Fishing In The Four Emperors Territory? All Marine Escort!

Compared with the bad mood of the New York Police Department Commissioner, Nick Fury is in a much better mood now.

He put the newspaper in his hand, walked to the window with a smile on his face, and looked happily at the lake outside the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Although he was mentally prepared for Eric's ability, he was still taken aback when he saw the report.

"Even so, it's not the whole history of this kid."

He muttered to himself, completely trusting his hunch.

Immediately, a kind of happiness welled up in his heart.

They are a gang. They're way more reliable than this S.H.I.E.L.D. crap.

He, Nick Fury, is going to fight for the safety of the whole world, not the fucking Hydra.

He couldn't help cursing when he thought of the hard work he had put in for S.H.I.E.L.D. over the years.

He took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and dialed the phone. When the phone rang, he said, "Have you read today's news? 193"

"Look, it's the mutant"

"Police? With them? Huh!"

Nick Fury said with a smile: "Our SHIELD has been paying attention to this matter, yes, any news about this mutant will be sent to me as soon as possible, and all actions must go through me!"

"The opponent's strength is very strong, so avoid causing heavy casualties."

As soon as the voice fell, he hung up the phone, then took out another secret mobile phone, edited the message and sent it to Eric.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is about to move. Stay connected and stay safe.

Just when Eric was getting ready and Charles was getting ready for school, Monk came to New York with nothing to do.

With nothing to do, he came to New York.

In fact, he just wanted to be closer to the two kids, even though the distance didn't make any difference to him.

Looking at Eric who made headlines, he couldn't help laughing.

This guy is always used to making a lot of noise.

I don't know if the plan of these two people has succeeded.

Putting the newspaper in his hand, Monk stretched himself and walked out of the house.

He had several properties in New York, picked one at random in Manhattan, bought some furniture, and moved in.

He doesn't know if he plans to sell the farm.

After all, the family is past the age of development.

But thinking that Clark was still somewhere outside, even if the farm was delayed by Clark's airship, it had to be temporarily put on hold.

Locking the car door, Monk drove the car to the restaurant where he had dined many years ago.

When he got to the place and saw that the restaurant was still there, he smiled.

Walking into the restaurant, ordering a grilled pork chop and a beer, Monk waited with bated breath for something he hadn't tasted in years.

While Monk was waiting, the woman sitting in the corner quietly eating grilled pork chops looked at Monk silently, her eyes full of surprise.

At this moment, she saw Monk noticed her, not only did not look away, but looked at Monk more boldly.

Monk frowned: he seemed to remember the woman's face, but couldn't pronounce her name.

But soon, his attention was attracted by the tonkatsu in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Monk smiled: the taste is still the same.

Cut off a piece and put it in your mouth. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Monk is deeply satisfied.

When the woman saw it, she wiped the butter on the corners of her mouth, walked towards him with wrinkled steps, but made a vigilant expression in front of Monk, and said: "Mr. Kent.

Monk said without squinting "You got the wrong person"

"No, I won't admit the wrong person."

The woman shook her head and said, "For ten years, I've come here to wait for you once a week. I'm sure I didn't admit the wrong person."

After hearing this, Monk shook his head more firmly and said, "Bell, you've found the wrong person."

Waited for him for so many years.

Maybe he did something wrong to the other party back then?

For example, after one night, the other party has Beibi, or on the contrary, the other party just wants a receiver?

"Monk-Kent, the King of Assassins codenamed Ghost Wolf in the League of Assassins, completed a total of 473 missions without a single failure. Finally, he disappeared after killing the leader of the previous generation, the King of Assassins, Kutcher."

The woman calmly recounted Monk's previous achievements.

Monk's facial expression did not change, but the woman felt that Monk's expression changed, becoming murderous, as if there was an invisible knife resting on her neck.

There was no resistance at all.

The woman's heart tightened in horror: Is this the strongest assassin king of the previous generation?

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and continued: "In the last year, Monk-Kent killed a man named Monk-Spetterridge.

Monk was still eating the grilled pork chop slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the delicacy in front of him.

"Monk-Sperridge killed a judge and his wife years ago, and that judge was my father."

As soon as the words fell, she felt that the murderous aura that made her shudder disappeared.

Monk raised his head, chewing a piece of meat, and said, "Are you from the League of Assassins?".0

The woman nodded, surprisingly nervous, and said, "Firefox, you can call me a fox

firefox, fox?

Monk finally met the other's face from his already blurred memory.

Monk swallowed the meat in his mouth and said: "So this is your own business? It has nothing to do with the League of Assassins?"

"Yes!" Firefox replied, her eyes sparkled, like a member of the troupe saw his idol.

In fact, she adores Monk.

Ever since she was recruited into the League of Assassins and learned that it was Monk who brought down Monk-Spatridge, out of gratitude and curiosity, she has been studying Monk's information and the records of that mission.

The more she watched, the more she admired him, and even made following Monk her goal.

Ghost Wolf Monk-Kent, King of Assassins, her idol.

Monk muttered to himself, smiling softly, "Keep it a secret that I'll see you tonight, okay?"

Firefox nodded hesitantly.

"Thank you." Monk continued after thanking, "I no longer work for the League of Assassins."

Firefox sighed helplessly.

Monk smiled weakly.

Wanted?

It was worthless to him now.

Recalling his youthful years, Monk raised the wine glass in his hand and raised it gently.

Still, he is grateful to have met the three children who would later change his life.

"Nice to meet you, Fox." 1.3

Monk laughed and said that Fox had a happy expression in his eyes. When Monk was about to pay the bill, he quickly stood up and said, "Mr. Kent, I will pay the bill!".

After saying this, he didn't give Monk a chance to refuse, and asked the waiter to hold out his business card.

Monk raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you."

He then held out his hand to the other and said, "Your phone"

Firefox froze for a moment, and handed over the phone with some difficulty.

Monk entered his mobile number and said, "Goodbye, feel free to contact me if things don't go well.

Fox carefully saved the number, then let out a long sigh of relief, and shouted to Monk's back: "Goodbye, Mr. Kent."

Monk waved his hand.

For the fried pork cutlet, Monk, who has nothing to do, decides to take a little time to save the other party when the story happens later. .