Chapter 199

The riots in New York did not attract Pierce's attention at all. He believed that Nick would strive for the greatest benefit for the s.h.i.e.l.d. although this benefit may be very difficult for Hydra, he is now concerned about what Nick Frey entrusted him!

"So, you CIA locked someone up here and took him away in less than a month?" Wearing a black baseball cap, the warden wiped his wet hand, then sat down in his chair and looked curiously at the man sitting opposite him.

This man is not like any CIA official he has met. Those guys either look like ordinary middle-aged office workers or like high spirited detectives who have just graduated from school. In short, they don't seem to have any connection with intelligence personnel (the CIA never calls themselves agents). But in front of this man with CIA documents, He looks more like a gloomy assassin. He doesn't wear a suit and a black leather jacket. He also includes the unconscious bending of the index finger of his right hand, which is the symbol of holding a gun as a conditioned reflex. The hairline and hairstyle remind him of the punk style of the 60s and 70s of the last century.

"Yes, what's the problem?" John Garrett crossed his legs in a leisurely manner. They came here with complete documents and correct procedures. As for the warden to verify their identity, ha ha, it was just a dream. When he called Langley, he always got nothing but no comment.

"Well, you can take people away!" The warden simply doesn't think about those problems. Anyway, he is just a small warden. He earns a little dead salary every month. Of course, he can occasionally get some oil and water from the prisoners, or go to the female prisoners to play the little game of pirate captain hey hey. What has something to do with him at the top?

"Of course, thank you!" Garrett got up, picked up the leather gloves he had left on the table, then walked out of the gate and went up along the wall. The electrified barbed wire was attached to the towering concrete wall. The guards carrying weapons watched the prisoners blowing under the wall warily. If there was a slight wind and grass, there would be guards wearing heavy armor and batons coming out from the small door under the wall, Give those guys love training, and there is a clear distinction between prisoners. White skin and black skin are divided into large groups, and then they are divided into small groups according to their nationality.

"There he is!" The warden pointed to a circle of white people in the corner.

"That group is either British or Australians. Opposite them are France and Germany. There are Russians and Koreans fighting!"

Garrett half squinted at the middle-aged man surrounded by four or five big men who looked like an old farmer from Yorkshire.

Perhaps aware that someone was watching him, Jonah Allen raised his head, looked at Garrett and others on the wall, smiled, then raised his right hand and raised his middle finger.

"Will you teach him a lesson?" The s.h.i.e.l.d. agent behind Garrett whispered.

"No, no!" Garrett smiled. This guy has a personality. He likes it!

After handing over the formalities, Jonah in shackles was sent to the Kun fighter waiting outside the prison by heavily armed soldiers.

"Untie it for him!" On the plane, Garrett sat opposite Allen, staring into each other's eyes and saying nothing.

"You're not the CIA!" Being stared at by a big master, Rao is an old agent who can't carry it.

"Why?"

"The CIA doesn't have this!" Alan knocked on the armor plate behind him.

"In that case, we don't hide it. We're the s.h.i.e.l.d., Mr. Jonah Allen!"

"Divine Shield! ha-ha! I guess my freedom is expensive! "

"Yes, Mr. Allen, s.h.i.e.l.d. needs you and what's in your head!"

"I don't understand! I'm just an ordinary terrorist! "

"Really?" Garrett released a collection of monster sounds.

"To be frank, we need some people who know these big guys, and you are the only one who dug the tunnel into those guys' nests!"

"In that case, I have a condition!"

"S.h.i.e.l.d. never talks about terms with terrorists! Mr Allen! " The serious bald man walked out of the cockpit.

"Really? What if I have information on how to control those guys? " Alan crossed his legs.

"It's impossible, the information we have......" when the bald man was about to say that no one could control those guys, he suddenly got stuck.

"Your intelligence is out of date!"

"Well, say your terms!" Garrett motioned baldheaded to shut up first.

"I need 100 million dollars!"

"It's impossible!"

"After listening, what if I can help you find a giant beast comparable to the lizard in San Francisco?"

"How could it be that all the monsters were taken in by the emperor? Wait, you mean, there are monsters that the Emperor didn't find!" Although the bald brother is greedy, timid and lecherous, he is not stupid. He is surprised at first, and then ecstatic. The hydra is about to rise!

"Where is the monster?"

"100 million dollars!"

"The s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. doesn't talk to terrorists..." the bald man wanted to emphasize his principle again. From his earphone came his boss's order, "give it to him!"

Alexander pierce also eavesdropped on the channel. The information Nick Frey gave him explained in detail that Jonah Allen disappeared for half a year when he was on a mission in Southeast Asia more than a decade ago, and then reappeared. After that, he frantically collected a lot of information about prehistoric civilization after work. What absolutely happened to him in that half a year!

"Sir?"

"Give it to him!" Pierce's tone was very firm.

"Yes!" The bald man can only nod.

"The money can be given to you, but we have to get the coordinates first and the information you said. We must make sure it is effective before we can give it to you!"

"Of course, so where shall we go first?" Alan asked with a smile.

"Washington!"

It's not just Alan Jonah, but the Divine Shield Bureau has been wielding a hoe against imperial organizations in the United States and many allies. After all, compared with the rich and powerful Divine Shield Bureau, the funds of imperial organizations have always been inclined to research. The salaries of all personnel can only be regarded as medium and superior, but everyone should enjoy them. Wives want famous brand clothes, sons and daughters want to go to famous schools, They also have to buy some good cigarettes and wine occasionally, and these expenses naturally can not be paid by the organization's funds. Therefore, the Divine Shield bureau did dig a lot of researchers to change jobs in the past, but they can't find any flaws for those core scientists because they won't have access to the core layer for a while and a half.