Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

"Hill, send what you brought back for inspection, and then you and Coulson go back to New York; Barton, continue to monitor the salvage and exploration process in Tokyo Bay, and dig deeper into the background of the dead man."

"Yes!"

"Colson, after returning to New York, you take the initiative to visit his manor and take a look. Natasha, you are responsible for sneaking in secretly. I'm afraid his residence will not be so clean."

Coulson and Natasha looked at each other and said in unison: "Okay, sir!"

Finally, Fury warned again: "Natasha, pay attention to safety."

Natasha looked back and smiled: "I will."

If we say that the Tokyo Bay Incident was about getting slapped in the face by having Eagle Sauce and Footpot Chicken stand together, then for the Hand, the real sufferers, this incident was tantamount to someone stabbing them in the anus with a stick. In the mouth.

It hurts and makes me sick.

The Five Fingers have worked together to lead the Hand for hundreds of years. Since their defection from Kunlun, they have experienced various difficulties and life and death crises, but they have never been like this.In a word, Murakami's death was too tragic. Not to mention the whole body, even half of the intact organs and tissues were missing. It was completely a puddle of mud that could not be lifted up.

And what's even more serious is that this matter has spread all over the world. If Murakami's true identity is discovered, it will be difficult for the Hand to do business in the future.

So, the remaining four fingers quickly gathered together and began to discuss a solution.

Murakami can no longer be saved, and the urgent problem that needs to be solved is how to prevent anyone from finding out about the Hand through this matter.

After a moderate discussion, Botu, Mrs. Gao, Sowanda and Alexandra decided to cut off all relations with Murakami. Even if they had to accept the loss temporarily, it was better than being completely exposed.

Not only are their lives in jeopardy, but it is also best for them not to appear in front of the world, because no one can guarantee whether Kunlun will come to their door in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that these old guys have a lot of time and they can afford to lose it.

Secondly, it is about the pursuit of the murderer, and this investigation is related to the fierce battle with the Russian mafia in New York some time ago.

That is a black hand that is always stirring up the wind and rain behind the scenes.

The master behind it is the famous gangster, criminal butcher, and punisher, Frank Custer.

Let’s talk about Hong Fei.

While those who were involved or related were racking their brains to investigate and search, he was having a good time in Europe.

Door-to-door delivery is very simple, just rent a warehouse and store the tank, but it usually takes two to three days for the buyer to receive and inspect the goods.This was his travel time.

Since SHIELD was keeping an eye on him, it seemed unreasonable not to play with it, so Hong Fei let himself go and became a real tourist.

On this day, he was wandering on the street when he suddenly received an email asking.

"Tokyo Bay, is that you?" The sender is the buyer who just received the goods.

Hong Fei checked and found that the other party had already paid, so he quickly blocked him.

Why do you, a tank buyer, have so many questions?

However, this also proves that the Tokyo Bay incident has been well known to almost everyone. The video on the Internet is not fake. The scene of a tank faster than a sports car firing cannons in the air has become a classic.

But this could not stop Hong Fei from selling tanks.

Even this wave can be said to be a relatively different kind of actual combat advertising: Some people dare to drive this tank on the streets of Tokyo. If you buy it, you can too!

Picking up the phone, Hong Fei's steps became more brisk.

One day later, in the evening.

Datou is working hard in front of the computer, and the lines of code jumping so fast on the screen are dizzying.

Suddenly, the intercom beside the table buzzed.

"Sir, someone is visiting, claiming to be an FBI agent."

Samuel raised his head suddenly, and a light flashed in his eyes: He finally came.

He closed the computer, stood up and went to the window, raised his binoculars and looked at the front door.

Colson was seen waiting with his hands folded in front of him and a smile on his face while wearing sunglasses.

"Domineering... Bah, silly and silly, but it seems that the boss has let me see this face?"

The power of the mind can transmit not only words, but also pictures and dynamic videos.

Datou thought about it for a moment and immediately knew Coulson's identity.

"Let him come in." After saying that, he used his spiritual power to find No. [-], and said in the other person's mind: "An outsider is coming. You go to receive him, and I will guide you throughout the process."

With his current appearance, it is really not convenient for him to see guests.

At the door, Colson was brought in. Number [-] quickly changed into a new suit, combed his hair, and adjusted his smile in the mirror. He really looked like a boss.

It only took less than a year for the people No. [-] to No. [-] to go from retired soldiers to living on the streets after a family accident to now regrouping and changing their temperament drastically.

Colson gradually approached, and No. [-] stood at the door for a while, thinking that it was almost done. A sincere smile immediately appeared on his face, and he took a step forward.

Far away, he reached out his hand and stepped forward to meet her.

"Dear guest, you are very welcome."

Colson was a little surprised, but he shook hands with him calmly, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome, please come inside."

The two stepped through the door. Colson looked at the spacious space and luxurious decoration inside, and kept uttering words of admiration.

Number [-] also responded politely under the guidance of Big Head.

After some complicated greetings, the two slowly took their seats.

Colson took out his FBI ID: "I am an FBI agent. You can call me Colson. I came here this time to find out something from the owner of this place. I had an exchange with him before. A few days ago we We also met in Singapore.”

No. [-]: "So that's it. But sir, he has always had a dream to travel around the world. It's a pity that he hasn't come back yet."

"That's really unfortunate, but it doesn't matter. I would like to ask, besides Mr. Hong, can you also make the decision here?"

No. [-] was about to nod when he heard this, when Zhao Hailun's voice suddenly came from the side.

"A visitor at home?"

Upstairs, Datou looked at Helen Zhao who suddenly appeared in the surveillance camera, and slapped his head in annoyance: "Why did she come out at this time..." Immediately, he said quickly: "No. [-], stand up quickly."

Downstairs, No. [-] stood up immediately, bent slightly towards Helen Zhao, and said respectfully: "Dr. Zhao, this is Agent Coulson of the FBI."

Helen Zhao's eyebrows moved slightly when she heard about the FBI.

Colson looked at the appearance of No. [-], stood up and said, "Hello, Ms. Zhao."

Helen Zhao came back to her senses, smiled broadly, and said politely: "Hello, please sit down. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Upstairs, Da Tou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Zhao Hailun's reaction was not unfounded. Instead, he quickly adjusted it in a short period of time. His movements and tone were very much like a hostess.

After thinking for a moment, the power of the soul cautiously contacted Zhao Helen.