Since the newly recruited younger brother is so good, of course Gwen walked in the direction guided by Sylvester with her head held high.

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When the black stewed egg felt the reception room of the Tricurve Wing Building, Gwen happened to be flipping through magazines in a leisurely manner. On the coffee table in front of her, the coffee was still steaming.

"After all, if there is anything, even you will take the initiative to come to me."

Black Braised Dan flipped up his windbreaker and sat on the sofa next to Gwen.

Sylvester left the room with discernment, and closed the door behind him.

"Has the director heard of the hand and meeting?"

Gwen put down the magazine in her hand, and the photo of the playboy girl in cool clothes was placed on the cover of the magazine.

Black Braised Egg glanced at the magazines on the table, raised his eyebrows, and then looked up at Gwen.

It's like saying 'that's it' or something.

"You should know what they believe in."

Gwen stirred the smoking refill.

"You mean, that thing is real?"

"With so much going on, do you think it's just their 'corporate culture'?"

Gwen tilted her head, feeling that the black marinated egg was a bit strange.

Isn't this kind of thing obvious?

It's not like he hasn't seen Johnny, the girl who uses demon power.

"Sorry, they are just gangsters, I leave the supervision of them to the people below."

Black Braised Egg said that it wasn't that he didn't take it seriously, but that the other party was too weak.

"Anyway, the words have been brought, those guys have offended my friends, and there will probably be problems in the near future."

Gwen finished speaking and took a sip of coffee.

"It's a good thing to eliminate harm for the people, but I hope it won't make too much trouble."

Black Braised Egg thought about it for a while, and decided that it would be better to let Gwen do it.

He can take a sneak peek.

Black stewed eggs secretly observed.jpg.

This girl's friends shouldn't be easy, right?

Well, the next step is to send someone to investigate who the friends Gwen mentioned are.

If you are more qualified, can you recruit them?

"I will pay attention."

Gwen nodded, got up and walked out of the reception room.

The purpose of her coming here today is not to meet the black stewed egg at all, but because the ulterior motive is not to drink.

So find an excuse and get away with it.

The original spy plan was completely ruined, but it seemed more interesting this way.

Although there is an additional uncertain factor like Sylvester that may cause problems.

And relatively speaking, doing so looks a little more mature, instead of sneaking into the SHIELD headquarters like playing a game, the behavior is so childish.

As soon as the door was opened, Sylvester's bald head appeared in front of Gwen.

He pushed his glasses, nodded to Gwen, turned and led Gwen forward.

Gwen glanced at him and followed him lukewarmly.

It was just that when he sat back in his sports car, he gave the bald brother a meaningful smile.

"hiss."

The bald brother lowered his head and sent Gwen away respectfully, and began to ponder in his heart.

What did Gwen mean by that last smile.

Did you notice something?

With the help of SHIELD and Hydra's status and positions over the years, he has secretly made a lot of benefits.

Although these things are unspoken rules within Hydra, it does not mean that there are no more 'decent' characters in Hydra.

Those guys are working hard for the purpose of Hydra: to make human beings more pure.

This tenet is the concept set by Hydra when it was founded, and few Hydras still abide by it today.

Most HYDRA are fighting for their own self-interest, although this may seem pure.

But what the bald man doesn't know is,

And the World War II items that Gwen wanted even if he revealed his identity, made the bald man suspect that Gwen was the kind of 'decent' figure in Hydra.

Because almost only those hydra who are still abiding by the purpose of the year will be interested in the items of the year.

The hydra who are now fighting for their own interests will not be interested in those old antiques, they are more sensitive to money and rights.

Is that thing an antique?

Sylvester touched his head and found that his palms were sweating.

Sure enough, thinking about problems is a very energy-consuming thing.

He still obediently obeyed, thinking about the problem now seems to be the business of the people above.

When is he in charge, maybe he should consider learning to think about problems.

NO.Chapter 432 Bald Brother's Guess

"Agent Sylvet, level [-] clearance, you can enter."

The emotionless electronic female voice ended, and a tightly sealed metal door slowly slid to the side without making a sound.

The bald boy Silvert looked around and found that there was no one else.

The underground warehouse of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is also divided into levels, and the one he came to is the one in the farthest corner.

On the planning map of the building, this warehouse is a storage warehouse for items of unknown use, and it is the kind that cannot be researched.

It belongs to the gathering area where things that take up space and get lost and don't know what will happen.

If possible, no one wants to leave such a pile of useless things that cannot be thrown away to occupy precious space.

So this kind of place is similar to a scrap car processing plant, and basically no one cares about it, and they don't even bother to install monitoring.

A smug smile gradually appeared on the bald brother's face.

It was too easy, and it gave him no sense of accomplishment at all.

But he'd rather not feel accomplished.

For him, he considers himself a petty bourgeois, and being able to comfortably get what he wants makes him happier than anything else.

Stepping into the warehouse, his light steps showed his bright mood.

Searching along the container, I finally saw the 51-100 cabinet.

The things here are not small, but they are all piled together in a messy manner, so fifty items can be squeezed into a container that is not long.

But it was also because of the mess that Sylvester was a little overwhelmed.

The main reason is that these sealed boxes containing unknown objects are too individual.

It's okay if it's relatively regular, it looks like a ball inside, like a Rubik's cube or something.

The grotesque ones are so pervasive, there's even a head that looks like it's wrapped in newspaper.

"Oh, that's disgusting."

The bald brother frowned.

"Let me see, 84... 84, you are here."

A black tin box appeared under the round and unknown object kicked away by the bald man.

It was placed at the bottom of the container, apparently a standard dust-eating item.

However, this thing has ten levels of authority.

It sounds high, but it's actually exactly the same as level 1 authority.

This feeling is as unbelievable as the president of a group company living in low-rent housing and earning the wages of low-level employees.

However, this kind of thing happens too much in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Because there are only agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. who are downgraded, but not items.

Maybe it had a very high authority when it was collected, but in the process of decades of dust accumulation, under the background of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of objects with unknown uses, such an impenetrable thing was left in the desert. in the corner.

Of course, there are still very few items with tenth-level authority, so Sylvester looked around with a guilty conscience.

Except for the rows of shelves and the dark corners where the lights couldn't reach, he didn't see anything wrong.

Reaching out his hand to take out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, he squeezed his orchid fingers reluctantly and wiped the dust on the black box.

The white code of 084 is dazzling white against the black box, like the color of countless corpses piled up.

Next to the number 084 there is also the initials of the SSR Strategic Science Corps in capital letters.

"Yes, that's what it is."

Suddenly, Gwen's voice appeared in Sylvester's ear, as if a girl was whispering softly on his shoulder.

"Forehead!"

Such excitement naturally made the bald brother startled.

Only then did he realize that the sound was coming from his bluetooth headset.

Well, this is a hacked phone.

The bald brother is relatively weak, but his IQ is still higher than the average person, otherwise he would not be able to climb up to the position of a sixth-level agent.

Gwen is also very clear about what Gwen got his start as a 'guide'.

He even felt that the network firewall of S.H.I.E.L.D. was useless under that girl.

He shook the handkerchief calmly, and the bald brother put the handkerchief back into his pocket again.

"I will help you delete your entry record today, you just need to bring the things to me."

Gwen's voice was unhurried, without any emotion.

However, the bald-headed brother has been serving tea and water for many years, and he has noticed a trace of satisfaction in Gwen's plain tone.

This sister personally took action to delete the record of his visit, it seems that she is in a good mood.

Originally, the bald brother was still thinking about how to fool around the defense and get the record done, but now it seems that he can save a lot of trouble.

But isn't the closed-circuit monitoring not connected to the Internet? How did this lady delete the records?

Forget it, forget it, this is not something he has to consider, anyway, it's a grasshopper on the wire now, if that sister is lying, he can definitely point it out.

Well, in fact, the arrow is on the string, and at this time, I can only trust that the other party will not set him up.

There is no need for others... The bald brother only came to such a conclusion after thinking about it.

There was a handle inlaid on the side of the brown military metal box. The bald man turned his head to look at it, and then took out the handkerchief he had put back in his pocket, and wrapped it around the handle of the metal box.

Personally, he still has a little cleanliness obsession. If he can avoid touching unclean things, he should try his best not to touch them.

There was no way to roll in the mud during the spy training.

Now that conditions are met, many things can be handled more cleanly.

After holding the handle, he lifted it up hard.

Nothing else, it's just that the box looks as heavy as the contents inside.

If I remember correctly, the box for ammunition during World War II was similar to this one.

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