[Comprehensive] Masked heroine

Coulson was still having breakfast at this time. The year-round model worker received a call and immediately confirmed the location with Nicole. After thinking about it, he still did not hand over the matter to the FBI. It was the members of S.H.I.E.L.D. who were in Manhattan who were notified.

Facts have proved that this decision is correct.

The proprietress of the restaurant is a supernatural power user, but her powers are not offensive, but everyday powers similar to "how to make burgers taste better", so when SHIELD came to register , just marked her with the name of a supernatural person in the file, and did not monitor her.

Even the most basic list of supernatural beings is a highly confidential file within S.H.I.E.L.D. The two members of S.H.I.E.L.D. in Manhattan only had limited information on the supernatural beings in their jurisdiction, so when they arrived at the location, they both Recognize the identity of the proprietress.

Now things are big.

They originally thought it was just an ordinary case, but the victim is a supernatural person, which is completely different in nature - everyone knows that the recent abduction of a supernatural person is beyond the scope of their ability to deal with it. Even if this matter is just a coincidence, it must be decided by the above.

One of them whispered a few words to his companion, and then walked out of the restaurant with his mobile phone.

The other person looked at the proprietress who had just woken up and was still a little confused, and then turned to look at Nicole. Their level was not high enough to know the identity behind the masked superman. He thought about it and asked with a straight face: " Are you the informant?"

Nicole watched the whole process of these two people from casual to serious, and nodded because she didn't know. The man took out a pen and paper from his pocket and handed it to Nicole: "Just register your contact information and you can go." , we will contact you if there is any problem later.”

This is much simpler than the normal process of the police, and it also means that it is impossible for her to follow up on this matter.

Nicole scratched her head, feeling rather regretful, but she couldn't say that she was Masked Superman. After holding back for two seconds, she had no choice but to nod helplessly, and took the pen and paper: "Okay..."

The agent stared at her as she finished writing, then took her message with a blank expression, put it on the table, and turned to look at her: "You can go."

Nicole stood up slowly and looked at the proprietress. The middle-aged woman has not recovered yet, and she has no time to care about her savior.

The person from S.H.I.E.L.D. looked at her vigilantly. Nicole wanted to dawdle for a while, but when she met the agent's eyes, she stood up straight, cleared her throat, and strode out of the restaurant.

The other person had finished making the phone call, and when he was walking into the restaurant, he happened to see Nicole. He nodded slightly towards Nicole, and after entering, he directly closed the door and drew the shutters, rejecting the prying eyes from outside.

Nicole hesitated outside the door for a while, and the two agents inside looked at her through the gap in the shutters, almost taking her as a suspicious person. Just when they couldn't help but want to come out, they saw Nicole dejectedly. Pressing his belly, he left with a little reluctance.

It didn't take long for them to wait for the car at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

The heavily armed attacker was sent to the interrogation room as soon as he was transported to S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury watched the progress himself, while the good-looking Coulson was in charge of talking to the boss lady.

The proprietress met Coulson when she registered many years ago, and she still has a little memory at the moment. The appearance of a familiar face made her tense nerves relax a little.

Coulson poured a cup of hot cocoa for the proprietress, placed it in front of her, then sat on the seat opposite her, and smiled at her: "Hi, Mrs. Cooper, I'm Phil Coulson."

The proprietress held the cup with both hands and looked at him without saying a word.

Coulson was not in a hurry, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous. Ordinary people belong to the police station, and supernatural beings belong to us. A robbery case is nothing."

It has to be said that this statement made the proprietress a little more relaxed. Coulson smiled and put on a posture of taking notes: "Okay, let's chat casually about today's affairs."

The proprietress stared at Coulson's smile for a while, and finally began to speak: "I opened the door on time as usual, and after about 15 minutes, that person rushed in..."

Coulson listened very carefully and asked a few questions from time to time. He looked very much like a normal police officer. He said with emotion: "There is a row of shops over there, and he chose me. It seems that my luck is really not very good."

Coulson's transcript ended here. He tidied up the things on the table and smiled at the proprietress again: "There's nothing else to do. If you want to go back, there is a car at the door, and you can leave at any time."

He said and walked out of the lounge with his things. This casual attitude reassured the proprietress even more. She drank the last bit of hot cocoa in the cup, picked up her bag and left SHIELD.

Coulson was not as relaxed as the proprietress at all. He took the elevator to the interrogation room upstairs, glanced at the big man through the one-way glass, and then at Fury. The smile on the corner of his mouth was suppressed, and he frowned slightly Give Fury a brief account of what happened, and then sigh: "His goal is too clear."

This is obviously not to rob, but to arrest people.

Fury touched his chin with a serious face, still staring at the people inside: "So you think we interrupted their progress for the first time?"

"Yes." Coulson nodded, and Fury turned his head with his hands in his pockets, glanced at him, and moved slowly: "The question is, how did they get these materials."

The answer is self-evident. Neither Coulson nor Fury spoke. When there is no evidence, they don't want to doubt their comrades at will.

After a while, Fury patted Coulson on the shoulder: "No matter who it is, they will do it again soon, and we need to be prepared."

He turned around again, folded his arms and looked at the man in the interrogation room again. His brown bald head reflected a little under the light, and his tone was calm: "They may find Tolan."

The author has something to say: the holiday is over...what the hell did I do during Chinese New Year OTL