I'm a boss in the Marvel world

Why do they need the help of our team for the mission of the avengers? You can't let them do this, boss.

I heard that I was asked to help the people of the Women's Federation perform tasks.

Ward felt a little unhappy, his face changed a little, and he immediately opened his mouth and said, "It's a joke, boss, I just don't have anything to do right now."

After saying that, he smiled.

Hawkeye heard Ward's answer, thinking that he had perfectly completed Natasha's commission, and felt a little happy.

Sure enough, nothing can trouble the Avenger Hawkeye agent.

Hawkeye thought narcissistically in his heart.

He walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and held Ward's hand.

"Thanks, Agent Grant, you're a good guy too."

You're a bad guy, I hate you, all of you Avengers, Ward swears.

There was a smile on his face, and he nodded, "You're welcome." Then he said,

"But I need detailed information about the mission. Clinton, you already have it."

Hawkeye replied

"Of course, in fact, this matter is not troublesome, it just takes a little time."

After finishing speaking, he took out a "document" folded into a small cube from his inner pocket and handed it to Ward.

Ward took the document that was folded into a square shape, endured the desire to complain in his heart, opened it with his hands, and took out a document from the document bag.

I looked at the information above carefully and found that the information did not contain the detailed information that Ward had in mind. After reading this, the summary is:

There is a forty-year-old bearded man at No. 136 Fairwell, Twelfth Street, Hell's Kitchen, and he is the target.

He is a superhuman, but his ability level is very low, and he is not dangerous.

After watching Grant Ward read the information, Mr. Hawkeye said again

"Yes, as you can see, although there is no specific name of the target, but there is his address, and his appearance is very recognizable."

"Thank you again for your help, Agent Grant, you are indeed a good man."

I know I'm a nice guy, asshole, but you don't have to keep repeating this.

Resisting the urge to spit, Ward nodded and thanked Hawkeye for the compliment.

"Well, this task is quite urgent, so I may need to trouble you to complete it tomorrow. I have no doubt about your ability Ward."

After speaking, Hawkeye winked at Grant Ward.

Ward nodded helplessly again to express his understanding.

"Then I'll leave first, everyone, I think I should be busy with this very important matter in my hands."

Hawkeye looked at the three of them, showing a perfect smile.

Coulson, who understood that the very important thing Hawkeye said was actually a date with a girl, smiled and said, "Have a nice day, Clinton."

Agent Skate, a beautiful woman with healthy wheat-colored skin, raised her right hand, shook it, and shouted with a smile.

"Mr. Hawkeye, you must not forget what you promised me."

Hawkeye, who was about to leave, was emphasized by her, stopped the steps he had just taken, waved his hand back quickly, and walked out of Coulson's office door quickly.

"Snapped."

As the door closed, Colson shook his head with a smile and looked at the two people in the room.

"I emphasize, Ward, remember to bring Skye with you for this mission. After training for so long, does actual combat help her grow faster? What do you think, Miss Skye?"

"I'm looking forward to it, Coulson. I will assist Ward in bringing the mission target back to S.H.I.E.L.D. You can rest assured of that."

Skye squeezed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, indicating that he was ready.

"Yes, boss." Agent Grant Ward nodded sternly.

"Well, okay, then you guys go get ready." After speaking, Coulson bowed his head and continued to do his own thing.

Afterwards, Grant Ward and Skye walked out of Colson's office.

Just prepare the things needed for the mission, such as a handy weapon.

New York Hell's Kitchen,

A day has passed since Alan sent a message to Natasha.

After breaking through the last layer of relationship with my dear Wanda, the two of them spent a whole day at home. By the way, Alan didn't hesitate at all, saying that I can bear another day.

When the time came in the morning, after kissing Wanda on the cheek to say goodbye to her.

Allen walked out of the house. Of course, at this time, he had already used the illusion function of the phantom armor.

From a handsome young man in his twenties, he transformed into an uncle who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

"Fewell 136." Allen turned on the navigation on his phone and drove over.

As for why he wanted to go to this place, Allen went to find it himself?

Of course not. As the captain of the Extraordinary Alliance, Allen feels that he must always pay attention to his dignity. Of course, such small things are handled by his deputy captain Matt.

In fact, it also proved that my choice was not wrong, and it didn't take long to explain my needs to Matt.

Matt found this suitable place to "commit crimes",

Twelfth Street is not a main traffic area, but it faces the river.

So compared to houses in other places in Hell's Kitchen, it is much more expensive here.

It also led to the fact that most of the people living nearby are middle class and some small rich.

136 Fairwell, formerly the residence of an Irish mafia boss in Hell's Kitchen, has become a house that no one lives in, according to Matt.

The reason is that after the death of Jin Bin, the scrap iron bullseye, who thought he had an Adamantium alloy skeleton, thought he was very powerful and wanted to be the boss.

His actions naturally aroused the anger of many people, and they all expressed that they wanted Bullseye to look good.

But most of the mafia are just talking loudly, and have no actual actions.

But the owner of our house at No. 136 Fewell is a fool and does what he says.

As a result, it was obvious that he was regarded by Bullseye as the main character to scare chickens and monkeys, so that the small single-family building at No. 136 was now vacant.

When Allen arrived at No. 136, he took out the key to the door that had been locked and opened the door.

A house that has not been lived in for a month, but at this time there is no dust at all, just like it was lived in yesterday.

"The power of U.S. dollars is really great. In half a day, the whole house looks like new."

At this time, Allen, who looked like a beard, smiled and sighed at the power of the dollar.

Since the last time Allen was exposed after telling her the "sad" story in front of super agent Natasha.

Allen knew that it was a fool's dream to try to fool the super agent by acting.

But now Allen said that that was in the past. How could mere human beings perceive the strange appearance transformed by the S-class artifact Phantom Armor.

In this way, Allen, like a normal middle-class man, sat in his study and read a book, always giving Ward a chance when he was about to catch him.