The two of them, each harboring their own ulterior motives, began to discuss the Divine Shield Parasitism Plan.
At this moment, the Hydra agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. did not know that they were about to work three part-time jobs and become the legendary Tri-Agent.
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My name is Johnson, a double agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. However, this title is not accurate, because just a day ago, I was officially promoted to a triple agent.
Today, my bald boss summoned us urgently.
It was said that he was going to investigate an abnormal incident involving the supernatural.
To be honest, I'm very interested in this operation.
I've joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra for almost ten years, but I've never dealt with such a supernatural enemy.
As someone who likes challenges, I really like this mission.
When I took the information from the officer, I instantly lost interest in this operation.
A mysterious existence who liked to twist his neck from behind? Shouldn't the police be in charge of this?
Wasn't he just a slightly perverted murderer? And he didn't like to use guns.
Such an existence required Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. to take action.
Thinking of this, my evaluation of the Golden Foundation dropped a little.
What great organization that guarded the front lines of mankind was simply a joke. They actually wanted to steal the police's job.
Bah! Despicable!
S.H.I.E.L.D. knows not to steal the work of the police.
Just like that, I was brought to Hell's Kitchen by my superior.
This was a very chaotic place. It was said to be the slums of New York. Those neck breaking murders happened here.
We were ordered by the bald boss to split up and look for suspicious anomalies.
After searching for a long time, my companions and I came to an abandoned building. Inside was an abandoned old warehouse.
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"This is a utility room? The dust in this damn place was almost three feet thick. There shouldn't be anyone here, right?”
Johnson came to an underground warehouse with his companions and looked at the dusty warehouse with disdain.
Listening to Johnson's complaints, Mike comforted him."Be serious. Boss said that thing is in this area. This place is so remote and dark. It might be hidden here.”
"Hmm? What an ugly statue!"
At this moment, Mike shone his flashlight on a human statue.
It was an ugly statue made of concrete and steel bars with traces of paint. If it was shrunk many times and turned into a piece of foam, the statue might look better.
"No wonder it's placed at the innermost. Who can admire you when you're so ugly?”
Mike kicked the statue in front of him in disgust.
Johnson, who was outside the warehouse, urged impatiently,""Mike! Are you done? Alright, let's go to the next place!”
After hearing his companion's call, Mike turned his head and was about to respond when the instinctive coldness instantly spread throughout his body.
That was the instinctive reaction of the body after being targeted by a predator. As a top agent trained by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Academy, Mike had already trained this instinct to the extent that he could predict danger.
This was also the reason why he was able to survive all kinds of dangerous missions over the years.
Mike, whose body was a little stiff, quickly took out his pistol and looked around vigilantly.
"Hmm? What the hell!"
Looking at the statue that seemed to be closer to him, Mike frowned.
He did not know if it was an illusion, but he realized that the statue seemed to have moved and was closer to him.
The cautious Mike gently knocked on the statue in front of him.
After the statue made a series of "dong" sounds, Mike let down his guard.
It is indeed a statue and not a human disguise. It seems that I am overthinking it.
Mike shook his head and turned to leave.
"Kacha ~"
Suddenly.
The crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out. Mike, who felt a pain in his neck, turned around in horror. Now, before he died, he looked at the murderer who stabbed him to death and the Peanut statue that was close at hand.
Mike's eyes were filled with fear.
How was this possible? It was just a statue made of cement…
"Eagle…Eagle…"
Realizing that he was about to die, Mike wanted to pass on this terrifying and unbelievable information.
Unfortunately, his neck was broken, and he couldn't even say two complete words.
Johnson's expression changed when he heard the voice.
Judging from the crisp sound of bones rubbing against each other and his comrade's labored enunciation at the end…
Johnson realized that something must have happened to Mike.
The cautious Johnson didn't rush in directly. As an agent, it was a must to stay calm in the face of danger. He still had the calmness he needed.
"Sir, we've been attacked. The location is underground warehouse #173.”
Coulson, who was searching with his men, immediately shouted when he heard the report from his subordinates,""Stay there and don't do anything. I'll bring people over now!”
After that, Coulson ordered loudly in the communication channel,""Underground warehouse 173. Everyone gather there.”
The agents who reacted quickly gathered in front of the 173 underground warehouse.
"Sir! After the assembly, 14 people were supposed to be present, but 10 people were actually present!”
"Why are four people missing?"
Coulson frowned.
Johnson replied," Peak and the others shouldn't be here. They seem to have gone to the streets to search. Mike must have been in trouble too. That's why I called for help."”
Just as Coulson was about to ask something, a panting voice came from the communicator.
"Sir! We're in alley 96. We were attacked by monsters here!”
"It…"
"Ah!"
The screams gradually stopped. Listening to the busy tone coming from the communicator, Coulson looked at the agents in front of him with a pale face.
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