Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

In the director's office at the SHIELD headquarters

Nick Fury stood quietly in front of the wide windowsill.

Outside the window

Busy agents were carrying out important tasks in various areas.

Sunlight was pouring in through the glass made of special materials

His single eye was looking at the outside world thoughtfully at the moment

I don't know what he was thinking about.

Suddenly, the crisp doorbell broke the silence.

Nick Fury tilted his head slightly and said:

"Come in."

The door was gently pushed open, and Agent Coulson walked in with a steady pace.

Colson was wearing a neat SHIELD uniform, with his hair neatly combed to one side.

He said respectfully:

"Director, you are looking for me."

Nick Fury turned around, picked up a document from the desk, and slowly handed it to Coulson.

"An investigation mission needs you to complete."

Colson took the document, frowned slightly, lowered his head and opened it.

On the first page of the document

"Geralt, the owner of the antique shop and a part-time history professor" came into view.

Coulson was puzzled and asked in confusion:

"Geralt, the owner of the antique shop? Is there anything wrong with him?"

Nick Fury did not answer immediately, but raised his chin slightly, motioning Coulson to continue reading.

Coulson turned a few pages and saw an old photo in the file

The photo was yellowed and the edges were a little worn, obviously a few years old.

The person in the photo, Geralt, was standing in it

His face was grim, and it seemed that there was not much change compared to now.

The time was marked below the photo - 1940.

"Could it be his grandfather or other elders?"

Coulson frowned, his eyes full of confusion

As he spoke, he looked up at Nick Fury.

"If that was the case, I wouldn't have come to you."

Nick Fury shook his head slightly, his expression serious.

"Our people have checked, and the person in the photo is also called Geralt. This is not a simple coincidence. We have investigated his background in depth, and he seems to have appeared out of thin air in this world.

In addition, in the 1960s and 1970s, there was also an antique dealer named Geralt. They look very similar. The most incredible thing is that he seems to have never aged, and time seems to have lost its effect on him."

Hearing this, Coulson's eyes instantly became sharp.

He took a deep breath, and he already understood the complexity and importance of this mission.

"I understand, I will check it out."

Colson tucked the documents tightly under his armpits, turned around and walked quickly to the door.

With the sound of the door closing with a "bang", Coulson's figure disappeared outside the door

Only Nick Fury was left standing there, looking at the door, thinking.

On a slightly quaint street in New York, there is Geralt's antique shop.

It was a building full of mystery.

The mottled exterior wall seemed to be telling the story of the years.

The sign above the store door, which had been eroded by wind and rain but was still clearly visible, exuded a different charm in the sun.

At the door of the store, sat an unusually strong man.

The strong muscles stretched his clothes tight, and he sat there steadily like a hill.

The cold face was like a stone carving, which was daunting.

At this time, the door of the store slowly opened, and a figure walked out of it. It was Geralt.

Geralt had white hair, but an Asian face.

After he came out, he said to the strong man

"Hans, we will close early today. I have a feeling that there will be special guests today."

"Okay, boss."

Hans replied in a muffled voice.

His tower-like body leaned forward slightly, showing his sincere respect for Geralt.

In the shadow of the street, Coulson's eyes were fixed on the shop not far away.

At this moment, Coulson's mind was full of thoughts:

"Is this the mission target?

We have collected as much information as possible about him, but this guy is still like a fog.

However, it's time to talk to him face to face."

He raised his hand slightly and gestured to his subordinates.

Those well-trained subordinates immediately dispersed like ghosts

Lurking and guarding at key locations around the store

Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, not letting go of any slight movement.

Coulson took a deep breath, straightened his suit with a serious look, and walked towards the store.

When he pushed open the somewhat old door, the bell on the door made a crisp sound.

The warm atmosphere in the store came to the face, and the warm yellow light sprinkled on the displayed goods, creating a different kind of comfort.

"What do you want, customer?Do you need it?"

A sweet voice came from the side.

Coulson turned his head and saw a very beautiful blonde looking at him with a smile.

The simple dress she wore perfectly outlined her graceful figure, and every move exuded an elegant atmosphere.

"I'm looking for your boss."

Coulson's eyes were fixed on the beauty.

"Boss? I'll go call him."

The beauty nodded slightly and turned to walk to the back of the store.

After a while, Geralt's familiar figure appeared in Colson's sight.

Geralt's tall figure appeared behind the store

He first looked at the beauty, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, and said softly:

"Mina, you can leave work early today."

Mina was slightly stunned, then showed a sweet smile, nodded gently in response:

"Okay, boss, I'll go first. "

After saying that, she walked towards the store door with light steps.

When she passed by Coulson, she looked at the strange visitor curiously

Then she disappeared outside the store.

Colson watched all this quietly

After Mina left, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a seemingly friendly but somewhat scrutinizing smile, and said to Geralt:

"I am Agent Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

He deliberately paused for a moment, staring closely into Geralt's eyes:

"Mr. Geralt, I have something to ask you, and I need your cooperation."

"Agent Coulson, why are you so nervous when you just come here?"

Geralt raised his eyebrows slightly, and a relaxed smile appeared at the corner of his mouth

There was a bit of calmness in that smile, as if the uninvited guest from SHIELD in front of him did not bring him any pressure,

"I knew that you SHIELD would come to my door, it's just a matter of time. Come, sit down and have a cup of tea, we can chat slowly. "

As he said, he turned and walked to the tea table beside him, his movements were smooth and unrestrained.

Geralt picked up the teapot, poured hot water into the teacup, picked up the teacup

and walked towards Coulson with steady steps, handed it to him, his eyes revealing sincerity and friendliness:

"Try this tea, this is a good tea I have treasured for a long time."

Colson looked at the teacup handed to him, and the fragrance of the tea curled into his nose.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes wandering back and forth between Geralt and the teacup

Finally, he chose to accept this seemingly friendly invitation.

Colson sat down slowly, sitting upright, still maintaining the alertness of an agent, but with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Pick up the teacup, take a sip, the fragrance of the tea spreads in the mouth, making his tense nerves relax a little.