When he had his suspicions a long time ago, he had obtained Phil's DNA and done a comparison test.
He, Catherine, and Grandpa Drax were among the people he had compared.
At the same time, Grandpa Drax, Luke's father Kevin Coulson, and Phil all had very high hairlines.
This was also the reason why Luke had paid more attention to his hairline after suspecting that he was related to Phil.
After getting some information from his straightforward grandfather, he learned that Phil's father was probably his grandfather's younger brother.
In other words, Phil was Luke's father Kevin's cousin.
However, Drax never mentioned Phil to his own brother, much less his nephew.
According to the public files, Grandpa Drax's younger brother died fifteen years ago, not long after Luke's parents died.
Also, Luke's great-uncle (great-uncle) didn't have any children.
The meaning behind this was obvious — Phil had joined SHIELD at that time.
To protect his relatives, these files had been changed.
Starting from his grandfather, Drax, he could no longer find any kinship with Phil on paper.
But Grandpa Drax wasn't wary of Luke, and would occasionally spill the beans.
Luke's great-uncle was still alive, and would visit his grandpa every year or two. It was just that nobody knew that they were biological brothers.
It was also for this reason that Luke treated Phil differently.
This was his uncle! Hm, alive.
After all, Luke's great-uncle had already "passed away," and there was no such thing as an uncle.
On the other hand, Phil's protection of Luke wasn't limited to just that.
Phil's full name on SHIELD's files was Phillip J. Coulson, but a veteran like Garrett knew that Phil's real name before entering the profession was … Phillip Colin.
The reason was very simple. John Garrett's real name was also a secret. It was just that he was called John Garrett in SHIELD.
Only an idiot would trace the agents' common names to their real identities, because they were all fake.
Phil's identity was even more fake, and was a multi-layered fake.
Nick Fury was the only one in SHIELD who knew Phil's exact background and identity.
In that sense, Luke's family was relatively safe.
After testing Phil, Luke solved the puzzle that had been on his mind for a long time.
He really didn't want anything too melodramatic between Phil and his family, including a TV drama plot where Phil killed his parents.
Now that he knew the gist of his parents' deaths, and that even his enemy had been killed by Phil, what else was there for Luke to think about?
In his fragmented memories before he was five years old, his parents had indeed loved Luke very much.
Their deaths had also dealt a great blow to Grandpa Drex and Catherine back then.
If there was a chance, he would still have to find out if the enemy had any relatives or friends who were criminals. He still had to make sure that the enemy's family was tidy.
Sending off a family reunion was a professional virtue.
…
A day later, on a street in New Jersey, Luke and Phil turned into two unlucky people. Their backs were slightly hunched as they stomped their feet and smoked cigarettes.
Luke blew out a ring of smoke and mumbled, "God bless me, I don't want any more toilet wars. They should at least learn from the cartels and fight in the wilderness when they have nothing better to do. It's more like a western movie! "
Phil rolled his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette.
He smoked, but he basically didn't.
As an agent, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume could easily expose his whereabouts.
But this was a necessary performance in the middle of a mission. The two of them were jobless people who bragged on the streets in the afternoon, commonly known as tramps.
Tramps were a very complicated group of people. They played the role of the "cleaners" who clearly didn't have any money but still had to maintain some "dignity."
Hair could be without oil, but it couldn't be knotted and stank. Clothes could be very old, but they couldn't be dirty.
They couldn't ask for money, and could only silently say "God bless you," or perform with some lousy musical instruments.
Luke and Phil also had musical instruments — their own mouths, two bottles of water, and an empty bucket.
Phil used the smoke to hide the whites of his eyes and asked, "Why don't we do it like before? Hm, at most, we can start working without going to the toilet. Also, we might not need to follow them to the toilet this time. "
Luke said, "In any case, they'll suspect it sooner or later. It's fine as long as they don't suspect that it's the same group of people. Have you never met anyone who's looking for trouble when you're working? "
Phil was lost for words.
There were a lot of lunatics in this world. Some people could even fight him just because they looked at him.
Luke suddenly hummed and touched the earpiece under his hood. "Let's go. They're almost here."
Phil hummed and was about to leave.
Luke said, "Hey, hey, hey, take the food. Do you want to arouse suspicion?"
Phil Faco snorted and grabbed the empty barrel on the ground.
Luke picked up the two bottles of water at his feet, and they turned into an alley on the side.
Stools? That didn't exist. Tramps didn't need stools; they always sat on the steps or on the ground.
A few minutes later, Phil looked at the thing in Luke's hand and was lost for words. "Are you serious?"
Luke waved the transparent plastic bag in his hand nonchalantly. "It's just weed. I'm using it as a temporary prop. That way, it won't be easy for them to get suspicious. "
Phil smiled bitterly. "Do you think it's reasonable for them to be knocked out by two tramps?"
Luke pondered for a moment. "Maybe it's the weed that gives us strength? It's not like there aren't people who can still kill patrol officers after being hit by a taser. "
Phil was lost for words.
Some people who got too high did have physiological abnormalities. If it was someone with superpowers who got too high … that seemed to make sense? That was all he could do to comfort himself.
At that moment, two men in black suits walked into the alley and headed straight for the back door of the apartment building where Luke and Selina were.
When they saw the two tramps standing next to a pile of cardboard shacks, they just frowned and didn't pay much attention to them.
The United States is full of homeless people.
They would appear in any corner, and the alleys between buildings were popular places for them to set up their nests.
The men in black suits adjusted their route slightly to avoid Luke and Selina, and were about to head for the back door of the building.
Out of habit, they kept an eye on Luke and Selina.
Luke and Selina were mumbling to each other again. It wasn't until a few meters away that the men in black suits saw Luke and Selina holding a small bag of weed and a roll of cash.
The two men in black suits continued forward expressionlessly.
As if he had suddenly noticed them, Luke suddenly put the bag of weed in his pocket. "What are you looking at?"
The men in black suits: … Lunatic, if you're scared, then get lost. Why are you yelling if you're not?
Impatient, they moved closer to Luke and Selina.
Luke's face suddenly turned ferocious. "Are you cops? I can smell the odor on you. "
The men in black suits: … Are you a f * cking dog?!
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