Chapter 137

Three curved wing headquarters, office area on the sixth floor.

Stan sat at his desk at the station, bored, pulled out the pen cap, inserted it again, pulled it out, inserted it again, and so on.

After a month of agent training, he officially joined the s.h.i.e.l.d. and it has been a week so far.

Now he is no longer the head of the anti drug Bureau, but an ordinary level-3 agent of the Divine Shield Bureau.

Stan's daily task is to sit at his desk, review the materials submitted by other departments, and then summarize them into the archives of the Divine Shield Bureau.

There was no need to go out of the field and worry about danger. Stan was very satisfied at the beginning.

But a few days later, he found something wrong.

The confidentiality level of all the information he took over was very low.

To what extent?

Originally, the information that can be taken home to check at will in the anti drug bureau is not qualified for access in the Divine Shield Bureau.

When Stanton understood Nick Frey's good intentions, he dug himself up from the narcotics bureau just to monitor him more conveniently.

Now Stan is just like the imperial concubine who fell out of favor in ancient times. He has been sent into the cold palace by the emperor. Whether he can regain his life depends on the emperor's face.

Well, I was fooled by that nigger Nick Frey.

Stan got up reluctantly and walked outside.

The colleague in the next station immediately came over and asked with a smile, "Hey! What are you doing, Stanfield? "

Stan took a cigarette out of the cigarette box and held it in his mouth. He said vaguely, "smoke."

The agent immediately held out his hand and motioned for stan to give him a cigarette: "just right, I'm addicted to smoking. Let's go together."

Stan didn't care. He took one out of the cigarette box and threw it to him. Then he went straight to the balcony on the sixth floor.

What the hell is Nicky Frey thinking?

A retarded man was sent to watch him.

Is this his mistake in employing people, or is Nick Frey deliberately warning him in disguise.

Oh, the nigger's mind is too deep. He can't see through it.

When they came to the balcony, they were lying on the railing, puffing and talking about the gossip in the Bureau.

Suddenly, Stan saw a heavily armed special force coming out of the building, targeting the apron in front of him.

Behind the special corps, there is also level 6 agent Sitwell.

Stan smoked calmly, but his eyes kept glancing down.

The staff of s.h.i.e.l.l.d. are busy. They have endless work every day, whether in the office or in the field.

However, as the special team with the top combat power of the Divine Shield Bureau, the combat tasks are very few.

For a whole week, Stan's office area on the sixth floor was stirred up by his mouse shit.

The agent in charge of monitoring him also accompanied him around like a fool.

Even his elm head felt that he was about to be exposed.

Well, this is Sitwell.

Stan saw Sitwell come out of the elevator and hurried into the bathroom.

Remembering that sittville had communicated with Ramlow, Stan's brain flashed and followed him in.

The agent quickly followed up and couldn't help but make complaints about it.

Go to the bathroom again. Is this guy's prostate broken.

In order not to be suspected by Nick Frey, instead of entering the compartment, Stan stood in front of the urinal and exposed himself to the spy's surveillance.

When he untied his trousers and belt, Stan's mind moved and his huge mental strength came out.

All living creatures within a radius of 10 meters were shrouded by his spiritual power, including the women's bathroom separated by a wall.

Stan didn't move his mind and manipulated his mental power into Sitwell's brain.

Unfortunately, although Sitwell doesn't look very smart, he is also a level 6 agent and should receive no less training.

First level telepathy is not enough to get into his brain.

Just when Stan was discouraged and ready to give up.

"Poof!"

There was a muffled noise in the compartment.

"Ah..."

Then a pleasant groan came out of the compartment with a smell.

Good chance!

Taking advantage of sittville's mental relaxation, Stan condensed his mental strength into a needle and tried his best to drill into his brain.

"Yes!"

Under the strong force, his urine came out like a spring.

Boom!

There was a roar in the brain, and then it suddenly opened up. Stan succeeded!

In a minute.

He lifted his trousers and walked out of the bathroom with a gloomy face.

In just one minute, he had acquired all the memories of Sitwell for a whole year without leaving any handle.

Stan sat back on the station and rubbed his swollen head. He was extremely shocked.

S.h.i.e.l.d., hydra

Nick Frey, Alexander pierce

"Eagle eye" Clinton Barton, undercover clown organization

Bullock Ramlow, Hudson Valley, New York

President, army, Tomahawk cruise missile, shit

After digesting these memories, Stan's world outlook completely collapsed.

For the first time, he knew so clearly how terrible and violent the Divine Shield Bureau was.

The direct subordinate organ of s.h.i.e.l.d. is the World Security Council, to put it more bluntly.

Behind the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. are the five most powerful countries on the planet.

What he didn't expect was that there were many Hydra undercover agents in such a huge organization.

What he didn't expect was that Hydra was a German Communist Party several decades ago.

This information is so hot that Stan can taste it for a while.

But the most important thing now is to get in touch with Jason.

Because his hiding place was exposed!

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Second more!

There's still an hour at ten in the evening!