Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 47 Phil Coulson

The clairvoyant will take over the territory of the Russians and Mexicans, and likewise, they will give some of the business to the Irish.

As a price, they need to recognize and help clairvoyant people and master some channels in the early stage.

In this business, Mason acted as a guarantor in the middle.

The Irish gangster, the 250-pound fat man in suspenders, stared closely at the face on the computer screen. After repeated silence, he stretched out his hairy hand and shook hands with the person in charge of the clairvoyance opposite.

This means that they have reached a cooperation.

Mason watched all this with satisfaction and turned off the video.

He looked up and saw Ward sitting across from him. This time Garrett and Mason's business, the middleman was Ward. Garrett called himself clairvoyance. This matter is a secret, but for Mason, this secret is a little bit None are secretive.

Seeing that the deal was concluded, Ward handed a piece of paper to Mason and left the office quickly.

For some reason, Ward felt very uncomfortable sitting in Mason's office, especially the sculptures around him. For some reason, he always felt that these sculptures were alive, and they stared at him with various eyes.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to stay here for a minute.

The person on the opposite side seemed to him like a legendary wizard, mysterious, evil and powerful.

If given a choice, Ward would never be an enemy of such a person.

The piece of paper that Ward handed him had some names on it. These people were all Hydra people, people who Hydra was lurking in the Clausewitz Institute.

Hydra has never been a single iron bucket. Each family has spies on the opposite side. They cooperate with each other, compete with each other, lay mines with each other, cooperate with each other, and have a complicated relationship. It is really a big scene.

You have me and I have your Mission Impossible.

Gatler belongs to the heterogeneous group of Hydras. He doesn't believe in the legend of the hive, and he doesn't want to fight for world hegemony.

All he needs is himself.

The interests of Hell's Kitchen have never been small, and many shady products are distributed there.

Gartler needs these.

Clairvoyance is his power. After Hell's Kitchen is owned by him, all the profits will go to him. As for the price, Hydra will pay for him.

He handed over the list of these people to Mason, and everyone got money.

Mason looked at the name on it, and even the fake home address, and showed a genuine smile.

"These people look really good, and some of them have even joined the management.

This saves me a lot of effort, so first of all, what we have to do is turn them into my people. "

These people of Hydra are very interesting, some report directly to the headquarters, while the rest report to their superiors. Among these people are people from Pierce and people from von Strucker.

Garrett has no psychological burden to sell these people.

Mason looked at these people, took out [-] practical witchcraft again, and said to himself after searching slowly: "Oh, if this is the case, time is urgent, I have no patience for these people, since according to that In a word, some people fear threats more than morality.

From this point of view, threats are the best way to deal with these people.

Voodoo doll?This looks interesting. "

The voodoo doll comes from voodoo. The doll itself has many functions, but the one Mason sees now belongs to black witchcraft. This voodoo doll is more like the black bearded witch Mason saw in Pirates of the Caribbean. Poison doll.

Mason looked at the above materials, and the rest were relatively easy to say, half an ounce of the opponent's blood and a piece of hair, the hair is easy to handle, but half an ounce of blood.

He sighed.

"Gentleness is a deadly poison, and only violence is the most direct respect, so let's make this matter a little simpler."

He carefully read the information here again and called Eric.

"I think I need you a little bit now."

He held a piece of paper and said to Eric.

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People from the NYPD came to Hell's Kitchen, standing on the street with their hips akimbo, feeling cold in broad daylight.

This thing is full of weirdness.

There are signs of fighting everywhere in these houses and shops, but taking away all these gangsters overnight is not something ordinary people can do!

When they got here, they actually didn't want to investigate anymore. Then the water was too deep, and the inspector was full enough to check such a dangerous thing. Fortunately, at this time, some people stepped forward to take over the burden.

The person who came to hand over was a round face who looked easy to talk. He took out his ID card, looked at it for a long time before saying: "Hello, I am, I am Homeland Strategy... Uh, the Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau, Yes, it's the agency's agent, Phil Coulson, you can call me Coulson."

The detective shook his hand suspiciously.

You can't blame him for being suspicious of others. The main reason is that there are employees who can't read their own organization's name fluently?
Coulson still has a friendly smile on his face. He is now a firefighter in S.H.I.E.L.D. free again.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is also very concerned about Hell's Kitchen. After all, a lot of treasures have flowed out from here, especially since Hell's Kitchen is only a few blocks away. The gangsters in two blocks disappeared in a short time.

No matter how you look at it, this is a big deal!
Coulson had to come.

Several agents followed behind him. Seeing the inspector's disbelieving gaze, Coulson smiled and said to him: "Leave this place to us now, and you can go back and report."

Before the inspector's doubts came out of his mouth, the phone rang. He answered twice and looked at the inspector with even more doubts, but he still didn't say a word.

The team left.

Coulson watched these people leave and started working. Currently, he does not have his own team, and the people following him are all agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the number is not fixed.

Looking at a three-story house completely deserted, he knew he had to start from scratch.

He walked into the house, but before he took a few steps, he heard an English with a serious accent coming from behind.

"Hey, man, that's our house, what are you going to do in our house? We're going to call the police if you go in again."

"Ok?"

When Coulson heard this, he turned his head and found that a lot of Russians appeared on the corner of the street. These people were getting bigger and bigger, but they seemed to be very polite?

A group of menacing spirits, including several men with knife scars on their faces and bodies, and even men with gunshot scars on their bodies, watched them from the corner of the street.

These should be the missing Russian gangsters. Coulson is also a person who has seen the world. Seeing them come back, he is not worried at all.

Coulson didn't even have the thought of drawing a gun. He knew in his heart that there were more than 50 people on the opposite side, although most of them didn't seem to be armed.

But Coulson still didn't intend to do anything, he believed in his own charm, so he stretched out his hand and put it where they could see it and said: "We have no malicious intentions, we just received the police and heard that you are all missing, so we came here specially have a look."

The eyes of these people are full of distrust. Are you kidding me? It's not like they haven't seen the police before. These people are wearing black suits and the two behind them are wearing sunglasses. They don't look like they're here Investigating police.

(End of this chapter)