Marvel’s Big Villain

Three curved wing headquarters, office area on the sixth floor.

Stan was sitting at the desk in the workstation, pulling out the pen cap boredly, inserting it again, pulling it out again, inserting it again, and so on.

After a month of agent training, he officially joined S.H.I.E.L.D., and it has been a week since today.

Now he is no longer the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration who has responded to everyone, but an ordinary third-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Stan's daily task is to sit at his desk, re-examine the materials submitted by other departments, and then summarize them into the archives of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Stan was quite satisfied with the fact that he didn't need to go out to the field, and he didn't have to worry about being in danger.

But after a few days, he realized that something was wrong.

All the information he took over has a very low level of confidentiality.

How low is it?

The information that the Drug Enforcement Administration could take home and check at will, but in the S.H.I.E.L.D.A. are not eligible to read it.

Stan immediately understood Nick Fury's good intentions. He dug himself from the Drug Enforcement Administration just to monitor him more conveniently.

The current Stan is like a concubine who fell out of favor in ancient times. She has been thrown into the cold palace by the emperor. Whether she can be reborn depends entirely on the emperor's face.

Hey, fell for that nigger Nick Fury.

Stan stood up helplessly and walked outside.

The colleague at the next station immediately came over and asked with a smile, "Hey! Stan Phil, what are you doing?"

Stan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Smoking."

The agent immediately stretched out his hand, motioning for Stan to give him a cigarette too: "Just right, I'm addicted to cigarettes, let's go together."

Stan indifferently took out a cigarette from the pack and threw it to him, then walked straight to the balcony on the sixth floor.

What the hell is Nick Fury thinking?

Actually sent a mentally handicapped to monitor him.

Is this his mistake in employing people, or was Nick Fury doing it on purpose, warning him in disguise.

Heh, this nigger is too scheming, and he can't see through it.

When they came to the balcony, the two of them were lying on the railing, swallowing clouds and mist, chatting about gossip in the bureau without saying a word.

Suddenly, Stan saw a heavily armed special forces team coming out of the building, aiming at the tarmac ahead.

Behind the special forces team, there was also sixth-level agent Sitwell.

Stan was smoking a cigarette with a calm expression, but his eyes kept looking down.

The staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. are busy with work, whether it is internal or external work, there is endless work to be done every day.

However, as the top special forces of S.H.I.E.L.D., there are very few combat missions.

In a whole week, it was the first time that Stan saw the special forces go out to do missions.

Sitwell walked last, turned his head and whispered something to the special forces captain.

The two finished speaking quickly, and then separated in front of the tarmac. Sitwell watched the special forces board the helicopter.

That direction is... New York!

Looking at the direction in which the helicopter was heading away, Stan frowned, feeling a little more vigilant in his heart.

Hey, first-level telepathy is very stretched in S.H.I.E.L.D., an organization formed by freaks.

Apart from confusing the little sister who just joined the job, it is completely useless, and I don't know when the boss will help him rise to the second level.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Stan returned to the office area upset.

The agent who followed and monitored him quickly put out his cigarette and followed.

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More than half an hour later, the helicopter stopped on the roof of the building of the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York branch.

Soon, two ordinary family cars drove out of the sub-bureau's underground parking lot and headed for the Hudson Valley.

When it was getting dark, the two cars finally arrived at Hudson Park.

The special forces got out of the car in fancy clothes, and everyone was carrying huge tents and backpacks.

They pretended to be camping friends and groped towards the pasture.

After more than half an hour of groping in the steep jungle, the special forces team finally found the pasture.

The captain of the Special Forces is a handsome and strong man named Brock Rumlow.

He put down his backpack, took out a black-tech binoculars from it, and began to investigate the ranch.

It didn't take him long to discover the wooden cottage, along with prison escapees and ranch owners hanging out on the ranch.

The shape of the villa is exactly the same as the information that Sitwell gave him, and there are a few prison escapees. This is definitely Jason's stronghold.

He immediately took out the video communicator and called Sitwell.

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Washington, Tricurve Wing headquarters.

Nick Fury is discussing with Alexander Pierce a plan to bomb Jason's house with missiles.

Alexander is a blond white man. Although he and Nick Fury belong to two factions, they have a good personal relationship. Nick Fury was single-handedly promoted by him.

I thought that Nick Fury would become his confidant, but unfortunately, Nick Fury is a wild wolf that can never be fed.

He is ruthless and ruthless, but possesses rational independent thinking ability, and belongs to the kind of person who will never be controlled by others.

This kind of person is naturally suitable to be a leader, but definitely not suitable to be a friend and subordinate.

Behind them stood Coulson and Sitwell respectively.

The open space in the middle clearly cut the four of them into two pieces.

At this time, Sitwell's communicator rang, and he immediately transmitted the signal to the screen in the conference room.

Rumlow's face appeared on the screen, and he saw the person in front of him clearly and immediately began to report.

"Minister Pierce, Director Fury. We have found the villa, and in the ranch, we also found three escapees from the Long Island Prison and two herdsmen suspected of being threatened and controlled. According to my guess, this is Jason's place." Hideout."

Nick Fury said: "Very good! You and your men will disperse immediately, stay hidden, and at the same time closely monitor the ranch. Once Jason appears, report immediately."

"Okay, I understand!"

After speaking, Rumlow cut off the communication.

Nick Fury turned around, waiting for Alexander's answer.

Alexander nodded and said, "Okay, I'll trust you again. I'm going to the White House to interview the president now, and I hope I won't be disappointed this time."

Nick Fury said: "With special forces watching, are you still worried about failure?"

Alexander looked at him and left with a smile.

"Director, then... I'm leaving too." Sitwell looked embarrassed and left the meeting room quickly.

I don't know what I ate at noon, and my stomach has been rumbling all day, and it hasn't stopped.

Toilet! Toilet!

Pushing open the bathroom door, Sitwell hesitated for a moment.

Not far away is Nick Fury's office. It's a bit inappropriate for me to have diarrhea at the door of Nick Fury's office.

In case he smells something and becomes unhappy, what should I do if I wear small shoes for myself.

Sitwell thought for a moment, clutched his stomach and walked quickly into the elevator.

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At this time, it was still early to get off work, but Stan had already left his work station. Walk around the office area.

In doing so, he was protesting to Nick Fury.

On the other hand, I want to try my luck to see what new discoveries are made.

The fact that the Special Forces went to New York always made him uneasy.

Stan went out to smoke for a while, went to the bathroom for a while, and chatted at other people's workstations for a while.

If he meets a beautiful woman who looks right to him, he will take out the medal of honor, run to show off in front of the beautiful woman, and take a group photo as a souvenir.

Because of his rat shit, the entire office area on the sixth floor was stirred up into a miasma.

And the agent who was in charge of monitoring him accompanied him around like a fool.

Even his elm head felt like he was about to be exposed.

Well, this isn't Sitwell.

Stan saw Sitwell come out of the elevator and hurried into the bathroom.

Remembering that Sitwell had communicated with Rumlow, Stan's mind flashed, and he followed him in.

The agent quickly followed, and couldn't help complaining secretly.

Go to the toilet again, is this guy's prostate broken?

In order not to be suspected by Nick Fury, Stan did not enter the cubicle, but stood in front of the urinal, exposing himself to the surveillance of the agents.

When he was unbuttoning his belt, with a thought, Stan released enormous mental power.

All living things within a ten-meter radius were enveloped by his mental power, including the women's bathroom separated by a wall.

Stan didn't change his mind, and manipulated his mental power to drill into Sitwell's brain.

It's a pity that although Sitwell doesn't look very smart, he is still a sixth-level agent, and he should receive a lot of training.

The first level of telepathy is not enough to get into his brain.

Just when Stan was disheartened and ready to give up.

"puff!"

There was a muffled sound from the compartment.

"what……"

Immediately afterwards, a pleasant groan came from the compartment, carrying a stench.

good chance!

Taking advantage of the moment when Sitwell's mind was relaxed, Stan condensed his mental power into a needle, and drilled towards his brain with all his strength.

"Ok!"

With great force, his urine gushed out like a spring.

boom!

There was a roar in the brain, and then it suddenly became clear that Stan had succeeded!

in a minute.

He lifted his pants and walked out of the bathroom with a sullen face.

In just one minute, he had retrieved all of Sitwell's memories for a whole year without leaving any clues behind.

Stan sat back on his desk and rubbed his swollen head, feeling extremely shocked.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra...

Nick Fury, Alexander Pierce...

"Hawkeye" Clinton Barton, the undercover clown organization...

Brock Rumlow, New York's Hudson Valley...

President, Army, Tomahawks, shit...

After digesting these memories, Stan's world view completely collapsed.

For the first time, he knew so clearly what a terrifying and violent agency S.H.I.E.L.D. is.

The agency directly under S.H.I.E.L.D. is the World Security Council, to put it more bluntly.

Behind S.H.I.E.L.D. are the five most powerful countries on the planet.

What he didn't expect was that in such a huge organization, many Hydra undercover agents were mixed in.

What he didn't even expect was that Hydra was actually a Germanic remnant decades ago.

The information was so powerful that Stan could savor it for a while.

But the most important thing now is to get in touch with Jason as soon as possible.

Because, his hiding place was exposed!

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The second update!

There is another update at ten o'clock in the evening!