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"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs in the apartment."

Ten minutes later, an old-fashioned red roadster drove slowly over. Coulson sat in the driver's seat, changing his professional appearance from a black suit and a white shirt, wearing a sassy floral shirt and a pair of sunglasses.

"Get in the car." Coulson said coolly.

"The car is nice!"

Zhang Ming opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and felt the comfort of the seat just right.

"Her name is Laura."

"You even gave the car a name, but I didn't expect you to be a romantic."

Colson accepted Zhang Ming's compliment: "I know a Chinese restaurant that tastes good, you should like it."

Zhang Ming nodded noncommittally, leaned on the back of the chair, and enjoyed the fun of the ride.

After arriving at the restaurant, Coulson greeted the owner of the restaurant in Chinese. Judging from his expression, it should not be clear how lame he speaks Chinese.

Sitting down in the box and waiting for all the dishes to be served, Zhang Mingcai asked, "What's the matter?"

"Huh?" Coulson had just picked up his chopsticks and was fighting with a xiao long bao.He is not skilled enough with chopsticks.

"I said what did you pull me over early in the morning for? It's impossible to treat me to a Cantonese breakfast, right?"

Zhang Ming saw that he was still struggling with a steamed dumpling, "You should start directly, I'm anxious to see it."

Coulson gave up the steamed dumplings and took a sip of tea in embarrassment.

"I wanted to talk after dinner." Coulson put down his teacup and said, "It's not good news after all."

Zhang Ming shrugged and said, "Tell me, I have a very strong psychological capacity."

Coulson took out a thumb-sized device, put it on the table, gently pressed the red button on the device, and a slight electric current sounded from the device.

"This ensures that our conversation will not be heard by anyone. What did you say just now... Yes, bad news." Coulson took out a mobile phone, turned on the screen, and pushed it over.

On the screen are the names of major organizations around the world.

There are FBI, CIA, and MI[-] in the United States. In addition to these regular intelligence agencies, there are many organizations that Zhang Ming has never heard of.

There is a "+/-" sign behind each organization, followed by a string of numbers. Zhang Ming counted them, and the minimum number is more than [-] million.

Before Zhang Ming asked questions, Colson gave the answer.

"This is a list of organizations in the world that are interested in you. The ones marked with a plus sign are those who want to be friendly with you, those with a minus sign are those who want to capture you for in vivo research, and the number at the end is what they are willing to do for this purpose. funds used.”

"Wow!" Zhang Ming's eyes were dizzy after a long list of numbers, "Am I so valuable now?"

"The Hulk used to be a target of interest to major organizations, and then a few nights ago, the Hulk was about to be beaten to tears by Bronski. After learning the news, the eyes of the world hit Bronski. body.

Do you know how many spies and agents were sent to America when Bronsky and the Hulk fought each other?Just as those of my colleagues got on the plane, they got the latest news—"

Coulson pointed to Zhang Ming and said, "There was a thin and weak young man from China who knocked Bronski stunned with one punch. If the force were a little bit stronger, he might have killed him with one punch!"

Zhang Ming spread his hands, indicating that he had no choice.

Coulson rubbed his temples and said tiredly: "Last night, the SHIELD network security team didn't sleep all night, and even the agents who knew a little about computers were arrested to work overtime, as if hackers in the whole world were attacking God. The Shield's servers are designed to steal information about you."

"So?" Zhang Ming had already guessed what Coulson was going to say.

Coulson took out a small black notebook from his pocket and pushed it in front of Zhang Ming.

"I invite you to join S.H.I.E.L.D. again. This is not only for the director's order, but also for my advice as a friend. I hope you can enter the shelter of S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't want to hear that you were caught by some organization one day. Go, be researched, brainwashed, and finally I'm going to point the gun at you."

Zhang Ming picked up the small black book, the outermost is the logo of the SHIELD eagle and the shield. After opening it, the top is Zhang Ming's headshot, and the following is his job title: SHIELD senior field agent, level 6.

There are ten levels of S.H.I.E.L.D. The top one is the tenth-level head of Ludan, Coulson, whose hairline is getting higher and higher, is an eighth-level agent, and Moira, as the core researcher of S.H.I.E.L.D., is a seventh-level.

"Level [-] agents, it is enough for the bureau to strictly block your intelligence to ensure your safety."

Coulson seemed to see through Zhang Ming's thoughts, and explained without haste.

"Photo P is pretty good, you can see that a lot of thought was put into it." Zhang Ming said with a smile, he closed the small book again, and Zhang Ming pushed it back in front of Coulson.

"Thank you for thinking of me, but don't worry, I can guarantee my own safety." Zhang Ming's expression was serious and sincere.

After failing to persuade again, Coulson sighed helplessly and took back the small black notebook.

Coulson didn't lie, he wasn't a good liar.

He wanted Zhang Ming to join S.H.I.E.L.D., not only because of the director's order. Coulson was very accurate. After several cooperation experiences, he knew that Zhang Ming was a good friend. He hoped to take advantage of S.H.I.E.L.D. The power protects Zhang Ming from being influenced by the outside world.

It's a pity that Coulson has a good idea, but he doesn't know one of the most critical issues:

It's not safe at all in S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra people are everywhere.

Before leaving, Coulson left Zhang Ming with enough information, including the personal information of the agents of various organizations who had recently sneaked into New York, but Coulson also said that it would be good to have a look at the information.

The agents who can be caught will only be the lowest-level rookies, and the real masters have always come and gone without a trace.

"Take care." Coulson nodded to Zhang Ming and drove away.

Coulson's words didn't have much impact on Zhang Ming, and he had a good time. Compared with the agents of major organizations, Zhang Ming's headache was the beep station system.

After a few days, his popularity completely passed, and the growth rate of fans, barrage, and coins became slow.

"I really want to increase fans..."