No taboos in the world

Chapter 197 You must not die!

The Arctic is covered with ice and snow.

The biting cold wind can really blow into people's bones.

Hong Chen was still wearing a suit, and he had taken off his jacket. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, and the objects on his right arm formed into tattoos.

There is no blizzard, no cold wind, and at least even my hair won’t be messed up.

Compared with the agents around him who were wearing thick winter clothes, fur hats, masks and goggles, he was very unique.

The blizzard blocked out the sky, the light was dim, and visibility was extremely low.

Crossing the snowfield, the lights ahead were dim and the humming sound of machinery gradually became louder.

Entering a solid ice tunnel sloping downward, the wind and snow stopped suddenly.

When he reached the end, a metal door appeared, and the agents who were busy going in and out immediately stopped and greeted him.

"Sir!"

Hong Chen nodded and walked all the way to the innermost part.

More than seventy years of freezing had left the interior of the cabin covered with white frost.

At the entrance, Coulson had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Hong Chen, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you wearing so little?"

"It's not cold. Open the door."

SHIELD and CIA agents stepped forward together.

Coulson came to Hong Chen and looked at him curiously: "Are you really not cold at all? It's more than 40 degrees below zero here!"

"I have a bad temper, is that a problem?" Hong Chen glanced at him.

Coulson: Of course there is a problem, and it's a big problem! Can a normal person have such a strong ability to resist cold?

But seeing that Hong Chen was unwilling to talk more, he did not continue to ask.

However, Hong Chen’s archival information will need to be updated later.

Soon, the agents from the two agencies worked together to dismantle the metal door, and a cold air that had accumulated over the years suddenly emerged like a thick white mist.

When the fog cleared, a huge cockpit appeared before our eyes.

Hong Chen was naturally the first to walk in.

Without looking any further, he immediately locked onto the block of ice on the ground.

Take a step forward and stomp your foot.

The ice crackled with a crackling sound.

After sweeping away the ice with his feet, an object of striking color was exposed.

White stars, blue background, with red and white rings around them.

Maybe other people still need to think about what this thing is, but as a veteran fan for decades, Coulson is very familiar with it.

Hong Chen raised his foot again.

Coulson quickly exclaimed: "Wait a minute!"

Of course Hong Chen would not listen to him. He stepped on the ice and it completely cracked. The shield frozen in it flew up instantly and was caught steadily by Hong Chen with one hand.

He raised the shield lightly, and then stretched out his hand to emit a few metallic sounds.

"Hey, why does this thing look more and more familiar to me?"

Coulson strode forward and accidentally fell on his butt, but he climbed up without a care in the world, his eyes fixed on the shield, reaching out to touch it but not touching it.

"Director Hong, be careful, this... this is..."

"What is it?"

Coulson licked his lips and was very excited: "If I'm not mistaken, this is Captain America's shield!"

After these words were spoken, except for Hong Chen, the other agents around could not help but look at each other in confusion.

Although Captain America existed very early, his fame grew with the government's promotion after his disappearance, which led to his gaining many later fans like Coulson.

"So that's it."

Hong Chen pretended to be in realization and nodded, then handed the shield to the CIA agent behind him: "Take it back, and let Jiali put it in my office."

The agent was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it.

Coulson's eyes twitched wildly, and he said hurriedly: "Director Hong, this...to be honest, this thing actually belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"is it?"

"Yes, we have detailed records. It was made by Howard Stark, Mr. Tony Stark's father. And Mr. Howard is actually one of the earliest founders of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh, so that's how it is. It's really an interesting history."

Coulson laughed: "Yeah, even Tony didn't know the relationship between his father and S.H.I.E.L.D. before. So, leave this thing to us."

As he said this, he winked.

The SHIELD agent behind immediately reached out to the CIA agent.

"Wait a minute."

When Hong Chen spoke, Coulson secretly thought that something was wrong.

"If I remember correctly, when you asked me to excavate here together, you said that you only wanted the information and didn't want to take anything inside." Hong Chen looked into Coulson's eyes.

Coulson smiled bitterly: "Yes, but..."

"That's right, don't say but, I don't want to hear it."

"Director Hong..."

"If I hear you make another noise, I'll throw you out."

Coulson was extremely embarrassed, but since he was in the wrong, he had no way to pursue the matter further. He could only shut up for the time being and think about how to solve the problem next.

After walking a few steps forward, Hong Chen suddenly pointed to the pile of ice in the corner.

"Smash it open."

CIA agents immediately stepped forward to chip the ice.

After a while, the outer layer of ice fell off, revealing a color similar to that of the shield.

Coulson's eyes widened and his breathing quickened.

After a while, half of the body appeared in the ice, and he wanted to cry. But Hong Chen still hugged his shoulders and said in surprise: "Wow, Coulson, this seems to be the body of your idol...! The Arctic is really a good place. After so many years of death, it still looks alive."

Coulson: Stop it, the child will cry if you continue!
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The Quinjet flew to New York carrying the important supplies collected on this trip.

Coulson sat next to the "corpse", his eyes blankly fixed.

"Don't be nervous. I'll have someone keep him in the freezer later. If you really miss him, you can come to see him in our CIA museum." Hong Chen said softly while sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

Coulson secretly clenched his fist and responded honestly: "Okay!"

I don’t know if the CIA Museum offers annual passes.

As he was admiring, Coulson's eyes suddenly fixed.

Why do I feel like his chest moved?
But when I looked closely, the noise suddenly disappeared.

A few minutes later, Coulson couldn't help but shake his head secretly: I'm really too tired recently, I'm even hallucinating...

Swish!
Coulson stood up suddenly, pointed at the "corpse" with astonishment, and shouted: "Director Hong! Look, he... he's still alive!!"

Hong Chen hid a smile on his face and said without raising his head: "Coulson, did you eat poisonous mushrooms this morning?"

After hearing what he said, Coulson calmed down again.

He stared with wide eyes and observed carefully.

After a moment, he smiled bitterly, sighed, and sat down.

However, before his buttocks touched the chair, he stood up again.

Turning around, he suddenly hugged Hong Chen's arm.

"Director Hong! He's still alive! Really, I saw his chest rise and fall twice, and just now, just now, his index finger moved slightly!"

Hong Chen opened his eyes and sighed, "Colson, you are too tired."

"No, Chief Hong, please believe me! I swear!" Coulson raised his hands: "If I lie, may God punish me by stabbing me to death from behind!"

"..."

Hong Chen glared: Brother, this kind of oath is not allowed to be made casually!

Also, did you make this oath behind our backs in the movie?
"Director Hong!" Coulson clenched his hands, his tone was sincere and his eyes were red.

Seeing a layer of mist rising from his eyes, Hong Chen said helplessly: "Okay, okay, we are almost there, let's send him to the hospital for examination immediately, okay?"

"Yeah!" Coulson wiped his eyes and nodded heavily, "Thank you, thank you! Director Hong, if...if he is really alive, then..."

"Then he is a CIA agent."

"Eh?"

Hong Chen held his hand and shook it again and again: "Thank you for bringing an excellent agent to the CIA. When he wakes up, I promise to ask him to give you a signed photo of the group photo."

Not long after.

The Quinjet landed at the CIA branch in New York, and Steve, covered in thick frost, was carried on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.

Coulson stood at the door of the police station, looking blankly at the CIA agent guarding the door.

"Hello, sir!"

Hong Chen patted his shoulder with satisfaction: "Very good, Thor. Your salute is very standard."

Thor put down his arms and smiled innocently: "Master, I feel very good recently. I seem to be about to find my true self."

"Great! Keep it up!"

Entering the building, Coulson looked back from time to time.

After walking a few steps, Coulson couldn't help but quickly walked to Hong Chen's side and said, "Director Hong, that was... was it Thor?"

"Ah."

"Odin's son, the god of thunder, Thor?"

"Don't talk nonsense, people will think I'm weak."

"But...he, how did he become a CIA agent? And he called you Master?"

Hong Chen grinned: "The contract was just signed a month ago. Besides, he is my apprentice."

Coulson opened his mouth, extremely confused: "What did you teach him?"

Hong Chen frowned: "You ask too many questions. Also, this is the CIA, why did you come in with me?"

"I……"

"Goodbye."

The elevator closed and Coulson stood there stupidly for a long time.

evening.

News came from the hospital that the corpse that was over 70 years old was actually alive.

When Hong Chen and Jiali arrived at the scene, Old Popsicle, who had just woken up, seemed to be in a daze and was pressing several SHIELD agents who had secretly broken into the ward to the ground and rubbing them.

Bang!
A figure flew out along with the door of the ward.

Then, a muscular man wearing only a pair of shorts also rushed out.

Jiali screamed and ran behind Hong Chen with a frightened look on her face.

Hong Chen looked at Steve who was coming towards him and decided to verify how powerful his 50-50 buff was.

In the eyes of Old Popsicle, Hong Chen was also a stumbling block, so he just raised his fist.

Hong Chen will meet the attack with his fist.

Boom!
Steve flew out.

He smashed the hospital reception desk, causing countless screams, and then lay in a pile of rubble, coughing up blood, with his arm broken at a strange angle.

"Fuck!"

Hong Chen exclaimed.

Coulson was about to cry.

"You must not die!" Hong Chen hurriedly said: "Doctor! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save him!!"
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[You have met the protagonist of the story, "Steve Rogers", and now you have two choices. ]

【First, help him fulfill his wish. 】

【Second, kill him.】

(End of this chapter)