It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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"Mr. Kakarot, can I chat with you, I am a special reporter from XX Entertainment..."

Sun Wukong finished his day's work happily, and when he was saying goodbye to his colleagues, a small man jumped out from nowhere, nimbly got in front of him, and a recording pen was about to be inserted into his mouth Go in, asked in a very quick tone.

"Hey, what do you guys want to do?" Before the little man who claimed to be a reporter finished speaking, one of Sun Wukong's colleagues, a black man weighing more than 300 pounds, grabbed him by the back collar and lifted him up hard. Shake a bit.

"me……"

"No one has come over these two days. This guy looks like he is not smart enough. Maybe we can treat him well!" Other people who just got off work also gathered around, looking at the reporter. With malicious intentions, these people were tall and strong, and most of them seemed to have nothing to do with good people. The reporter was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and passed out.

The black man rolled his eyes and threw the man directly on the ground: "It's useless compared to the last one, just leave this guy to us, Kakarot, I'll let him treat us to a drink, I'll even Drink your portion together..."

"Hahaha, in fact, it would be nice to have a few more guys like this."

"Where are we going today..."

Watching the reporter wake up roughly and then being taken away by the workers with a look of fear and confusion on his face, Sun Wukong couldn't help but scratched his face and sighed helplessly, but he had no intention of saving the reporter, after all His colleagues are actually just joking with him, at most his wallet will bleed once.

Monkey King originally had a good impression of the profession of reporter, but ever since he became famous in the Big Stomach King competition, some guys who claimed to be reporters appeared around him, taking random pictures with cameras and other equipment, which would not only disturb His work, and always asking some strange questions to him, made him feel a little bit annoyed, but his colleagues solved this problem for him.

That's a really nice bunch of people.

Looking at the time, Monkey King is going to the abandoned factory. He recently had some new ideas about the use of Qi during the battle with Clark, and he feels that he is about to create a new move.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun Wukong, can I waste a little of your time talking to you?" Not far from the construction site, a middle-aged man in a black suit leaned against a car, taking off his sunglasses while Said to Sun Wukong.

"Ah, you are the person in the morning." Sun Wukong rarely remembered what happened in the morning.

"Yes, I'm Agent Coulson, from an independent division, and here's my business card."

Sun Wukong took the business card and looked at it, and found that with his current learning progress, he couldn't understand what the long list of words at the top of the business card meant. It seemed that he used a lot of advanced vocabulary.

"The Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, this is the full name of our department. In fact, we are trying to make this name... easier to understand. You can also call it S.H.I.E.L.D." Coulson He said with a smile that sometimes he doesn't mind making jokes about the name with the target he contacts, which usually brings them closer together.

"S.H.I.E.L.D." Hearing this familiar name, Sun Wukong remembered some "little common sense in life" that Clark told him, such as not to follow the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys easily.

"You seem to have heard of us, and this might be a good start to this conversation." Coulson casually sat on the hood of the car, and patted the place next to him, "But according to our understanding You are still just coming of age, do you need to inform Mr. Kent, who you live with now, who seems to be your guardian?"

Monkey King jumped directly onto the roof of the car and sat cross-legged, shaking his head: "Well, what do you want from me?"

"Due to the function of S.H.I.E.L.D., some of your behaviors have aroused our attention, Mr. Monkey King." Coulson prepared to say the name of Monkey King, "But please don't worry, this world has abilities beyond ordinary people. People with such abilities are not uncommon. We will not persecute such existences as in the legends. Most of the people who spread such rumors have ulterior motives. In fact, we just want to ensure that these capable people will not cause harm to the world of ordinary people. Therefore, some necessary investigations and supervision should be carried out, and I hope you can understand."

Monkey King blinked: "That... what do you want me to do?"

Coulson smiled slightly: "In fact, through this period of observation, your danger level in our file is not high, so I hope that when you have time, you can go to S.H.I.E.L.D. to do some simple checks, There is no need to do more than that.”

"Well, well, I see."

"Then I look forward to meeting you next time, Mr. Monkey King. Actually, I am very interested in what happened before you came to the United States. It would be great if you could chat with me then. Goodbye!"

Watching Colin leave in the car, Sun Wukong looked at the business card in his hand over and over again: "He hasn't told me where to find him yet, go back and ask Clark."

Putting the business card in his pocket casually, Sun Wukong still went to the abandoned factory, but he didn't wait for Clark to be with him this time, but this is also normal. The nature of Clark's work makes it impossible for him to appear in one place regularly.

When he returned to the apartment, it was close to nine o'clock in the evening before Clark opened the door of the apartment. He seemed to be in some trouble.

"You forgot to charge your phone again."

"Hey!" Sun Wukong, who was doing push-ups while watching Fantastic Four comics, jumped up, touched his body and found the phone, and it was turned off, "Ah, I forgot, I'm sorry Clark."

Clark was obviously used to it, he threw the bag on the hook casually, took the phone and connected it to the charger: "Today I got a piece of news about Doctor Strange, he had a car accident not long ago."

"Then he's okay." Sun Wukong was a little surprised, he could still understand the damage that a car accident might cause to an ordinary person.

"Fortunately, he was only injured, but there may be some problems with his hands." Clark frowned, "But I don't know the exact situation, he obviously doesn't want people to contact him now." He and Si Dr. Trange's relationship was not a friend, but more like a loose alliance, and he couldn't intervene in more things before getting the consent of the person concerned.

Of course Sun Wukong couldn't understand the complicated relationship, but he knew Dr. Strange, so he naturally hoped to help: "He can try to eat a fairy bean, even if he is seriously injured, he can recover immediately, anyway. We have a surplus on hand right now."

Clark froze for a moment: "I thought it was just resistant to hunger."

"Hahaha, that's what I thought before." Sun Wukong remembered that he had eaten so many fairy beans in one go before, no wonder it made him angry.

Clark remembered that Sun Wukong gave half of the fairy beans to himself casually, and he couldn't help feeling a little... Feeling, he felt that he could start thinking about changing the storage place for those ordinary-looking beans.

Although he himself has a good recovery ability, he will still be a little shocked by its efficacy. He can fully imagine what kind of consequences will be caused if other people find out that there is such a natural plant.

At least those group giants involved in pharmaceuticals will be crazy about it.

Clark told Sun Wukong about the possible impact of the fairy beans if they were exposed: "If the fairy beans are really effective for his injuries, I don't know how Dr. Strange will react to this. He is not what you think. It's a very complicated question of who is good or bad in the world."

Sun Wukong frowned and thought hard for a while: "Ah, I still don't understand what you are talking about, it sounds so complicated!" He lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally patted Clark on the shoulder as if relieved, " Let's give him a try, he's our friend, and if something happens, we'll talk about it, anyway, I won't let people take things from me."

Clark nodded, he felt that he already knew what Sun Wukong's answer would be: "I will find a way to contact him." Although he doubted whether Doctor Strange would believe such an unknown thing.

"By the way, I met a strange guy again today." Monkey King searched around, found the business card under the table, and handed it to Clark.

"Phil. Coulson." Clark carefully looked at every message conveyed on the business card. As a worldwide independent organization, SHIELD is not difficult to detect its existence, but Agent Coulson is obviously The kind of member who won't be easily known by the outside world, "What do you think of him?"

"Huh?" Monkey King thought for a while, "He looks like a good guy."

"Maybe..." Clark put away his business card, "They don't seem to be planning to recruit you yet, but you're obviously already on their radar. What's your plan?"

Monkey King grabbed his hair again.

"Actually, I'm also facing the same problem."

"Hey?"

Clark glanced at the entire apartment. Everything that might appear in it would be seen by him. For example, there are a few termites crawling over the corner of the sofa. For the sake of living safety, he had better kill the insects in the near future. Of course This matter cannot be done by professionals, because the staff who came into their apartment is too likely to be an experienced agent.

"In some situations, I have to use my abilities... There are actually quite a few such situations." Clark couldn't help but sighed, he didn't want his life to be disturbed by the abilities he possessed , but when he meets someone who needs help, he can’t remain indifferent. Such a dual identity life is actually not that easy. Traces, I'm afraid SHIELD is also the suspect, but they need more evidence."

"Then why don't you want them to know your ability, you are already very strong." Sun Wukong asked strangely.

Clark didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

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