Chapter 3132

Earth 40K, at this time.

In the top floor office of the three curved wing building, Frey looked at the people on the other side of the desk with a cigar in his hand. The air was full of inexplicable atmosphere:

"Dugan, don't ask why, just answer me, can the howling commando finish the task?"

Although he said serious words, he was an old comrade in arms after all. Frey rolled a high-end cigar from the table to the bearded man in a bowler hat.

It was Dame Duggan who was called to the office, but the fat man with a big belly looked embarrassed. He caught the cigar and sighed:

"Nick, do you really know what you're talking about?"

In the dark, Frey stood up and looked out at the night view through the tempered glass. Washington DC has no lights and skyscrapers in New York, but more green spaces and fountains.

Of course, at night, it looks like it's just dark. Occasionally, a plane flies by to see the lights passing on the lake downstairs.

"I'm very sober. I can't explain why I gave you such a task. I just need you to execute the order."

"My team can't accept such orders." Dugan threw the folder in his hand on the desk, answered impatiently, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette: "you're completely crazy. How many doors do you want me to find for you? Maybe a green door, a red door, a brown door. If there is no door, maybe a window is OK? Are you sure you didn't eat anything wrong? "

"No." Frey didn't even look back, but carried his hands behind his back: "you didn't finish reading the information I gave you. It's not an ordinary door and window. They contain energy. They are doors and windows that can lead to the parallel universe. By the way, if they're not doors and windows, the manhole cover of the sewer may also be."

Remembering the smiling expression of the death knell, Frey added the sewer again.

Dugan then picked up the mission briefing and looked at it carefully, which was regarded as the pressure of his spleen, but shook his head after reading it: "I don't have enough hands. Although there are werewolves, vampires and monsters like human beings in the howling commando team, how many doors and windows are there on the earth? How can I give you a fan to check? "

"The Druid master of Kamata Taj is now the mystery consultant of the Divine Shield Bureau. I'll temporarily lend him to you." Frey turned back to his desk and sat down, shaking his cigar on the ashtray. "If he wants to know, he must know. All you need to do is take the information that the knell knows out of the Druid's mouth."

"That's the man of Kama Taj. How do you want me to pay?" Dugan also sat down and tilted his short legs on the desk: "hard won't work, but I'm a soldier, and routine is not my specialty."

"Think of your own way. I just want the result, even if you drugged him or sold your ass." Frey didn't want to continue the topic and waved Dugan to carry out the order: "now leave my office and get things done, lieutenant."

Dugan raised his hand and saluted silently, but there was no good words in his mouth: "yes, sir. In addition, fuck you. I owe you in my last life? Nick, good things never come to my roaring commandos. You come to me every time you have problems. "

Hearing his complaint, the marinated egg smiled: "get out. You owed me several lives during World War II. Now you pay my debts honestly."

Dugan held his cigar in his mouth, raised his middle finger to the director, bowed his head and walked away, sighing and groaning as he walked.

When he went out, he passed by a man with blond hair, wearing a brown leather jacket and a kind smile on his face:

"Good evening, Dugan. Do you look in a bad mood? Have a drink tonight? Natasha sent me a text message not long ago, saying that she found a new bar very interesting, called big bird Zhuanzhuan le. "

"Good evening, too, Captain, but don't drink. We all know that you can't get drunk at all." Dugan smiled bitterly, and his lips wriggled under his thick beard. "Frey gave me a confidential task. I can't explain it to you."

"I see. I won't ask, but have you received the invitation?"

Steve smiled, held the door handle and said something else.

"What invitation?" Dugan stopped. He took off his cigar and held it in his hand. "Almost all the comrades we know are dead?"

"This." The captain took out a piece of hard paper with lace bow from his jacket and shook it in his hand: "the wedding invitation of the dead waiter. I went fishing with Bucky this afternoon. When I got home, I found an invitation in the toilet in the bathroom."

"The invitation of the dead waiter in the toilet... You just take it?" Dugan's expression became very admirable and compared with a thumb: "I've been convinced of you since the past. It seems that you've never been afraid of getting sick."

The captain scratched his eyebrows silently and put the white invitation in front of beard:

"Don't say that. The death waiter is really dirty and smelly, and the lower limit of morality and life is a little low, but he is a cancer patient and cancer is not contagious. In addition, his invitation was wrapped in plastic film earlier, and my toilet was also washed very clean. "

Dame took a puff of smoke and shook his head. "I'm a little uncertain about that man, Steve, you know what I'm talking about."

The captain nodded and patted the sleeve of his jacket: "I don't know him well, let alone whether he is a villain, but people sent an invitation. I think we should go out of courtesy."

"No, I'm just talking about the sewer connected to the toilet." Dugan turned away and didn't take the note to observe: "I haven't taken care of going home, but if I also receive the invitation, we can take a taxi together."

"It's a deal." The captain smiled and walked into Frey's office in a good mood: "Nick, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Fry pulled as like as two peas of hard paper: "I asked you for this story, and five minutes ago, suddenly, I got an invitation and death service in my office toilet."

The captain of the United States nodded and stood straight at the table: "you want me to check how this invitation appeared in everyone's toilet."

"This is the headquarters of the Divine Shield Bureau, and I'm the director of the Divine Shield Bureau. Now someone can go in and out of the bathroom of my private office at will. I don't want to see me next time he comes back... 'busy', do you understand?"

"I'm not sure if I can talk to him, but I'll ask spider man for you. The child is very close to the death waiter."

Steve put away his invitation, pushed back Frey's, and turned to leave:

"What I think is that there should be no malice in the death service. He has perfused the invitation."

"It doesn't matter, but I don't want to see him in my toilet. What is he? Japanese ghost? Reach out from the toilet and touch my black ass? "

Frey waved that he had nothing to say. He turned his chair and continued to look out of the window:

"I'll go to the wedding, but Captain, I can't let the dead waiter do whatever he wants. Go to talk to him. By the way, check the bride named Xia Kela. She's not in the s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. database. It's like she came out suddenly."

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