Chapter 95： Coordinate hell's black marinated egg

Melinda May is dead.

Locke was pretty sure of that.

but……

After what Rosa just said, Locke became a little curious about whether Nick Fury and Phil Coulson died.

It's not bad.

There are traitors in SHIELD.

... No, it should be said that the Hydra team was mixed with spies of S.H.I.E.L.D. The S.H.I.E.L.D. thought they were not exposed, but in fact, Hydra saw it all.

soon.

Emails were answered quickly.

"...Sir, didn't you shoot down the plane that Nick Fury and Coulson were on?"

"I didn't see the body."

"If the gentleman is worried about this, there is no need."

"If they were dead, why didn't S.H.I.E.L.D. send someone out to the river to salvage them?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has been banned by the Security Council from all non-essential actions, especially Nick Fury and Phil Coulson, who are no longer S.H.I.E.L.D. people, and they are already dead."

"……Yes?"

"Yes, after you shot down the plane, we disguised as FBI agents and went to the scene, but the stakes were high, and we didn't take Nick Fury's body out of the public eye."

"So Nick Fury is dead?"

"Yes, I assure you, sir!"

"..."

Locke touched his chin.

so……

Are Nick Fury and Phil Coulson still dead?

Or, is Hydra lying?

"Ah."

Locke directly closed the notebook in his hand: "Why am I thinking so much about it? Check it out for yourself, don't you know?"

Laughed.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

He's got a plug-in.

Said to send Nick Fury to hell, Locke said it!

Captain Marvel couldn't hold back when he came.

Locke speaks!

next second.

Locke shakes his right hand!

Track Cards!

Location card!

"Nick Fury!"

Locke directly tore the two cards in his hand, thought to himself, and then looked at the picture instantly blessed by the plug-in: "I spent the original price of 2,000 potential points to serve you alone, you Face, it's getting bigger."

In an instant!

A tracking map unfolded instantly.

Immediately after.

A positioning map appeared directly.

but……

WTF?

Locke raised his eyebrows, looking at the endless magma and fire in the picture, as well as the scene in the city like the end of the day, a little speechless.

where is this?

Ding!

The positioning is successful, the target, Nick Fury, is located in the **** dimension, the coordinates have been sent successfully, and it will continue to refresh within half an hour!

Ding!

The tracking is successful, the target, Nick Fury, has shown you the latest route, the nearest **** dimension channel, Texas, the Grand Canyon, this channel will be closed in three hours, please arrive in time to enter the **** dimension.

"..."

Locke blinked, got up, and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

no.

He needs to be quiet!

after awhile.

Locke washed his face, then walked out.

Ears can be deceiving.

Eyes can also be deceiving.

Even people can deceive people.

but……

Plug-ins will not lie to him. Over the years, although Locke consumes as little of his points as possible, he will still use them when facing some difficult targets.

He knows how to be flexible.

Tracking cards and locating cards are not deceiving, and there is no one or anything that can deceive them.

so……

Both the tracking card and the location card say that Nick Fury is already in the **** dimension, so Nick Fury must be weird, and then ran to the **** dimension.

Here comes the question.

Hydra also confirmed that Nick Fury was dead, and then, his card also confirmed, so, Rosa, what happened to not seeing Nick Fury on the helicopter?

Locke shook his head.

Just make sure you're dead.

The Queen.

an apartment.

"Sir."

Phil Coulson, who had been living in this secret apartment for a day, looked at Nick Fury, who didn't even turn on the lights. In the dark, he couldn't seem to find anyone. Nick Fury frowned: "Why didn't you tell the bureau to pick us up? ?"

Sitting on the sofa, Nick Fury, who was perfectly integrated with the darkness, had a black light in one eye, but it was too dark, the black was bright, and it was also black: "There is a ghost in the bureau!"

Coulson was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Is there a ghost in S.H.I.E.L.D.?

who?

"We evacuate, who knows about this?"

"Uh……"

"He came too soon."

Nick Fury took something out of his pocket and threw it directly on the table.

Coulson took advantage of a little light from the outside, rubbed it in his hand, and frowned: "Our location tracker?"

"right."

Nick Fury nodded.

It was found under the body of the car he was in, but it was damaged.

but.

Who can install tracking and positioning on their cars, besides their own people?

It's a pity that Nick Fury doesn't know that some people are priceless, but some people are cheap, such as the driver who drives the car. In fact, it only needs to spend twenty thousand dollars to buy it.

It's not as expensive as a Lightning surface-to-air individual missile.

"and……"

Nick Fury said in a deep voice, "How did our information be exposed?"

Coulson froze slightly.

Yes.

If it's just the name, it's okay to say, but, that time, what was provided to the court was not only the name, but even their position within SHIELD?

This thing, except that it was leaked internally, is basically impossible for anyone to know.

Coulson returned to his senses: "Then sir, what should we do?"

"Wait."

"what?"

Nick Fury once again took out a stack of things from his arms and threw it on the sofa: "If the culprit is our insider, then he should act soon. Before he doesn't act, we will first. Hide in the dark."

talking.

Nick Fury squinted one eye and spit out a sentence: "Number two!"

Coulson looked at Nick Fury.

Number two!

The first phase of the SHIELD Academy was enrolled at the same time as the No. 1 Agent Victoria Knox, a taciturn agent who defected with Victoria Knox back then.

Nick Fury now seriously suspects that this second agent is the unparalleled assassin.

only……

"That CIA agent, any news on Lorraine Broughton?"

"no."

Coulson shook his head: "Before we were arrested, we only found out that the official record of Lorraine Broughton was already dead."

And then, just as they were about to continue, they went to jail.

While answering Nick Fury's question, Coulson looked at the documents Nick Fury had just thrown on the table. With the faint light, he could see that they were two fake documents.

"This is……"

"Our ID."

Nick Fury said: "Leave New York early tomorrow morning and go to Texas!"

"what?"

"No matter how cunning the prey is, it is impossible to be perfect when hiding its tracks. Only by going to the prey's lair can we find evidence."

"...Okay, then, can you turn on some water and let me take a bath?"

"can not."

"……Ok."

Late at night.

Nick Fury in the dark, his eyes flashing green, staring over there, wrapped in clothes, sleeping soundly, Phil Coulson, who was very heavy, touched his chin.

"I don't know how long this face will last."

"..."

...

the next day.

"Aqiu!"

"God bless you."

Hearing Locke's sneeze, Gwen subconsciously said a blessing, then took out a few tissues and handed them over, looking at Locke who was driving: "Have you caught a cold?"

Locke inhaled his clogged nose and hummed: "It's possible, maybe the air conditioner was turned on last night."

air conditioner?

Gwen turned his head and looked out the window. The first snow had suddenly fallen since the early hours of the morning.

On such a cold day, turn on the air conditioner to sleep?

Gwen recovered, looking at Locke thoughtfully.

Locke saw it out of the corner of his eye and glanced at it: "There were mosquitoes in the bedroom yesterday, don't worry, I'm not sick, I'm healthy, and I'm also mentally healthy. I don't need to see a doctor, nor a psychiatrist."

Gwen shrugged. "I didn't say that."

Locke chuckled.

You didn't say it, that's what your expression looks like.

come to school.

Locke, who had just got out of the car, sneezed again.

From the co-pilot, Gwen, who was wearing a pink down jacket, looked at Locke, who had put a wool coat on him: "Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

Locke took out his schoolbag from the back seat and waved his hand: "No, we cowboys believe that people can overcome the disease with their own flesh."

Gwen walked up to Locke and complained: "So in the past few years, orthodox cowboys are almost extinct."

feet.

Touch your forehead.

Gwen blinked: "It's not too hot."

Locke shrugged: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while, you have to trust my recovery ability."

Gwen remembered Locke's extraordinary resilience.

Any chance to do some blood research?

Gwen tilted his head and looked at Locke, who had already taken steps and walked ahead, thinking so in his heart, and then quickly chased after him.

Locke was also curious.

He has put the tenacity talent to the extraordinary level two, and the whole body can ignore the small-caliber arms, but why, can't resist this small cold.

He did have a cold.

Probably because of the sea breeze in Manhattan Harbor last night.

but.

Compared to getting up in the morning, I was still a little confused, but now, it is almost a lot better.

into the classroom.

Several other students with better academic performance looked at Locke like this, and their eyes lit up. Good guy, the second place in the ninth grade caught a cold. This is an opportunity.

The third student was eager to try.

but……

The reality is very cruel. Even if Locke is ill, it will not change. The fact that Locke is joking, being sick will not affect his speed at all.

Even let Locke do the problem faster.

By noon, he raced against time and took three exams. Locke, who had slept for most of the time, had recovered, biting the sandwich in his hand to replenish his strength.

Gwen, who was sitting opposite , looked at Locke, who was still listless in the morning, and at this moment in high spirits. The idea of ​​taking Locke's blood to study and research became stronger and stronger.

"Wow."

Kenm, who was also finishing his class, came from not far away, looked at his best friend who was looking at Locke without blinking, he couldn't help but pushed, put the plate away and said, "Gwen, Why don't you go to the city hall this holiday?"

Gwen looked at Kem suspiciously. "What am I going to do at City Hall?"

Do I still need permission from the city hall to draw Locke's blood?

Kem blinked, looked at Locke, who was also looking at him, and smiled: "Go and take an oath and get a certificate. Anyway, in New York, you can get married when you are sixteen years old."

"Cough cough!"

Locke made a fist with his right hand and coughed a few times.

good guy.

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