Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 29 Mother Earth Is Protecting You
Nick Fury sat on the office chair and hung up the phone with a tired face.

An unknown explosion occurred in an underground base, and hundreds of scientific researchers and agents were forced to relocate; the plan of the Rubik's Cube to make weapons is still far away, and no progress has been seen so far; and for his son-in-law, General Ross of the military asked God The SHIELD participated in the hunt for the Hulk, and the half-hour-long quarrel on the phone made the always energetic Mare Frankman feel physically and mentally exhausted.

"Phil—" Fury, who had just pressed the call button on his desk and was about to call Phil Coulson to the office, let go of his hands helplessly. He just remembered that his most trusted confidant had gone on a business trip Went to Afghanistan.

When I think of Coulson, I think of another confidant agent, Maria Hill. She also received a new mission and went to Texas to investigate the vampire incident, and she will not come back for a while.

"These two guys have gotten very close lately..." Black Braised Dan leaned halfway on the back of the chair, a thought popped up in his mind for no reason.

Always remain skeptical and wary, and always have a reliable plan B-this is Nick Fury's life motto.In fact, from World War II to the present, it is this kind of caution and suspicion that has allowed him to struggle from desperation time and time again to this day, and become the leader of the largest secret service organization on earth.

He squeezed his brows hard, and quickly remembered.

"As I remember, both Phil and Maria were studying... magic at the same place recently?"

I haven't paid attention to this incident for a long time, and the black stewed egg with so many miscellaneous things almost forgot about it.Recalling Coulson's excitement at the time, he suddenly became a little interested.

"Let me see, what is that guy who claims to have magic doing recently?"

The standby display screen lit up, and the black mallet-like fingers clumsily tapped on the keyboard, and soon, the head of a young blond hair appeared on the screen.

Since the last time he discovered that this guy "may be of some use", Fury raised Couus Braddorf's surveillance level to B level, and the archive access authority to level seven.Obviously, this guy didn't get much attention. For more than a month, there were only a few insiders who read the information.

There was a new document in the archives, but Fury ignored it. Instead, he turned on the internal monitoring first—yes, when Cows was decorating the hotel, some agents mixed into the construction crowd, and secretly placed cameras and monitors. device.

But it's a pity that the whole screen is full of noise and hissing interference, and any monitoring electronic equipment in the hotel doesn't work.

"Boring guy..." Fury pouted.

This was completely within his expectation, and he could be listed as a "maybe useful" object. If he didn't even have the ability to guard against surveillance, it wouldn't be worth his time.

However, if you underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D. in this way, it would be too much to underestimate the official strength of a superpower, let alone Mr. Nick Fury, a terminally ill delusional cancer patient?
Outside the Mulgore Hotel, there were at least six hidden external cameras aimed at this simple and wild big tent, looking at everything in the sky, the ground, the south, the south, the north, and the west—this is the natural treatment for B-level surveillance objects.

So Fury easily saw the following picture.

In the dark night, a group of invisible shadows stood in the corner, and bright lightning bolts flew out, bursting into countless arcs of light in mid-air.

"Lightning? Is this his magic? Who is he attacking?" Fury zoomed in on the video, and vaguely saw a dozen bat-like things in midair. After being struck by lightning, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Fury, who had always been lacking in interest, slowly sat up straight, switched to another night scene camera, dragged the timeline, and found the scene where the mysterious innkeeper wielded a hammer and killed wantonly among the crowd.

"This is... a ninja, what does the Hand want to do in Hell's Kitchen?"

Mr. Director keenly thought of something, and he opened recent surveillance videos and related materials one by one.In an inconspicuous incident report, Black Braised Egg found a screenshot of a distant scene.It can be seen from the picture that a man swung a sledgehammer and hit another person heavily in the chest.

"There are indications that the deceased is the killer 'Bullseye' Lester Jangs under Jin Bin's command. The attacker is suspected to be the head of the Mulgore Inn, Kous Braddorf. The scene was cleaned up afterward. No more clues have been obtained. Suspected related documents TK-LGP3254/TK-LGP3263..."

Although the shooting distance is far away and the picture is a little blurry, Fury can be sure immediately-it is the same hammer!
"An innkeeper with supernatural powers, and at the same time fell out with the New York gangsters and the Hand, should I say he is stunned, or is he too confident?"

With a hint of playful expression, Fury opened the related file, a photo of Cows walking out of Jinbin's office building, which made Braised a little stunned.

"After killing Bullseye, can he walk out of Jin Bing's office safely? It seems that this guy is not as stupid as he imagined, or in other words, did he and Jin Bing reach some unknown agreement in private?"

"But it doesn't matter, whatever this group of guys do, they fight back and forth just for a few steel coins, and they can't turn the world upside down."

The rich and powerful Mr. Director quickly defined this kind of behavior as "black eating black", and then threw the guild and New York gangs behind him.But he also began to have a little interest in Cows—after all, he could kill Bullseye alone and slaughter dozens of hand ninjas, and the elite agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were no more than that.

"At least to the level of my old friend..." Fury closed the page, and planned to lean on the office chair for a while, even for 5 minutes.

But Fury didn't know that the "old friend" in his mind, who could be called the benchmark of combat power, was walking down from the second floor of the hotel refreshed, and greeted the hotel owner Cows peacefully. Not at all like the anti-hero who acts extremely murderous.

"Hi, good morning, Cous!"

"Good morning, Frank!" Couss was sitting by the brazier baking bread, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good!" Frank gave a thumbs up, "Although I don't understand how you did it, there is no solid wall here, nor is there a reinforced platoon of guards, and there are no heavy weapons or sniper points... But here It does make me feel very safe.”

Couss laughed.

What could be safer than NPC buildings?It couldn't be locked and couldn't be destroyed. Even if the Destroyer Deathwing tore apart the continent of Azeroth, it couldn't hurt half a hair here.To be honest, even if a few nuclear bombs were detonated in Hell's Kitchen, it would probably be this little Mulgore Inn that would last.

He didn't answer directly, but uttered a thunderous line.

"That's because... Mother Earth is protecting you!"

Frank, who thought it was a joke, laughed. He pulled a chair by the brazier and sat down. He took the deliciously toasted and warm bread, and asked in a negotiating tone, "Yesterday's spirits...is there any more?" ? I can buy it at a high price!"

"The last 19 bottles! I'll give it to you!" Cows winked at Frank, "You can store it on the counter and drink it slowly when you live in the store!"

Frank had a great impression of this generous innkeeper, and he agreed simply.

"This guy is really good. If a case of out-of-print wine is auctioned, it will be worth thousands of dollars, and he gave it to me just like that!"

He didn't know that Cows was also snickering. A set of Godok spirits made by hand rubbing cost zero, but in exchange for a guest who can stay for 20 days.It is equivalent to two thousand dollars, and it is simply a no-cost business-at worst, this recipe will not be rubbed in the future.

"What a good man..." Cows/Frank sighed in unison.

(End of this chapter)