My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 143 The 11th day of Leni's absence, miss her
Hitwell hung up the phone, with a mocking expression on his face, and a soft snort.

"It's just a pawn, how dare you talk to me like that."

Just now, Sitwell, who just walked out of the Chinese restaurant recommended by Leni, received an encrypted message.

After Hitwell's decryption, the translated information turned out to be:
"Don't reveal Lainie Stark's identity to Artef Morgan."

Hitwell was a little surprised. This sentence revealed too much information, and he was a little confused for a while.

Wasn't that fellow Artef Morgan sent by the top to search for the whereabouts of that lord?

It is said that he has been active in the Arctic Circle for the past two years. How could he have anything to do with that girl Lai Ni?

Or... Coulson's field mission this time is to go to the North Pole?

Does this mean that...

Before Hitwell figured out the key, the cell phone in his arms rang, and when he took it out, it turned out to be Atef Morgan.

Hitwell's pupils shrank slightly, and he became more determined in his guess, which led to the previous part of the conversation.

Through simple communication, Hitwell has already guessed the matter in sevens and eighties.

It can make Coulson so interested, and it needs to take Lenny to go to the North Pole to carry out the task.

I'm afraid it can only be SHIELD's snowman plan to find Captain America.

It's just that Hitwell doesn't think that the restarted Snowman project will be successful this time. It is estimated that the result will be the same as last year, and it will return in vain.

Lai Ni thought it would only provide some convenience. She is not clairvoyant, she can see the plane through the vast sea.

With only their plane, trying to find Captain America in the vast Arctic Ocean, isn't that looking for a needle in a haystack?
And taking a step back, even if they found that fighter plane, so what?

In the end, it is not something that will be turned into one's own by the higher authorities.

What belongs to Hydra will eventually belong to Hydra.

As for this Atef Morgan?
who cares?
What does it matter to us whether he dies or not?
He said that he said he was a Hydra, is that a Hydra?

A chess piece is a chess piece after all, never try to jump out of the chessboard.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on Hitwell's face again, and then he put away the phone.

"Let's go, go back to the game, I have to work overtime again today. Ah ~ uncomfortable ~ I have already started to miss Leni, without the alchemy potion she provided for free, the days of overtime work are too difficult!"

Stretching, Hitwell sighed.

"Leni's 11th day, miss her~"

……

Listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Colonel Atef Morgan looked a little gloomy.

Of course he could hear the sarcasm in Hitwell's mouth, and he could even imagine the guy laughing at himself.

Isn't it just relying on being a popular person around that gentleman, what's so great about it!
Obviously he is in the same period, so why can he enjoy both sides of Nick Fury and that gentleman!

Is it because I joined Hydra later than you Hitwell?
Colonel Morgan was very indignant, his envy and resentment had nowhere to vent, so he could only vent his anger on the sandbags in the captain's cabin.

He is obviously equally good, both civil and military, so how can he be able to dominate the bureau.

But I have to stay in this stupid Arctic Circle for several years!

Why is he?
The depression in Artef Morgan's heart became deeper and deeper, and his dissatisfaction with Hydra became more and more obvious.

"captain?"

Jason's puzzled voice came from outside the door.

"It's okay! I'm practicing boxing, you go to rest!"

With a sigh of relief, Captain Morgan straightened the sandbag and shouted out the door.

Jason didn't think too much about it. He had been with the captain for a while and knew what the sandbags in his training room were for.

"Damn Sitwell, sooner or later, I will make you look good!"

……

"Miss Leni, you mean that crew member named Jason..."

Simmons was a little scared, and couldn't help reaching out and hugging Skye beside him.

"I'm just saying that. All in all, you just have to be careful with that guy. I always feel that the way he looks at us is not right."

Lenny sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the P30L firearm parts in one hand and a gun cleaning cloth in the other, and was maintaining the gun.

Skye, who was watching the movements of Leni's hands, was also wiping the Glock 19 on his hands with the same attention.

"I haven't seen a woman for more than half a year. Is this normal?"

After being in the society for so long, he is still safe and sound. Skye also has two brushes.

She didn't think there was anything strange in the way Jason looked at her, since the rest of the crew were similar to him anyway.

"That person is different. There is not only desire in his eyes."

Melinda held a thick French book in her arms, and judging from the speed and thickness of the pages she turned, she had been reading that book for a while.

"I also feel, especially the way he looks at me today, makes me very uncomfortable."

Sitting on the upper bunk, Meister put away the sunglasses that Leni had given him, a chill flashed in his eyes.

"Look, apparently I'm not the only one who thinks something's wrong with him."

Leni shrugged, and then looked at Simmons who was next to Skye in a strange way.

"Your scientific research team, haven't you had any shooting training? Why did I ask Fitz today if he would use a gun and he said no?"

Simmons shook his head and explained:
"We normally don't have this kind of training. Only those scientific researchers who are often exposed to field work will be required to undergo shooting training."

While speaking, Simmons sighed.

"It stands to reason that both Fitz and I should go through testing and training first, but Agent Coulson was more anxious and gave us the green light."

I see, Leni nodded in understanding.

"If that's the case, then you and Skye will be together to protect Fitz. Make sure you have someone by your side and don't act alone."

Lenny reloaded the P30L, loaded it, and checked the chamber.

"I always feel that this icebreaker is not as simple as our surface looks."

Melinda flicked the book in her hands, and looked up at Leni, without any expression on her face.

"Leni, you know the identity of Captain Atef Morgan. If this matter is not handled well, you may be punished when you go back."

However, there was no trace of fear on Leni's face.

"Heh, it's okay, Braised Egghead can't do anything to me."

Hearing this address, the girls were taken aback and looked at each other.

"The braised egg head you are talking about...isn't it Director Fury?"

Melinda obviously knew what a marinated egg was, and the expression on her face was a little subtle.

Come to think of it, Nick Fury does look a bit like...

Shaking her head and throwing out some impolite thoughts in her mind, Melinda forced herself to pretend she didn't hear.

"Besides that one-eyed braised egg head, who else could it be?"

Leni didn't care. Anyway, he didn't do anything to him when he said that to his face, and he was even less afraid when he said it behind his back.

The girls could only silently give her a thumbs up.

"It still has to be you..."

(End of this chapter)