Marvel turns into Iron Man

Not many people know about Agent Phil Coulson's resurrection.

At least, only Nick Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. knows.

Sad news of the death of good old Phil Coulson.

But it also greatly inspired the fighting spirit of the SHIELD agents.

They fought valiantly against the Ciritas.

Probably there is also the meaning of paying homage to him in it.

"Sorry, I'm used to it."

Agent Black shook his head and turned around.

He looked genuinely full of nostalgia for his friend.

"I understand, about Agent Coulson."

"We all miss him."

Agent Sitwell quietly took a sip of the coffee in his hand and said.

Coulson is not very good at saying no to people.

In the past, it was Coulson who was responsible for the troublesome things of running field trips.

Not since Phil Coulson was gone.

Even Agent Sitwell from the Administration Department was pulled over.

Without him, Agent Sitwell is at the same level as Coulson.

Coulson's follow-up successor has not yet been arranged.

Therefore, he can only bite the bullet and do these things.

"These are orders assigned to you by Headquarters, Agent Sitwell."

"Bring back the weapons and eliminate the threat posed by those two."

Detective Black said, and handed a black folder to Sitwell.

".......it is good."

Agent Sitwell took the debriefing.

He put the coffee cup in his hand aside and went out.

Leave from Intelligence Management.

Sitwell originally planned to go directly to the maintenance room to get things and leave.

However, he was stopped by the buzzing of his mobile phone.

"Rumlo?"

Sitwell looked at the name on the phone in a daze.

"Sitwell, I need help with a mission."

Lang Mulow said very straightforwardly.

However, his heart was uneasy.

The two are not just acquaintances, but partners who often work together.

Sitwell's office is the New York branch.

And Rumlow's quick response force is also a team belonging to the New York branch.

"It's okay to help, but you have to come and do me a favor first."

With the friendship between the two.

Helping each other out on missions is nothing.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. has never banned collaboration between agents.

"...OK, where are you going?"

Lang Mulow thought about it in his heart.

It was decided to help Agent Sitwell complete his affairs first.

After all—to be able to do that later.

The more free air you can breathe.

As for Secretary Pierce's affairs...

I said I was being held back, so he wouldn't come directly to kill me.

"South Florida, the specific address will be sent to your mailbox soon."

While speaking, Sitwell had arrived in the maintenance room located on the ground floor of the New York branch.

He looked at the weapons in the room and struggled for a long time.

From inside took out a pistol and a small combat dagger.

As an administrative staff, basically you will not go out on field missions.

But this time, he was on a mission as Coulson's temporary replacement.

Therefore, this office worker has to go out to exercise his body.

He graduated from SHIELD Academy, and his results in combat courses are not weak.

Especially, before he entered S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.

He was a graduate of the same period as Brock Rumlow at Hydra Academy.

Nineteen hours later, southeastern Florida.

A black Chevrolet Subaban crossed the road and pulled into the motel parking lot.

The doors on both sides of the Chevrolet cockpit were opened simultaneously.

Lang Muluo, dressed in a black casual jacket, stepped down from the driver's seat.

He still had a piece of gum in his mouth.

Driving from a nearby base of operations is boring.

That's why he bought chewing gum to pass the time.

On the co-pilot, Sitwell in a suit also opened the door and got out.

Although Lang Muluo said that he shouldn't still be dressed in formal clothes when he was on a mission.

But Sitwell didn't listen to him.

"So... did I just call in, or what?"

The person in charge of the mission is Sitwell.

So Lang Mulow still asked for his opinion.

"Let me move around too, my lumbar disc protrudes when I sit in the office."

Agent Sitwell moved his neck stiff from sitting for a long time and said.

The two went to the front desk of the hotel together and opened a room.

At the same time, in room 210 on the second floor of the hotel.

The couple was about to do something intimate.

"Honestly, this weapon almost gave me carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand."

The man was a little helpless and wiped his arm with the water droplets on it with a white towel.

He just came out of the bathroom.

The woman was lying on the bed, with a large pile of dollar bills beside her.

She just looked at him with a smile on her face.

"what happened, Babe?"

asked the man, shrugging his shoulders.

"My dear, you are truly a genius."

The woman sat up from the bed and walked towards him slowly.

Genius is a title given to smart people.

This man is one of the wise ones.

Maybe he's not the brightest.

But at least he was lucky.

He returns home early enough, but luckily picks up an alien weapon along the way.

Although this weapon belonging to the Kirita has been broken.

However, he replaced it with a few makeshift parts.

And after a careless knock.

The weapon miraculously returned to function.

"Honey, now we don't have to worry about it for the rest of our lives."

The woman wrapped her arms around the man's neck, leaned down and kissed him.

And the man is also full of lust.

He picked up the woman and put her on the bed.

Just when the two were about to go further.

There was deafening music from the other side of the wall.

"What are you doing?"

The woman complained.

"...I'll go talk to them."

The man dropped the food from his mouth.

Just like that, he walked to the door of the next room and knocked on the door.

"Hello, is there anyone?"

The man knocked on the door politely.

However, in return, Agent Sitwell caught him off guard.

Grabbing the man's arm, Sitwell dragged him into the house.

A vicious over-the-shoulder throw knocked the poor fellow down to the floor of the room.

There is loud music as cover.

Even the flimsy walls of the motel couldn't let the sounds of the fighting get through.

"You are really ruthless."

On the armchair on the other side of the room, Lang Muluo looked at his former classmate with a sneer.

Years in the office don't seem to have dampened the old friend's hand.

Agent Sitwell pressed against the man's back.

Pull out a white plastic bayonet strap for tying merchandise.

In this way, the man's hands were directly tied behind his back.

Men naturally won't just give up resistance like this.

However, his roar could not cover the sound of the stereo.

"Benjamin, please stop barking."

Agent Sitwell pulled him up from the ground.

He locked the man in his arms with all his might.

However, this guy named Benjamin didn't know where the great strength came from.

He actually broke free from Agent Sitwell's tight lock.

Benjamin kicked the stereo aside with his leg.

"Claire, there are police!"

The stereo has broken.

Benjamin's voice was transmitted to the next room.

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