The power of the mind of beauty

Chapter 55 First Meeting
"Have we... met?"

As an excellent agent who loves his job and works hard, Phil Coulson rarely has too many expressions on his face. Of course, the lack of expressions here is not because he always has a cold face. A gentle and kind face, even if he is serious, it will not make people feel any tension.

Of course, anyone here does not include his subordinates.

But today, his subordinates obviously didn't have the chance to see Coulson's expression other than the indifferent expression he always showed in the face of everything.

"Of course we haven't seen it!"

With the wooden spoon of ice cream in his mouth, Sean said in a nonchalant tone, raised his eyebrows and glanced aside, staring at the other person for no reason at all, as if he had known someone for a long time, but finally found someone Thoughts explained one day by seeing the act of being alive and eyes popping out.

"is it?"

Phil Coulson held his mouth shut and obviously didn't believe it. He felt that Sean's weird eyes were very similar to his own eyes when he faced the legendary figure, but there was obviously a lack of faith and respect in them.

He moved his body left and right, as if he had also removed the strange feeling caused by Xiao En's staring at him.

Although he didn't know why the other party's expression and eyes were so strange, Phil Coulson was definitely a seasoned agent, and he knew his purpose here.

"Mr. Xiao, let me introduce myself. I am Agent Phil Coulson. I am from a mysterious organization that is not accessible to ordinary people, SHIELD."

"SHIELD?"

"Well, our S.H.I.E.L.D. is a relatively mysterious organization, but maybe you've heard of it..."

"No!" Sean interrupted Phil Coulson, who wanted to give him a wave of popular science, and scooped a large piece of cold pink strawberry-flavored ice ball into his mouth with a wooden spoon, and said vaguely: "I~ have heard of it."

"What?" Phil Coulson was taken aback when he heard this.

"Gudong! Ah cool!~"

Breathing out a breath of cold air, Sean looked at Coulson who was frowning slightly and said, "Mr. Agent, isn't your mysterious organization too mysterious, or is it that you don't even communicate with the internal members? Even if it's just about missions. "

As he said that, he glanced at the small table between the two of them. It seemed that something was missing in the emptiness, so he stood up and walked to the kitchen, which was only four steps away, and then put the large bowl in his hand into the refrigerator. He took out two more bottles of Coke from the refrigerator, and casually threw one at Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson caught it with one hand, but he was obviously more interested in what Sean said, but He casually placed it on the small table in front of him, and then looked at Sean with scrutiny.

"do not mention it."

Sean didn't care, he buckled it open on his own, took a big sip, and continued: "To be honest, Mr. Agent, you are completely different from the big-backed guy who called himself SHIELD before."

"What's the difference?"

Phil Coulson asked following Sean's words. Although his expression didn't change, his mind was full of doubts about the information conveyed by Sean's words, and he subconsciously felt a wave of Uneasy, as if about to touch a secret that will bring about a huge crisis.

"At least the last time that big backed head wouldn't face someone like me by himself, ha ha!"

Thinking of the John Garrett he met in a fast food restaurant last time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He will never forget the person who brought him a sense of crisis for the first time in this world. Looking for some trouble, he will not let go of such an opportunity.

"To be honest, I feel totally different when you SHIELD appeared in front of me twice. Although the guy had only one person with him before, someone pointed a gun at my head from a distance, but you I left my subordinates outside and was polite. If it wasn’t for that guy before, I’d probably have a good sense of what you’re doing. Oh, yes! That guy even took the opportunity to take my blood sample, hehe Hmph! How is it going, how is your research going, has the result come out? Actually, I am also curious about this, can you tell me about my situation?"

Sean looked at Phil Coulson, the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who was frowning with half irony and half curiosity, and at the same time used his ability to perceive emotions quietly.

If he wanted to take revenge on John Garrett who forcibly took his blood, he had only one way - to sue!
Although he has superpowers, and at this time almost single-handedly formed the eighth-level agent of the SHIELD Phil Coulson, the appearance here also clearly shows that he has been favored by the SHIELD, but he wants to fight against the S.H.I.E.L.D. For an eighth-level agent like Garrett, he really has no choice.

And even if he saw Phil Coulson's performance at this time, he couldn't feel at ease. After all, even if an agent like Phil Coulson showed his acting skills, he must be an actor-level figure. He couldn't be sure whether the other party did it on purpose. Making such a gesture to deceive himself, but he has strong confidence in his ability.

"Mr. Xiao, I don't know about this at all." Phil Coulson looked into Xiao En's eyes and said seriously and seriously.

Xiao En frowned when he heard the words, then nodded, and at the same time secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. If this eighth-level agent can fool a super-powered human lie detector like himself, he will admit it, but this Obviously unlikely.

If the Black Widow can fool the polygraph, it must be knowingly, and in front of Sean, Phil Coulson obviously did not have such a foreknowledge.

He suddenly smiled, "Well, I believe you."

"Huh? Why?" Phil Coulson was puzzled.

"I have a good impression of you, so I believe you." Sean said indifferently, then paused before saying seriously: "But I also need an explanation to answer my doubts."

"Of course, this is also my doubt." Phil Coulson's face eased a little, and he nodded solemnly.

"You didn't come here just to tell me these things, did you?" Sean walked back to the small table and sat down on the newly bought sofa.

In the past few days, the effect of mopping up the gangsters has been very obvious, and the most obvious thing is that he has accumulated a lot of green notes in his pocket. Although the money is not visible, it can be used in normal times.

And he didn't have the slightest psychological barrier to use the money he robbed from the gangsters. After all, he never advertised himself as a hero, and he just did what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)