The Traverser of Marvel World

With Liu Ruian revealing a small part of Thor's identity and origin in advance, it is quite tempting to trade Jane Foster in Thor's mouth.

Just take Thor to the place where the suspected satellite fell, and the other party will tell her everything.

This deal is cost-effective, and Jane Foster naturally has no reason to refuse.

As for Eric Schweig, although he still has considerable doubts about the origin and identity of Thor.

However, according to the evidence provided by Liu Ruian, the other party is indeed very likely to be an "alien".

Looking at his friend's daughter, he can't wait to agree to Thor's trading conditions, and Eric Schavig, who wanted to stop him, can only swallow the words that came to his mouth.

Just as a group of five people boarded a car parked outside the restaurant and rushed to their destination, a group of uninvited guests came outside the building with house number 1001.

Four black SUVs and a black van quickly stopped outside the gate.

Stepping down from the black SUV car, Phil Coulson looked at the closed door and waved.

Agents, also in black uniforms, easily opened the door, and then rushed in to see what was moved.

"Wow, when did S.H.I.E.L.D.'s part-time home robbery work?"

At the moment when the sudden sound sounded, several guns had already locked the master of the sound.

"It's you ?!" Looking at someone who suddenly appeared, there was a flash of surprise in Phil Coulson's eyes.

"Meet again, Phil." Liu Ruian, holding a hot dog in one hand and a large coke in another, greeted with a smile:

"Can you let your companion put the gun down, otherwise I'm afraid that one accidentally would make SHIELD pay a large amount of pension."

Facing this obvious threat, Phil Coulson waved his hand without hesitation.

The black agents who received the order put down the gun in their hands, but the attitude of the alert remained unchanged.

"Mr. Warlock from the East, why are you here?" Asked Phil Colin, who was looking at someone.

"If I said just to experience the charm of the charming place, do you believe it?" Liu Ruian, who ate a hot dog, replied with a smile.

"So, did you come for that thing too?" Phil Coulson, who ignored the question just now, asked.

"Of course, that's an artifact. Isn't it a waste if you don't come to see if it can be picked up cheaply."

Liu Ruian shrugged his mouth and ate the hot dog with an attractive aroma in three bites. After taking a few bites of cold cola, he said:

"Of course, that's an artifact. Isn't it a waste if you don't come to see if it can be picked up cheaply."

"Artifact ?! It seems that you should know something." Phil Coulson froze for a moment, said.

"How about a deal?"

Liu Ruian said a few sips of Cola in his hand, and then a flame appeared out of thin air, but the hot dog's wrapping paper and Coke cup were burned to the point that there was no residue left.

Seeing this seemingly random movement, Phil Coulson's eyes suddenly shrank.

"What deal?" Phil Coulson quickly returned to normal, asking.

"I will help you understand the origin of the artifact. How about you providing a batch of supplies to me?" Liu Ruian with his hands in his pants pockets smiled.

"The origin of the artifact?" Said Phil Coulson, who is quiet on the surface, but very emotional in private:

"What materials do you want?"

Without saying anything, Liu Ruian threw out a long list.

Obviously the list is very thin, and there is wind blowing right now.

But this thing fell in front of Phil Coulson, floating in the air and slowly unfolding.

Facing such a miraculous scene, Phil Coulson just froze for a moment and focused his attention on the contents of the list.

As a result, I didn't see a page and shook my head and said:

"You want too much and too expensive, but the origin of the artifact is not enough."

"Well, I know that all of your SHIELD are elites." Liu Ruian shrugged and said with an expression of "Hello Black Heart!"

"It's not easy to make some money from your hands, so let me add another message."

"The same news as last time. It's very, very important news for your SHIELD."

Hearing someone say it again, Phil Coulson frowned.

"What is the news, can you tell us a little?" Phil Coulson asked.

"It's not impossible to disclose at all, just, are you sure you want to say it here?" Liu Ruian, who pointed around, smiled.

For this sentence, Phil Coulson did not think elsewhere.

I just think that what someone is going to say next will definitely involve great confidentiality.

At the level of these field agents, they naturally have no known qualifications.

"I heard you said the food here is good ~ www.readwn.com ~ why not take me to try it?" Without hesitating too much, Phil Coulson laughed.

A few minutes later, "Liu Rui'an" invited Jane Foster to the restaurant where they left only Liu Rui'an and Phil Coulson.

Even after the owner of the shop also delivered the food, the secret service staff were asked to leave the restaurant.

After the secret service staff conducted a full inspection of the store and determined that there was no problem, this nodded at Phil Coulson and then walked away cleanly.

"It does taste good."

After taking a bite of hot dogs, Phil Coulson didn't look worried at all.

It's not clear that the other party is competing for patience, but Liu Rui'an doesn't have that idle time to struggle with this.

A light quote on the drink cup directly by hand, the dark brown Coke quickly wrote an English word in the air

"Cell?" Phil Coulson, who looked at the word, couldn't help but think of the meaning of the word.

battery? biological? cell? grave? captivity?

But when Phil Coulson thought about the meaning of the word, he couldn't think of what this thing has to do with SHIELD.

"That's all?" Phil Coulson asked, looking at someone completely meaningless.

"Please, it's good to give you this hint." Liu Ruian rolled his eyes and said:

"Do you want me to tell the whole story? What if you don't recognize the account?"

Phil Coulson, who stared at someone for a while and was ignored, wanted to say that SHIELD would not be dismissed.

But when I thought that the list I just saw had its own permissions, Phil Coulson pulled out his mobile phone and dialed it out.