Chapter 275

Time: 4:00 pm, July 22, 2009

Coordinates: unknown

An empty room in an underground fortress about 100 meters from the ground.

Under the light, Coulson, dressed in a suit and shoes, was sitting behind a table, staring at the documents in his hand, his eyebrows locked.

On the document with the eagle logo is the details of a female s.h.i.e.l.d. agent.

A moment later, the sound of pushing the door and the accompanying footsteps, like a sudden thunder, interrupted Coulson's thoughts.

When Coulson looked up, he saw a black haired woman in a hospital uniform sitting on the seat opposite Coulson with a smile.

Gently put down the documents in his hand, Colson's trademark friendly smile immediately hung on his face:

"Agent Steves, how are you feeling today?"

"Good, great."

Looking at the gentle expression on each other's face, Colson's heart was filled with waves.

With his mind closed, Colson continued:

"Do you remember how you came here?"

"I volunteered." the black haired woman paused and then continued, "I'm dying. When I wake up, everything is normal."

"Very good. If you have any discomfort or need, you can ask me, and I will try my best to meet you..."

Before Coulson finished, the dark haired woman interrupted him:

"When can I leave the hospital? Return to the team again?"

Without paying attention to each other's interruption, Colson's mouth rose and a kind smile reappeared on his face.

"I promise you, soon. Just observe for a while to confirm your postoperative fitness, and you can be discharged."

"Thank you. Thank you very much for all your help, agent Colson..."

After a brief conversation, the black haired woman was escorted away by two agents standing at the door.

In the simple room, Colson was restored to the state of being alone again.

After thinking for a moment, Colson opened the document just now, picked up his pen, and began to write "Shua Shua" in the blank space at the bottom of the document:

"Good postoperative adaptation without any side effects..."

After finishing the words "I suggest you leave the hospital immediately!" at last, Colson, with a relaxed face, gently put his pen aside and whispered unconsciously:

"It's a good start..."

However, five minutes later, Colson knew that he was too optimistic

The same patient clothes, the same surgery, in another dying agent, Colson saw another terrible scene.

“#%￥@#@...”

A series of indistinguishable soliloquies, coupled with the appearance of God talking, a bearded man sitting opposite the table, like a patient with cerebral palsy, was completely immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself.

"Agent John? Agent John?"

Coulson even shouted several times, but the other party didn't respond.

Finally, Colson, with his eyebrows locked, had to wave his big hand and signal the two agents guarding the door to take the man back to the ward.

Seeing the agent leave, Colson picked up the pen on the desk and wrote "Shua Shua" on the agent's file again:

"Postoperative maladjustment, began to appear aphasia..."

After writing, Colson suddenly gave a meal, rubbed his temples with his other empty hand, and then said in a slightly tired voice:

"Next."

A few minutes later, sitting in front of Colson was a blond middle-aged man.

Blue and white patient clothes, worn on each other's body, can not cover up the slightly raised strong muscles. On a solemn face, you can clearly see that there are scars left by the battle between the corner of the eyebrow and the neck.

This is a fighter.

"How long do you want me to stay here?"

From the tone of the other party, we can hear that the s.h.i.e.l.d. agent is very dissatisfied with being "locked up" here.

Colson just frowned, glanced at the file in his hand and said kindly:

"Agent Jerry, after the operation, you need time to recover and adapt, not only your spirit, but also your body..."

"Let me ask you first. Have you felt any discomfort recently, or what's wrong with your body..."

The blonde interrupted him impatiently before his voice fell:

"I feel good. I think I can be on duty at any time!"

Colson, who was interrupted, changed his expression slightly and just wanted to speak:

"This is..."

Just then, the man named "Jerry" suddenly made an unexpected move:

He suddenly stretched out his hand and rudely grabbed the pen on the table!

Then, with a look of obsession, he began to doodle on the desktop.

With a raised eyebrow, Colson stopped the two agents who were coming and focused on the table.

What the man painted on the table was a strange pattern composed of circles, diamonds and straight lines.

Colson looked at it carefully for a moment, confused.

Just when Colson was thinking about whether to find a language or pattern expert to see what these patterns mean, "bang", the man suddenly smashed his hands on the desktop, which scared Colson to move back.

Looking at the man's face full of confusion and anger, Colson frowned and said to the two agents already ready to go:

"Take him back to the ward!"

。。。。。。

After staying in the underground base for about a week, Colson's inner uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

He knew that this project was originally a plan beyond ordinary people's imagination. I also know that not every scientific research project will go smoothly. Most of them need some time to slowly achieve their initial goals.

However, the deeper into the project, Colson's conscience began to ask himself the same question:

"Is that really right?"

Especially when he saw that the six subjects who had a very good postoperative adaptation gradually began to deteriorate after the initial physical recovery stage.

He began to feel that this was a very wrong decision.

After a long night of tossing and turning for several nights, Coulson finally made a decision that should have been made!

。。。

In a dark office, Colson, who is integrated with the darkness, sits in front of an encrypted laptop and looks at the camera with a dignified face.

Coughing, coughing, Coulson cleared his throat. After taking a deep breath, he pressed the confirm key on the keyboard.

With a "drop", the computer starts recording:

"Good morning, director Frey."

"I'm sorry to tell you that I'm going to submit my resignation..."