quickly.

Sasha coaxed it back and forth but couldn't see it online, so he gritted his teeth angrily.

Sasha:【What if the mole has a new job for me during this time?All of you are cutting off my money! 】

The system's tone is cold and ice-cold: [The dog host's vital signs are 89%, and the condition is still recovering. Any violent battles are not recommended. 】

Sasha: [...Hmph. 】

System: [Hmph! ! ! 】

Sasha: […]

During his recuperation period, he scouted around his home and saw an abandoned boiler room. He put a [Space Expansion] card in it to expand a different-dimensional space.

Seeing that the mercenaries had a lot of safe houses, he wanted to build one for himself, so that in case of injury or illness in the future, he could come here alone and not worry the Atwells.

When Sasha reappeared in Gotham's Margarita's Bar with a mosaic head on his head.

The Mole was still behind the bar wiping glasses.

Seeing Sasha approaching, the conditioned reflex shrinks his head:

"Sorry sorry I really didn't know they were Hydra sorry!"

You can tell at a glance that you have been beaten by mercenaries.

Sasha waved his hand: "It's all over. I haven't seen the boss looking for me for a while, what about others?"

Mole said: "I haven't seen him for a while. There are rumors that he had another fight with the X-Men not long ago or something, but I don't know what happened afterwards. I asked An acquaintance in Bingjiao Prison, it seems that he was not sent to prison this time either."

The mole saw that he was so poor that he picked up jio, so he gave him a coordinate, which was the location where the mercenary last talked to him.

Bee Waiter is a very popular figure in the industry. Every time he makes a job, Mole can take a lot of referral fees from the sponsor.If he disappeared, the Mole would have to go without food.

Mole: "Well, if you can find out what Dead Bee is doing now and when you can come back, I can pay you a certain amount of information fees. The specific amount—"

They stared at each other for three seconds across the bar.

At the same time, he started to roll up his sleeves.

Sasha: "200."

Mole: "110."

Sasha: "250."

Mole: "120."

Sasha: "300."

The mole went crazy: "Is that how you negotiate the price?! Didn't the two of us get in the middle?!"

Sasha: "400."

Mole: "$200! Not a dime more!"

Sasha: "It's a deal. It's going to take a lot of effort. It's okay to set $200 at the beginning."

Mole: "..."

Sasha waited for 20 minutes for the skill to cool down, then activated [Fixed Teleportation] again, and came to the coordinates given to him by the mole.

The coordinates where the mercenaries stayed last looked a bit like a large garden in a school.

Surrounded by lawns and trees, there are children's laughter far away.

He rolled to hide behind a tree, with a sniper on his back, and poked his head out vigilantly from behind the tree.

Nothing.

There is no hail of bullets, screams of mercenaries, all kinds of mutants and mutant monsters in the past, the surroundings are peaceful, and there are chirping birds overhead.

Sasha confirmed the location of the tired bird - it was dozing in the backpack - and then confirmed that it was a real bird call.

There was a "bang" of blue smoke around me!

A blue-skinned man hugged him suddenly, and there was another "bang", turning into smoke together with him.

Sasha: "Wow—"

When Sasha yelled and sniped him on the head with a sniper, and felt his toes hit the ground again.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the scene in front of him had changed.

He was in a school-like auditorium.

Dozens of people, either sitting or standing, lined up in front of them.

In the middle is a young man with a pair of light blue pupils and a very gentle expression, sitting in his iconic wheelchair.

And behind him stood a man with handsome eyebrows and dark eyes.

Although he was not wearing a helmet, Sasha still guessed his identity by virtue of his position.

—Professor X and Magneto.

The most powerful telepath on earth, and a super mutant who can manipulate any form of magnetic field at will and whose upper limit is unknown.

Among the numerous mutant forces in the superhero world, these two are well-known leaders.

In the cruel and dark Zhoumu world line, after experiencing the great event of the axis of good and evil, these two people are already dead or missing;

So at the time, Sasha could only see them from deviant events and memories, never had the chance to meet them in person.

...Wait, weren't these two leaders rivals when they were young? ? ?

Sasha opened his mouth wide and stopped knocking on the blue man's head.

The blue-skinned mutant with a small tail hugged his head and ran to the back of the wheelchair aggrievedly.

"You've come to see Webb Webson, haven't you?"

Professor X smiled slightly.

"Hi, welcome to the Xavier School for Geniuses. That is Kurt who has the teleportation ability. He should explain the situation to you before activating the ability. I am sorry for scaring you."

And at the stairs not far away, the Colossus, whose skin is made of metal, just dragged mercenaries like dead fish over.

The mercenary was tied into a chrysalis by the iron bars like ribbons. He didn't know whether he was knocked out or something. His head was pounding on the stairs, and he was dragged upside down like this.

Even though there are a lot of high-level mutants around, and there are two top bosses poking in the middle, Sasha is still in a hurry:

"Wait, what is this for??? I know he is annoying sometimes, but his character is not bad, right? And he admires you all. Especially bad things—"

Professor X lowered his head and scratched the corners of his brows, his expression seemed a bit unspeakable.

On the contrary, Magneto, who was standing on the side, suddenly smiled.

It's okay if he doesn't smile.

When he laughed, he showed a row of sharp shark teeth.

The surrounding members of the X-Men in yellow and black uniforms all suddenly became a head shorter.

...Apparently even in the X-Men camp, Magneto is usually not very tempered.

Magneto said slowly: "It seems that you are his friend."

Professor X helplessly: "Eric..."

Magneto: "Really?"

... Sasha always felt that the atmosphere seemed not quite right.

This is another place of mutants that he is completely unfamiliar with. The little golden retriever stretched his head back and forth, but still tremblingly supported the boss: "Yes."

Kuaiyin sprinted behind Sasha, touched the mosaic at a speed that ordinary people could not see, and reminded him:

"Beep stole his helmet to play!"

Sasha was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "It's...it's okay..."

The mercenary owes a lot, and when he owes the most, that guy has slaughtered the Marvel universe. In comparison, stealing a helmet is not very serious...

Sure enough, the more times he owes his hand, the moral requirements others will have on him will be lowered.

Sasha whispered to Kuaiyin: "After stealing it, did he pay it back?"

Kuaiyin: "Repay it early the next morning."

Sasha: "You are still like this after paying it back! Well, although stealing is wrong..."

Kuaiyin gestured: "The point is not to steal, but to play. Do you understand? That is, 'play'."

Sasha racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to use the helmet.

He was thinking about the helmet, and suddenly remembered that when he rescued his boss from the red tank, his boss yelled a few times——

"Brother not only wants you to die, but also beats you into that sexy helmet..."

Sasha: "..."

He looked at Professor X, who was still scratching the corners of his eyebrows, as if he was going to bald them.

Kuaiyin looked at the violently trembling mosaic and knew that he had arrived: "Yes. So it's just... to play."

Sasha: "He...he put it on? I mean, when the helmet was returned the next day, Magneto he..."

Quicksilver: "Yes, he wears it."

Sasha: "......"

Magneto folded his arms, letting the two youngsters whisper in front of him.

After whispering, he asked coldly:

"I'll ask again. Are you his friend?"

Sasha wanted to use the teleportation card on the spot, and then remembered that whether it was teleportation or telepathy, the ancestors of these external abilities had all gathered in this auditorium...

So I blurted out that I was disturbed, but I just went to the wrong door. Actually, I didn't know him; but when I looked up, I saw the unconscious mercenary had been dragged to the second floor, the hood was dusty, and the two knives were gone. I don't know where it flew to.

Sasha gritted his teeth: "...Yes, I am his friend."

Magneto sneered, put one hand in his pocket and raised the other.

Sasha knew the pill when he raised his hand.

Sure enough, one second he was standing upright, and the next second he started to take off.

Sasha thumped in the air: "Googoogoogoo—"

Professor X frowned: "Eric, no!"

He touched his temples and began to brainstorm, so Magneto's expression moved slightly, and Sasha, who had just touched the ceiling on the third floor, fell down again.

Sasha: "Quack ah ah ah—"

Professor X quickly withdrew his ability, Magneto gritted his teeth and shook his head, raised his hand and made a fist.

Sasha started flying towards the ceiling again: "Cuckoo, cluck——"

Professor X was really angry, and his tone suddenly became cold: "I said——no, Eric."

He activated his ability again, Magneto swayed, and Sasha fell down again.

Sasha: "Quack ah ah ah—"

Quicksilver jumped up: "Leave it to me, professor! Leave it to me!"

He quickly adjusted his position several times, and easily caught the fallen little golden retriever.

Sasha's mosaic head was sweating profusely.Good guy, the first time I came to Xavier Gifted School, I tried a jumping machine for free.

Looking at the opposite side, Magneto still had no expression on his face, but he didn't continue to use his abilities to punish him.

Professor X continued with a cold face: "Sit down and calm down for a while, please?"

Magneto pulled out a chair and sat far away.

Sasha: "..."

Actually... quite obedient?

From Professor X, Sasha learned that the X-Men didn't want to do anything to his boss, and didn't even imprison him. It was the mercenaries who were happy to play in the Xavier School for Geniuses.

In the past, mercenaries always liked to play the name of X-Men when they did things, but Magneto refused to let him join.But Professor X felt that if Beep really had the will, it would be fine to recruit him into the X-Men, but of course he would have to go through academy training and an internship period—the X-Men are responsible for governing all mutants, communication mutants, and humans. , The important task of solving major threats to the earth is far from the style of mercenaries.

Although Professor X is smiling, he always looks tired:

"You have to try everything before you know if you can make it work...Although it seems difficult, it is."

Sasha scratched her head.In fact, the mercenaries didn't contact them during this period, obviously a little reluctant to leave.

Since his boss is happy, let him do it.

Before leaving, Professor X chatted with him for a while, mainly because he was curious about whether his mosaic head was related to the mutant gene.

Sasha: "No no no, it's magic."

Since his rebirth, the number of superheroes appearing in his life has inexplicably snowballed more and more. He doesn't want to have anything to do with the mutant forces anymore.

Professor X: "When Wei Bee wakes up, I will tell him that you have been here."

Sasha hurriedly said: "No need, I'm just running errands to earn intelligence fees."

Professor X looked at him with a smile: "After all, you are his friend. It is something to be happy when a good friend comes to visit."

He looked at Sasha's mosaic head, his brows and eyes suddenly froze.

He grasped the handle of the wheelchair, leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "You are—"

Sasha: "...huh?"

Professor X regained his composure and sat up straight again: "It's okay, it's nothing."

He chuckled softly: "Nice to meet you."

Sasha wandered around in Westchester for a long time, and when the [Teleport] finished cooling down, he teleported back to the bar, and sighed and drank with the mole who had lost his offline.

He has the problem of not killing people, stealing money, or causing damage. No matter how beautiful his work is, no one in the industry is willing to spoil him except mercenaries.

It is obvious that the big job of the Siberia base will not be accepted in the future.He had no choice but to rely on the casual work of passers-by, and spent another week at school for Jio.

The Mole called him over suddenly excitedly.

Sasha rushed to find him: "What, you got me a new financial backer?! Let me explain first, don't kill people, don't steal money, don't engage in—"

Mole: "It will definitely work this time, you look back."

With a happy twist of her butt, Sasha turned the bar stool around.

In the corner of the dimly lit bar, a familiar face in a suit was smiling at him and toasting.

Sasha choked.

He looked back at the Mole in disbelief.

Mole waited for his praise with a shy face.

Sasha: "...you led us to Hydra in a daze last time, don't tell me you still haven't checked which unit he belongs to this time?"

Mole retracted his head again: "Of course I checked. But you... oh, don't hit me. I've thought about it for you. You see, you are not really suitable for the mercenary business, but you have strength , don’t waste too much, isn’t it quite suitable for them? Hey, don’t splash it... think about it calmly, don’t you?”

Before Sasha could answer, Phil Coulson, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., was already holding a wine glass, and Shi Shiran sat down beside Sasha.

"Hi."

Coulson had a large mosaic in front of him. Although it was really hurtful to look at it from a close distance, the well-trained agent still smiled unmovingly, "Meet you for the first time?"

Sasha: "..."

He took out the [Voice-changing Bowknot] from his backpack and hung it up, and replied: "...Yes."

Coulson looked at the little bow under his head, and invited, "Maybe we can go to the booth over there to talk?"

Seeing Sasha reluctantly jump off the high stool, the agent took out the envelope containing the referral fee from his suit, put it on the bar and pushed it to Mole.

The Mole happily put it in his pocket and ran away.

Coulson: "You're the one who sent me the distress signal in Siberia, right?"

Sasha has a good impression of Coulson. He is the person sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. He couldn't be too indifferent, so he had to say:

"If you need my help with anything, just ask."

Coulson smiled: "As far as I am concerned, I don't need your help yet. This time I just want to chat with you-I really hope that you can reach a long-term and stable cooperative relationship with us."

Sasha: "You mean me to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Coulson: "Literally, yes."

Sasha shakes the mosaic out of an afterimage.

Coulson asked curiously, "Why?"

Sasha: "Why are you looking for me?"

He also wanted to ask if you recruit people so casually. You catch someone in the bar and take them away. No wonder you were exposed as a snake shield before the restart... But facing Coulson, he still held back and silently took the other party's wine glass. full.

Coulson: "I thought this was the obvious thing. You're the one who stumbled into the Hydra base by mistake. When there were only two people on your side, the first choice was still to rescue the hostages. Why can't I come here on purpose? Looking for you?"

Sasha waited and found that the other party really didn't have anything to say, so he couldn't help but doubted his ears: "Just... just because of this?"

Coulson: "That's why."

Sasha: "Just... don't you want to check my background, my ability, my character and so on?"

Coulson said firmly: "If you are willing to join us, of course these things can be figured out naturally."

Sasha still shook her head.

Coulson was sensible and emotional: "Can you give me a reason? As far as I know, you don't belong to any organization now, and you haven't signed a long-term contract with anyone. You are completely free." .I also heard about your principles from Mole. Of course you have the right to choose to continue to be active in the gray area, but I believe that only organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. will not waste your abilities and will not let you down Quality — the quality that comes out when you choose to pick up those kids, whether you like it or not."

Sasha paused and asked, "How are the children doing now?"

Colson: "198 children have been sent back to their original families, and 47 are in public welfare institutions in Russia. They are all receiving post-traumatic treatment. So far, about 32 children have returned to normal life, and 2 children have been sent to public welfare institutions. The adoption went smoothly—the ratio is already quite large, after all, it was indeed a terrible experience."

Sasha nodded and said, "No, I won't join."

Coulson was still very calm: "Can you give me a reason why you chose to refuse? Because sometimes when people communicate face to face, many misunderstandings caused by social stereotypes can be solved."

Sasha: "I don't want to join a government organization."

Coulson: "In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been an NGO (Non-Governmental Organization) since 2017. It is funded by major foundations and consortia around the world, among which Wayne Group, Stark Industry and Luthor Group are the leaders. We have equal cooperation agreements with various countries, and on the premise of never violating national sovereignty, we use cutting-edge technology to protect all human beings from aliens, mysterious events, and transnational criminal organizations. This is about That's how Agent Carter and Howard Stark started it, because it was originally called the Strategic Science Corps, which didn't have much to do with Homeland Security."

Sasha added: "I don't want to clock in every day."

Coulson: "More than 80% of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are field agents, and the remaining 20% ​​are responsible for document processing and scientific research. It is basically difficult to have a chance to clock in."

Sasha: "I like to work alone, it's the most free."

Coulson: "Each agent or his team is independent of each other and has a high degree of freedom of action. Except for the liaison, the immediate superior, or the SO (Special Inspector General), no other agent will know and interfere with this group. On-going missions. You can even keep your identity hidden all the time and just answer when your contacts call. I believe this kind of cooperation model is similar to the way you, the mole, and your employer cooperate."

Sasha: "I can't take on long-term assignments."

Coulson: "The long-term missions you mentioned usually belong to special agents whose duties are investigation, observation and aftermath. Given your ability, I think you are very suitable to be a short-term and efficient assault operator-by the way, the combat team has Senior agents such as Hawkeye, Black Widow, and Captain America are representatives."

Sasha: "I don't want to get too close to a superhero or something."

Coulson didn't even blink, and immediately changed his words: "I just mentioned Hawkeye and the others just as an example. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. The possibility of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. working with members of the Avengers is slim. If you don't like working with superheroes, joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is the most appropriate choice. It's not like the Justice League, Avengers, A superhero organization like the X-Men or Titans is more like a protective organization formed spontaneously by humans."

Sasha glared at him through the mosaic.

You've told me all the nonsense, so what else can I say?

He pouted: "I won't go."

Even through the voice-changing bow, Coulson could hear the stubborn youthful spirit in the tone of this sentence.

He subconsciously reached out and covered the other party's wine glass: "Wait a minute, are you 21 years old?"

Sasha immediately found a loophole, and spoke vigorously: "Look, this is why I don't want to join S.H.I.E.L.D. My boss won't let me drink!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a one-eyed black man with a bald head emerging from the dark corner next to Coulson, as if cutting out a painting.

Sasha had never noticed that there was a person sitting here, and was taken aback.

After taking a closer look, I realized that it was Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This old fox actually sat next to Coulson, watching Sasha without saying a word from beginning to end.The complexion blended perfectly with the background, and Sasha didn't see him at all.

Sasha shocked: "You are... Nick Fury!"

"Okay," Fury said, "you obviously know more than we think. Then I'll just say a word and go."

Sasha: "What?"

Fury: "Coulson's salary is high."

Sasha tactically fell back.

Sasha: "How tall is...?"

Fury: "I brought his pay stub, you can take a look at it."

Coulson: "...I think, I think the payroll is my personal privacy. The finance department in the bureau has also repeatedly emphasized..."

It was the first time Sasha came into contact with the salary slip of a senior agent, and eagerly took it to see the annual salary.

A string of zeros made him dizzy.

Sasha stammered: "This is... tax... after tax...?"

Fury took a sip of wine: "Basic salary after tax, subsidies and bonuses have not been included. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are all people who work hard for the earth, and of course they should enjoy reciprocal treatment. Buy the highest level of life insurance for all agents outside , disability insurance, lawsuit damages insurance, medical and dental insurance, retirement insurance, and by the way, full reimbursement of your school loans—if you plan to have a child who will go to college. Of course, you can claim your own."

Sasha: "Full...full reimbursement?"

Fury: "Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. has recruited many agents who want to hide their identities like you. It doesn't matter, you can choose to convert insurance and loan benefits into wages."

Sasha lowered his head to count the string of zeros again: "I should...I definitely can't take Coulson so much..."

Fury leaned forward, staring at the mosaic with one eye, and tried to persuade:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is a pyramid hierarchy. Of course, the salary level of a level 1 agent is different from that of a level 8 agent. But no one can be a level 1 agent for a lifetime, can they? Especially someone like you who is capable enough to build meritorious service Isn’t it easy to upgrade the level? And it’s better than stability, unlike the hourly wage system, maybe the last order is 10 US dollars, but where is the next order? There will always be a shortage of manpower in the bureau, and there will always be endless work Tasks, as long as you become an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you will receive fixed income every month."

Sasha never took his eyes off the string of zeros: "But...my boss may need me sometimes..."

Fury: "Outside of working hours, we will give agents a high degree of freedom, and the regulations have never said that they can't take private jobs. You can still do missions with that guy, as long as you can arrange your working hours. It's equivalent to being introduced A new employer, and he happens to be called S.H.I.E.L.D. Why is Phil making things so complicated?"

Coulson raised his forehead: "...No, I remember that the operating regulations say that agents are not allowed to take private jobs."

Fury: "I'm the director, and I can do it if I say so."

Colson: "..."

Looking at the number of people in front of him counting the zeros on the payroll, Mosaic's head was shaking. Fury seized the timing, stood up quickly, and adjusted his windbreaker.

Fury; "Think about it. If you are interested in cooperation, tell the mole. I will arrange the next step."

Before leaving, I didn't forget to come back with a braised egg head and remind Sasha:

"Don't think about protecting the earth. It's too high-sounding. It doesn't matter. Just think about money."

Coulson said dryly again: "I think it is very important for a bureau chief to emphasize that his job is to protect the earth."

Fury ignored him, rubbing his fingers again, emphasizing: "Think about money."

Sasha's eyes froze: