[US Team 2] Hey Yo~ Hey Claw!

touching another woman's ass) loudly showing off how he threatened a few people who wouldn't vote for him, a victory that should have been his at the end of the day.

Under the reporter's flashing lights and his opponent's livid face, Pierce took the unheated chair and expressed his admiration for his opponent (although the opponent was imprisoned for improper election), and said It's not his fault (thanks to Mr. Lucky SS), knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing the heart!

Chakri looked at the happy lines on the boss's face every day, and deeply wondered if there was any way for S.H.I.E.L.D. to play Hey Claw?

This kind of doubt is especially strong when Nick Fury goes upstairs to drink coffee with Boss Pi and chat about right and wrong.

Pierce and Fury are very old friends. Pierce relied on his political skills to help Fury settle a lot of harassment from the ZF. Fury also appreciates Pierce's affection. Any suggestion or need some kind of assistance, Fury will agree in many cases.

"Is this what Pierce asked you to bring?"

Fury's remaining eye scanned the agent resting at his desk up and down.

"Yes, Secretary-General Pierce thinks it's best for you to have a look at this report first."

The agent—that is, Chucky—repeats exactly what Pierce said when he handed him the report.

"Is it necessary to file and register citizens with special abilities to facilitate unified management?"

"That's right, Secretary-General Pierce thinks this will help..."

"It helps S.H.I.E.L.D. to develop talent, and I know what he's going to say."

Fury cut off Chuckley's words, put his elbows on the table with both hands, clasped his fingers while leaning forward slightly, the light that burst out from the eye that was not covered by the blindfold made Chuckley's breathing stagnate .

"I know Pierce, so, Agent, I thought you could just tell me how many are 'on the books'?"

Obviously it should be a question, but when it was spit out from Nick Fury's mouth, the last question mark became a decoration directly.

Chakri rolled his eyes disrespectfully in his heart, "Why don't you go to your old friend and ask how many Hydras are registered?" Of course, it is impossible to say such a thing.

"Six people, sir." This is what Chakri said on the scene.

"6 people? Uh huh."

Fury softly let out a few nasal sounds that he didn't know whether it was joy or anger, and pulled back the USB flash drive with a "snap", and the report on the virtual screen disappeared immediately.

"Thank you for your report, you can disband on the spot, Agent."

Fury didn't seem to want to continue gossiping with Chucky, he walked straight to the door with a USB flash drive from Pierce in his pocket, and Chucky guessed that he was going to go upstairs to find a friend for an in-depth conversation .When he thought his role was over and he could go home to wash and sleep, Fury suddenly stopped at the elevator door, blocked the door and signaled Chucky to ride with him, seemingly inadvertently as the elevator slowly ascended asks:

"You seem to be recovering well, Daemon. Not everyone can survive an alien bomb."

Chuckley said that he was not quite sure whether he was more frightened or more honorable. After all, he never thought that an agent like him could be remembered by the director. He was never the director of Coulson, Black Widow or Hawkeye. People in the small circle of confidants.

"Uh...yeah. I've heard the doctor say a couple of times that I'm going to have an infection, but I guess I got lucky."

"Yeah." Fury nodded, and didn't say anything more about Chuckley's answer, "I thought you'd rest a little longer. I've seen your medical report and the situation at the scene."

"Haha, I think I'm going to turn into a puddle of mud if I continue to recuperate, no offense, Director, Tahiti is very good, I like cocktails with small umbrellas, and the employee benefits of S.H.I.E.L.D. are really great! "

"Tahiti. Huh."

There was no emotion on Fury's face, and Chucky couldn't tell whether the director was yearning for this resort but had no chance to go there or some other reason. He wanted to say something to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere in this small box, When the words came to his lips, there was only one sentence left: "It's a magical place (It's a magical place)."

The conversation came to an abrupt end. Fury left the elevator on the Security Council floor, and Chuckli, who had to go to other floors, stood alone in the elevator room, tilting his head suspiciously.

Did he just want to say this?Tahiti... he should say something... say something... well, it's an amazing place.

Chakri shook his head, shaking the sun and white sand out of his head, swiped his card to enter the hall, and joined the agents who came and went without knowing which side they belonged to.

***

Although dissatisfied with Pierce's preemptive actions, Fury finally accepted Pierce's superpower control plan, but he firmly rejected Pierce's idea of ​​gathering all those people together for training as a future reserve force.

Chucky believes that the reason why Fury will be so easy to talk this time must have something to do with the magic hammer in New Mexico.

This time he had the opportunity to follow the team of Agent Coulson to investigate the hammer that fell from the sky. Chucky wondered if Pierce had done something wrong, otherwise his files in HR should already belong to the Security Council The mission is only for the convenience of calculating the salary, so the SHIELD is still used in name.

But Pierce didn't seem to express at all, and even showed a little surprise when he handed over the tolerance slip to ask Chief Pierce to use his seal.

"It's really weird." Chakri was circling boredly in the temporary base built around the hammer, and the thought in his mind blurted out without paying attention.

"Excuse me?" Coulson, who was listening to the technician explain the jump readings on the screen, turned his head and looked at him in confusion, "What did you say? I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly just now.".

"It's nothing, I'm talking to myself, hehe." Chuckley scratched the back of his head awkwardly, trying to find something to do for himself quickly, but all he could see was a bunch of computers jumping around to see if he could Well-understood waveforms and technicians who speak birdsong.

Coulson followed Chuckley's eyes for a while, nodded knowingly, whispered something to the analyst who was talking to him just now, and then walked away with an embarrassed look on Chuckley's shoulder.

"Actually, I don't quite understand what they are saying." Coulson suddenly said this on the way.

Chucky blinked, a little skeptical that this was comforting.

"I think it's the reason why our combat department is always at odds with the people in the scientific research department." If you don't understand, you don't understand. This does not prevent him from having friendly exchanges with Coulson.

In fact, he was quite grateful to God for giving him such an opportunity to increase his favorability. At least in the future, when he returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Well... when they are willing to speak English well, we can actually be friends."

Coulson smiled, and continued to move towards the parking lot without stopping.

Almost when the two of them stepped into the last tent, Chakri subconsciously pulled Coulson back, drew his gun and pointed at the bracket above the tent exit.

"Whoa, take it easy, dude!"

There was a human voice coming from the stand that Chakri was aiming at. After a closer look, I found that there was really a man in black on top. Although the other party said to ask Chakri to calm down, the compound bow in his hand was fully drawn, ready to shoot at any time. Shoot the arrow.

"Barton...agent?"

In this era of alien technology flying all over the sky, people who still use bows and arrows as weapons, the first thing Chakri thought of was the Aegis agent known as "Eagle Eye", but before confirming the identity of the other party, he still didn't intend to Easily disarmed.

"Yep! It's me~" The man holding the bow and arrow also had the same idea as Chakri, which can be seen from his friendly tone but never moving the bow and arrow a single bit.

It was Coulson who came out from behind Chakri to break the deadlock.

He smiled apologetically at Chakri, and explained: "Agent Patton...he prefers to be in a high place. I know it will feel a little hairy at first, but you just get used to it."

Hairy?Well, you are the boss, you have the final say.

Chuckri raised his eyebrows, he was noncommittal to Coulson's description, but he still put away his weapon in a good manner, and was satisfied to see Hawkeye on the opposite side make the same movement, turning over neatly and jumping off the bracket, walking away Reach out to him.

"Clinton Barton, just call me Clint, or Hawkeye, I don't mind."

Chakri shook that hand back, the tentacle felt the location of the cocoon, and the way of shaking the hand all turned into information flowing into his brain to help him analyze the man in front of him, of course he also felt that the other party was using the same method" Know yourself.

"Zachary Diamond, you can call me Chuck, I have long known my name, the legendary Hawkeye."

Kelinte looked at this newly-acquainted field agent with a pleasant smile. For some reason, he always felt a voice from the bottom of his heart telling him to run away quickly. He seemed to be a very normal S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?

☆, 04

Nick Fury, who was far away at the headquarters of the Tricurve Wing, silently looked at the various document reports sent by his subordinates. These documents came from all over the world, hiding the "sandbox" base where Aegis has searched for various dangerous items, or detaining various The "refrigerator" prison for the most vicious criminals... Some bases are public, and many are unknown. They will only be opened to a very small number of people he trusts when the SHIELD is in danger of survival.

He was reading a report from "GuestHouse", the base was not on the surface of Aegis, but the military, but that was only on the surface.

No matter what is written in the report, it is definitely not a good thing, and everything can be explained from Fury's expression.

"Number: GH325 formula 01th experiment - the first week after surgery, the subject recovered well, the rate of cell proliferation increased as shown in Figure A-[-], there was no obvious rejection, and the immune system was functioning well."

On the report were three photographs of a man and a woman side by side, each stating their rank of agent, the mission that resulted in their injury, and their preoperative disability.

As long as you look at the report of any one of them alone, the photos and medical evaluation on it are all euphemistic "go home to prepare for the funeral" and "let's inform the family while there is still time". No hospital thinks that they are alive. down.But S.H.I.E.L.D.—or, to be precise, GH-325—kept them alive.

"No.: The 325th experiment of GH[-] formula - the second week after the operation, the subject recovered well and entered the recovery observation period. There were no abnormalities in daily diet and activities, and the mental state was healthy. The subject's daily schedule and rehabilitation The process is shown in the video at the end of the report."

The agents in the film can already leave the hospital bed, move freely in the room, and perform basic muscle training. Simple activities such as push-ups and sit-ups are no problem for them.No one dared to equate them with the dying appearance a week ago, and GH-325 did have a miraculous effect.

"No.: The 325th experiment of GH06 formula - the third week after the operation, the subject's mood began to fluctuate greatly, and there were abnormal behaviors: depicting geometric lines, as shown in Figure A-325. If you don’t understand the meaning of the graphics, it may cause side effects for the GH-[-] formula, and further observation is needed.”

One by one photos, some are carved on the wall, some are carved on the table, the people who use the potion seem to have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder overnight, making them keep drawing these totems that they don't understand, If the medical staff took away their drawing tools, they would use their hands—cut off the nails of the entire hand, and continue to draw with blood.

Fury looked at the subjects calmly, frowning not because of sympathy, but because of frustration and anxiety.

They have made a major breakthrough and found that GH-325 has excellent therapeutic effects, but they still can't get rid of this inexplicable side effect. All tests show that these people are very normal, whether it is physical or psychological—yes, they They are not crazy, their intelligence is also at a normal level, and they can have a logical and clear dialogue with everyone, but each of them is crazy about "tell me what this picture means! I must know!".

In the end, there is no better way than brainwashing these poor guys, making them forget about treatment, how they were injured, and S.H.I.E.L.D.

But what's the use!They are SHIELD!What he needs are agents who can go out to work, propose strategies, and execute missions!S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a charity hospital that does good deeds without leaving names. Every time a person is cured like this, he is released to the people. How many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. can be "released" like this?

"Open the file, Agent Chucky Damon's medical report."

According to the director's instructions, the computer projected another medical report, which was juxtaposed with the reports of several groups of people next to it.

The tragedy at the beginning was similar. Chuckli's condition looked a little better, at least he looked decent, but he didn't know at the time that if he didn't receive GH drug treatment within 10 hours, he would end up in the end. Like his chief Richard, Fury glanced at a photo of a person who died so horribly that he couldn't see what he looked like before he was born.

"So many people." Fury stared at the smiling young agent in the photo, as if he wanted to see some mystery from that photo, "Only you, only you are not affected. Why?"

The exact same medicine, the same post-operative comments—the recovery was good, and the mentality was stable in the early stage, but when the subjects in the same period began to behave abnormally one by one, Chakri seemed to be fine, and the researchers gave him a test. Several times of body checks, blood, bone marrow, and various sampling tests that are not life-threatening, trying to find out whether there is some key factor that can control the genetic memory response from the GH protoplasma, they have nothing turn up.

Chuckley Damon, is a completely ordinary human being, nothing special, except that his physical fitness is so good that it explodes—that is, he is as strong as a cow. Alien Doodle Features.

Fury could only order that Chakri also wash away the GH drug-related memories, and faked the blank period of treatment time as a memory of a vacation in Tahiti. He originally planned to wait for Chakri to come back, and he would On the one hand, the transfer of people to Coulson's staff is because of not wasting outstanding talents, and on the other hand, it also allows Coulson to observe his changes nearby. Maybe he just reacted slower to the side effects?

But Fury didn't expect Pierce to take people away.

It's not right to say that it was stolen. Pierce's authority could have had a group of special agents, whether they were bodyguards or doing some intelligence work, and Pierce didn't target Chucky alone. He listed a A list, but it happened to have Chakri's name in it.

Fury thought about picking someone out and sending another good agent to Pierce, but after thinking twice, Fury still felt that it was more appropriate to let Chucky keep a low profile.He noticed that there seemed to be an undercurrent in the bureau, but he couldn't find out the source for a while, and he didn't want to take any risk of exposing the GH project.

Anyway, he is the director. As long as Chakri's name is still under the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has a lot of opportunities to call this guy over to study it.

Chuckri in New Mexico had no idea at all that when he was trying to increase the favorability of Coulson and his partners, they were also thinking about how to increase the intimacy of the precious experimental samples.

***

Chakri was facing the sun, bent down, put his hands on his slightly half-squatted knees, and squinted to observe the mallet on the ground.

"What kind of alien do you think would drop a hammer on Earth?"

"Who knows, maybe an alien blacksmith? Hand slipped or something."

Clint found another high place with shadows to nest, pretending to be on guard, but actually gnawed on the small biscuits that he brought with him under the cover of the shadows.

"I don't know, but if it's an alien blacksmith, then he must have a cleanliness disorder. I haven't seen any auto mechanic who polishes his wrench every day."

The hammer was not only clean and flawless, it even carefully protected the handle with leather. If it was a hammer used by a blacksmith, the workmanship was too delicate!Could it be that the alien blacksmith is actually a very advanced profession, and the things used must be extraordinarily meticulous?

"Hmm... maybe not a blacksmith? There are other occupations that use a hammer, right? Like a plumber?"

"Do you really think alien plumbers are better than alien blacksmiths?"

Chuckri wiped off his cold sweat. The beautiful fantasy he once had for Fury's cronies has been almost shattered by Hawkeye. Just this little biscuit can't stop eating, and he can climb the railing without standing on the floor. The girlfriend photo (Black Widow is super hot, Chucky has to admit) is also a guy who is a serious gamer...it turns out to be the "legendary" Hawkeye.

Chakri wants to maintain a relationship with all the characters with the title prefix "legendary". Distance produces beauty. He hopes that he can still retain the youthful concept of idols.

"Could it be a warhammer?" Hawkeye snorted disdainfully, "Forget it, look at the length of the handle, if it's really a warhammer, I'd probably be chopped off before I hit someone's head .”

With that said, Hawkeye jumped down and gestured between Hammer and Chakri.As he said, the handle of the hammer is not long. If you hold it in your hand, even the hammer of an ordinary plumber can hit farther than him. Was hacked.

"I don't know, this thing is an alien product, who knows if it has special functions?"

Chucky shrugged, lost interest in the hammer, and was about to ask Coulson if he had any ideas for dinner.

He is still quite newcomer-conscious. Leaving aside his seniority in S.H.I.E.L.D., Chakri is clearly a rookie in this team. As a rookie, taking on some trivial errands on his own is an effective way to improve the officer's favorability.

Thrown into the courtyard by his father, Thor, who lost his divine power and his weapon, sneaked in at this time... no, it should be said to "hit" into the blockade.

No one knew that this man was a prince from Asgard. They only knew that Thor knocked down the guards in two or three strokes, and rushed towards the hammer with all his might, but when he really stood in front of the hammer, he didn't Take any action, just stand there looking nostalgic at the hammer embedded in the stone.

"Sir, do you need to..."

Before Chuckley could finish his question, Coulson tapped him on his chest with a folder, knocking what he hadn't finished saying back into his stomach.

In the file folder is an analysis report, which was submitted by an authoritative researcher on Nordic history and mythology as a consultant to S.H.I.E.L.D.After reading the report, Chakri's first thought was to poke his eyes.

Why let him see this kind of information!

How will he report to Pierce then!

"Yes, sir, S.H.I.E.L.D. has now obtained a hammer from Norse mythology. It is the weapon of Thor, which can be used to replace thunder and lightning!"

Damn, Hey Claw likes Norse mythology the most. Did you make it?

The cosmic Rubik's Cube that Red Skull used as a treasure back then was found by him reading Norse mythology until he became obsessed. If Heypaw asked him to steal the hammer from Norse mythology, what would he deliver it to?Take a big dong between your legs?

"Sir, do you believe this statement?"

Closing the file, Chuckley asked Coulson a suggestive question.

"Do you believe in... such fairy tales?"

Coulson tilted his head and glanced at Chakri, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a question, but he still answered.

"I don't believe in fairy tales, but I believe in alien technology."

Chuckri nodded, very well, there is no Norse mythology, only alien technology, just like all the alien technology they have collected before, nothing special.The appearance is also very ugly, not practical and not beautiful, THEEND report is over!

Coulson seemed to be staring at Thor's actions. In fact, he kept paying attention to Chuckri from the corner of his eyes, not missing the change in the other's expression at all.

I remember that in the evaluation report given by Hill, Chucky Damon seemed to have a dead fish eye drawn in the column of espionage skills. Coulson guessed that it should be Hill's version of "Well, my old lady barely passed you, you Just follow the common people to death for the rest of your life."

"Interesting," thought Coulson. "Who are you 'spying'? Daemon."

☆, 05

Pierce turned off the projection screen, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment.

During the process, Chakri kept his eyes looking straight ahead, resting his hands behind his back without saying a word, recalling over and over in his mind whether there was anything inappropriate in the report he wrote.

There was no way to hide the fact that the hammer was an alien product, so he told the truth.

Thor rushed in to pull out the hammer but failed to pull it up. A bunch of agents saw it as long as their eyes were not blind. By the way, when Thor failed to pull out the hammer, he looked desperate, hopeless and miserable, Chakri All I want to do is pull him out.

As for Thor's detention, until a civilian scientist came in and took him away, it was true that Chuckley didn't know anything during this period because he "had a mission at the time".He went to buy bentos for all the agents out in the field.

Chuckley knows that he is not a very good spy. Thanks to his childhood and youth, he was in an irritable state almost every day. He is too used to venting all his emotions. After so many years of habit, even after entering the SHIELD Academy After training, he can only achieve "self-control" so that he will not be so easily stimulated, but he still can't achieve the spring blossoming like a top spy like Black Widow who is clearly hated to death and can still smile on his face .

He still remembers that in the comprehensive examination for graduation, except for the espionage skills that were stubbornly stuck on the "pass", he scored "excellent" or above in almost all items.God knows he's tried so hard not to knock over the lewd-looking target and just crush the armrest of the park chair.

Of course, such a result still belongs to keeping a handle. If the target is a well-trained professional, or is protected by a professional, the chance of revealing the tell is relatively higher.

So Chakri chose other methods to help him reduce failure and face success, and he has done a good job all the way, until he thought that he would be promoted and raised in this way in his life, and he would not even think about becoming a CEO. When I can...

hehe.Hey Yo, Hi Claw!

Don't mention it, if you talk too much, you will cry.

In short, Chuckley's behavior pattern of "what I say is the truth, what I don't say is because I didn't see it, and I never speculate casually" works well here for Pierce.

To put it bluntly, Chief Heypaw is a group of maniacs full of control desires. They want to make them feel that you are under control, be honest, and don't play tricks or play tricks.

Pierce felt that he had some understanding of why Chuckley hadn't been promoted to supervisor despite being so senior.

The report just now explained a large part of the reason.In terms of format, it is a qualified report, there is no doubt about it.The narration is clear and logical, and there is no rhetoric to please the chief, nor any evasive words such as "it seems to be...", "may be...", "it is possible..." that Pierce has seen before. The lowest report.

The other side of being well-behaved is that it is quite unpleasant, and he didn't even pack these straightforward things!

Pierce couldn't help rubbing his face. If he was worried that Nick would transfer this guy at first, it was because he discovered his relationship with Hydra. After all, Nick had never acted like this before.Now he can almost rule out this possibility, purely because after going through the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.A., an agent like Chakri who is capable and experienced but has no ambitions, honestly and dutifully being a good agent is really... no so many.

"About this report..."

"Yes?"

When Pierce saw Chuckley's "honest" expression, he felt powerless for a while, and couldn't say anything that he was full of.

"It's nothing, it's well written. If Nick—the director—needs your support for any missions in the future, go ahead and just remember to let me know. Oh, and of course don't forget the after-the-fact report, as you Commander, even if I fully trust my subordinates, I have to formally ensure that you didn't take advantage of the business trip to be lazy, right?"

"Of course, sir."

Chuckri nodded, and continued to look at Pierce "honestly".

Pierce waved his hand in the distress of wanting to vomit blood but couldn't vomit, signaling that Chucky could leave smoothly.

***

Before he knew it, Chakri found himself living on two paychecks.

One is from Hipaw—obviously it also has a complete operating system, raising employees, squeezing employees, and killing employees.

The other one is from Aegis, with an additional expatriate (given that he is now assigned to the Security Council) stipend compared to his original rank, God knows his "business trip" location is at the Tricurve Wing headquarters, and God knows The shield board is only one floor away.

"I love public institutions." Chakri showed the drained wine glass to the bartender, and soon another full glass was pushed in front of him, and he was sucked to the end, "Sincerely, I love public institutions."

"Yeah, yeah, who doesn't love an iron rice bowl." Clint then poured his head back into a glass, asked the bartender for a refill, and at the same time threw the dart placed on the table at the target on the wall, needless to say, he knew it hit the target Red Heart, the audience cheered for this "magic" shot.

Witnessing the alien prince flying to Earth with his cheery friends and then back to outer space after battling alien steel robots is a rare experience for anyone.

And so began Clint and Chucky's after-get off work drinking buddies, as well as Saturday game nights.

The two of them teamed up to almost sweep the connection record of the No.1 shooting game, and seriously suspected that the few remaining players who could compete with them were either colleagues from S.H.I.E.L.D. or the bastards from the CIA .

"Aixian." Chuckri puffed heavily through his nose, then picked up another dart and shot it, which also hit the red heart. He raised his eyebrows at Hawkeye, with an expression that seemed to say, "Look, it's nothing special."

"Huh, not bad, Chuck." Clint picked up another dart between two fingers, and twirled it around between his five fingers, "how about this?"

With what looked like a flick, the red dart escaped Hawkeye's fingers and flew toward the bull's-eye.

Chuckley knew that this time he would hit the bull's-eye as well. He didn't understand what Hawkeye could be proud of. With his ability, it would be strange if he couldn't hit the bull's-eye.

But he soon found out that he was wrong.

That little dart seemed to be played in slow motion, flying lightly over the crowd, grazing a Mediterranean bald man, grazing a certain lady's flying hair, and then reaching its target on the wall—exactly He poked into the end of the dart that Hawkeye had fired the first time.

The two stacked darts were still swaying slightly on the target, and the dart of Lin's Chakri, which also fell in the red circle in the center, was extremely small.

There was a silence in the tavern, as if everyone had been frozen together, and their eyes were all focused on the magical target.Crazy screams and applause followed, and the waitresses looked at Hawkeye with fiery eyes, and frequently came up to ask if they needed some snacks or drinks.

As a result of the coquettish show, Hawkeye and Chakri escaped from the back door of the tavern in embarrassment by using the urine escape method to avoid the tragedy of being eaten alive by the girls.

"Great, from now on we will say goodbye to the hotel with the highest CP value in this block, thank you Mr. Barton from Cirque du Soleil."

"Well, it's not my fault that you look handsome!"

"Hello, Natasha! Listen to me, your Fat Chirp..."

"What? Chuck, come on, can we still be friends? Hello? Tasha?"

Chuckly was swiftly dodging Clint's move to snatch his cell phone, while pretending to be chatting and laughing with the person on the other end of the phone, until the end of the sidewalk was behind him, and Chucky finally showed up. out of the screen - he didn't make a call at all.

"You bastard!" Clint looked weakly at the screen of Chakri's phone, thinking that this guy was probably the only one in the world who would be so boring, and took the screenshot of the phone call as his desktop, "You almost scared to death, I know Is it? I managed to get Tasha to agree to take the annual vacation with me. If you dare to ruin this vacation, then our brotherhood will come to an end... Wait, I should have thought of it earlier, how could you take To Tasha's private number, ahahaha, when I didn't say anything, ahahahaha!"

"I have."

Chuckli tapped the screen twice quickly and called out the address book. The first item of information in the directory starting with R is "Romanov-Natasha"

"Excuse me, can you say that again?"

"I have." Chucky put the phone close to the bridge of Hawkeye's nose, and saw Clint's expression as if he swallowed a fly with some satisfaction, "Agent Romanov's phone number is right, it's a private one. "

Of course he got the number because Pierce only had one assignment for him, which involved Russia, so he got it from Coulson when he went to Agent Coulson for advice and a little bit of itinerary.

Coulson's original words at the time were: "If you need information about the KGB, I believe that Romanov agents will be of great help."

Although Chucky doesn't know why Coulson chose to give him the Black Widow's private number instead of the official contact method, but it's better, he believes that the Black Widow definitely has a way to keep their calls private and keep them from him. Report everything you get to...well, whoever should know.

But when did Heypaw get involved with Maozi again?

Didn't Mao Zi play Hey Claw during World War II?

***

Chakri and other HYDRA agents arrived in Russia the week before Christmas.

"Damn, how can anyone live in a place like this, it's like a refrigerator!"

"Couldn't agree more with you."

The moment they jumped off the plane, everyone's expressions changed. No one cared about the dignity of their elders. They all tightened their hands and feet, and tightened their coats and hats until their bodies gradually got used to the biting cold. temperature.

"OK, the time is now 1500, where is the informant you mentioned? Worker Damon?"

After confirming that everyone has adjusted their status, the leading agent asked, and Chuckri stepped forward, confirmed their position, and then pointed to the direction of eight o'clock.

"There." Chucky compared the map, "About 100 miles, there is a hunter's cabin there, and the informant should be waiting for us there. According to the plan, we should arrive within 8 hours, otherwise he will leave, That's what was said."

"Very good." The Hydra agent captain nodded, and waved to another person who was wrapped airtightly, "Rollins, you take two people to lead, let's go!"

"Yes, Captain."