marvel prehistoric world

The next day.

Zhou Mo's working hours at the Chinese restaurant are from [-] a.m. to [-] p.m., and he uses up the three opportunities to clear dungeons as soon as possible after work. Since the three opportunities for newbies to drop character cards have been used up, even though the experience will be increased after three times, Three hundred, but only one monkey card was exploded.After being used to advance, Sun Wukong's pseudo attributes have changed.

The combat power value became 45845.8, and with the resonance bonus, it reached a combat power value of [-].

Then he was ready to go out and kill monsters.

But as soon as Zhou Mo walked out of the Chinese restaurant, a car stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged man with a very high hairline came down. He had sparse black hair, neatly combed, wearing a black suit, and a gentle smile on his face, just like the uncle next door.

"Hello Stephen Zhou." He spoke American English, which was simple enough for Zhou Mo to understand.

"Hello, you are"

Zhou Mo recognized the other party at a glance, but did not show it, but had a question mark on his face.

Stephen Chow is the identity he acquired through Jarvis.

"I'm Phil Coulson, FBI agent."

"What did you say?" At this point, Zhou Mo couldn't understand and had no intention of letting No. [-] translate.

"You don't understand English," Phil Coulson said unexpectedly.

Zhou Mo spread his hands to express that he didn't understand what the other party was talking about.

"This is too bad." Phil Colson shook his head, took out his mobile phone and made a call to explain the current situation, and soon an interpreter came over.

He then continued: "I am Phil Coulson, an FBI agent. I came to you to investigate some matters. Can I take a moment to chat with you?"

The translator immediately translated.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and agents of FBI." Zhou Mo sneered, pointed at the Chinese restaurant and said, "I think it's okay if you treat me to dinner."

"No problem." Phil Colson took the lead and walked over with a gentle smile.

Then the two went to the private room on the second floor of the Chinese restaurant with the translator, which was quieter and suitable for talking.

After ordering, Phil Coulson said straight to the point: "Mr. Zhou, can you explain where you were last night?"

"Sleep over there." Zhou Mo pointed to the back of the Chinese restaurant and said, "Is there any problem?"

He looked confused and innocent, as if he didn't understand why the other person was asking this.

"Sir, it's not a good idea to deceive FBI agents, I promise." Phil Coulson said seriously.

As he said that, he took out a laptop and opened it. There were several video scenes on it, all of which were shot by Zhou Mo. The location was 34th Street in Hell's Kitchen.

"Obviously, you were on 34th Street last night and didn't sleep there." Phil Coulson also pointed to the back of the Chinese restaurant.

"I was negligent. I didn't ask No. 34 to clean up the surveillance video." Zhou Mo whispered, and then said with a smile: "Okay, I'm on [-]th Street, but so what?"

"Dozens of gangsters on 34th Street died last night. The death was extremely tragic, and you happened to be at the scene of the incident. In addition, you are not an ordinary person, so" Phil Coulson said and operated the computer. Above it was The scene of Zhou Mo breaking into Tony Stark's house.

Although he was dressed differently, it was easy to determine it was him through facial recognition.

Seeing this, Zhou Mo secretly opened the attendant bar, replaced the combined Xuanzang with Li Bai and said falsely: "So you are here to arrest me and avenge the gangsters."

There was playfulness in his words, and there was no trace of panic as if something had been revealed.

"No," Phil Coulson shook his head, "I'm just here to understand the situation, but when you say that, I think I can understand that the deaths of those gangsters were caused by you."

"No, no, no, I'm a law-abiding citizen, you can't slander me." Zhou Mo shook his head repeatedly.

The place where he did it was in an unmonitored area, and there were no witnesses. He would be a fool to admit it.

"Citizen" Phil Coulson smiled and said: "Your hacking skills are good, but unfortunately, there is no information about you in the written archives of the New York Civil Affairs Bureau, so you are not a U.S. citizen."

"I don't think we can continue talking if you reveal the truth like this."

"I'm not revealing the truth, I just want to tell you that I know everything about you." Phil Coulson said with deep meaning in his eyes.

It was obvious that he was using an unflattering psychological attack.

"Since you already know, why do you come to talk to me?" Zhou Mo emphasized the word chat.

The translator was very competent and translated in a way that the other person could understand.

"Okay, you may not like the way I speak. Let's change it. I appreciate your chivalrous behavior, but that is just my personal appreciation and does not represent the official. Do you understand?" Phil Coulson road.

"Yeah" Zhou Mo nodded and signaled the other party to continue.

"Mr. Zhou, there are many people who smuggled over from China. The identity of most of them cannot be verified. You are just one of them. If I mean if. If you can cooperate, I think you will be a legal citizen. Do you understand what I mean? "

This means that by cooperating with Phil Coulson, the matter of invading the Civil Affairs Bureau network to obtain the identity can be revealed.

"What do you want me to cooperate with?"

"What method did you use to cause dozens of people to suffer? I mean what method and weapons did you use to kill those lawless people." Phil Coulson operated the notebook and unfolded some bloody pictures on it.

"I didn't kill any criminals. If you want me to guess, I can only tell you with some uncertainty. The weapon may be a sword, and the method should naturally be swordsmanship." Zhou Mo looked at the translator and said.

Phil Coulson began to frown as he listened to the translator's words.

The other party was very cautious and said things like "maybe" and "should".It could even be said that caution is a bit too much.

He frowned, pointed at the broken gun on the notebook screen and said, "Then Mr. Zhou, can you elaborate on your guess, such as how these guns were broken, because according to analysis, there are more than twenty Individuals die at the same time and their belongings are destroyed at the same time.”

"I've already said it, I guess it's swordsmanship. Everyone in China knows this." Zhou Mo said.

"Swordsmanship, you mean you used a sword to kill more than twenty gun-wielding individuals in an instant, and also destroyed the opponent's gun," Phil Coulson said in surprise.

"You can eat randomly when feeding, but you can't talk nonsense. I didn't kill anyone." Zhou Mo corrected him.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Phil Colson thought that he couldn't kill more than twenty gunmen in an instant. He glanced at the other party with fear, sorted out his words and continued: "As far as I know, Chinese swordsmanship doesn't seem to be able to do it. Let’s get to the situation you mentioned.”

"Of course ordinary ones won't work. Go watch a movie called Shushan. There are standard answers in it."

Zhou Mo asked the other party to watch the movie Shushan, which was obviously telling him that I am as powerful as the people in the movie and you can't afford to offend me.

"Okay, I will take a look." Phil Coulson said: "This kind of swordsmanship can be learned through learning, right?"

"I guess so." Zhou Mo said.

"Then how do you explain this?" Phil Coulson operated the computer again, and a surveillance camera completely captured Zhou Mo's use of the drinking skill to shuttle.

"I guess this is a kind of light skill called "Ji Chi Tian Ya". You can leap ten meters, a hundred meters or even further in one step.

"It's obviously you, why do you need to guess?" Phil Colson looked speechless, closed the laptop and said, "Then this will be the case for today, leave your contact information and I will find you again. "

Zhou Mo gave the other party his mobile phone number, and then said: "Mr. Phil Coulson, if you need me to guess another question next time, I will charge a fee."

"Charge" Phil Coulson said in confusion: "How to charge?"

"Let's talk about this next time." Zhou Mo said with a smile.