I'm a Boss in the Marvel Universe

Walked over quickly, reached out and shook Ward's hand:

"Thanks, Agent Grant, you're a good guy too."

You're a bad guy, I hate you, all of you Avengers, Ward swears.

But there was a smile on his face, and he nodded: "You're welcome." Then he said,

"But I need detailed information about the mission. Clinton, you already have it."

Hawkeye replied:

"Of course, in fact, this matter is not troublesome, it just takes a little time."

After finishing speaking, he took out a "document" folded into a small cube from his inner pocket and handed it to Ward.

Ward took the document that was folded into a square shape, endured the desire to complain in his heart, opened it with his hands, and took out a document from the document bag.

Looking carefully at the information above, the information does not contain the detailed information that Ward was thinking of. After reading it, the summary is:

At No. 136 Fewell, Twelfth Street, Hell's Kitchen, there is a forty-year-old bearded uncle, and the target is him.

He is a superhuman, but his ability level is very low, and he is not dangerous.

Watching Grant Ward read the information, Mr. Hawkeye said again:

"Yes, as you can see, although there is no specific name of the target, but there is his address, and his appearance is very recognizable."

"Thank you again for your help, Agent Grant, you are indeed a good man."

I know I'm a nice guy, asshole, but you don't have to keep repeating this.

Resisting the urge to spit, Ward nodded and thanked Hawkeye for the compliment.

"Well, this task is quite urgent, so I may need to trouble you to complete it tomorrow. I have no doubts about your ability Ward."

After speaking, Hawkeye winked at Grant Ward.

Ward nodded helplessly again to express his understanding.

"Then I'll leave first, everyone, I think I should be busy with this very important matter in my hands."

Hawkeye looked at the three of them, showing a perfect smile.

Coulson, who understood that the very important thing in his hand that Hawkeye said was actually dating a girl, said with a smile, "Have a good day, Clinton."

The beautiful woman Skeeter with healthy wheat-colored skin raised her right hand and shook it, and shouted with a smile:

"Mr. Hawkeye, you must not forget what you promised me."

Hawkeye, who was about to leave, was emphasized by her, stopped the steps he had just taken, waved his hand back quickly, and walked out of Coulson's office door quickly.

"Snapped."

With the sound of closing the door, Coulson shook his head with a smile, then looked at the two people in the room:

"I emphasize, Ward, remember to bring Skye with you for this mission. After training for so long, does actual combat help her grow faster? What do you think, Miss Skye?"

"I'm looking forward to it, Coulson. I will assist Ward in bringing the mission target back to S.H.I.E.L.D. You can rest assured of that."

Skye squeezed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, indicating that he was ready.

"Yes, boss." Agent Grant Ward nodded grimly.

"Well, okay, then you guys go get ready." After speaking, Coulson bowed his head and continued to do his own thing.

After that, Grant Ward and Skye walked out of Coulson's office.

Just prepare the things needed for the mission, such as a handy weapon.

......

New York Hell's Kitchen,

A day has passed since Alan sent a message to Natasha.

After breaking through the last layer of relationship with my dear Wanda, the two of them spent a whole day at home. By the way, Alan didn't hesitate at all, saying that I can bear another day.

When the time came in the morning, after kissing Wanda on the cheek to say goodbye to her.

Allen walked out of the house. Of course, at this time, he had already used the illusion function of the phantom armor.

From a young handsome man in his twenties, he turned into an uncle who looked forty or fifty years old.

"Fewell 136." Allen turned on the navigation on his phone and drove over.

As for why you want to go to this place, Allen found it by himself?

Of course not. As the captain of the Extraordinary Alliance, Allen felt that he should always pay attention to his dignity. Of course, this kind of small matter should be handled by his deputy captain Matt.

In fact, it also proved that my choice was not wrong, and it didn't take long to explain my needs to Matt.

Matt found this suitable place to "commit crimes",

Twelfth Avenue is not a major traffic area, but because one side faces the river.

So compared to houses in other places in Hell's Kitchen, it is much more expensive here.

It also led to the fact that most of the people living nearby are middle class and some small rich.