Old Gun Bar, a place that Pops had been running for decades. It was once known as the bar in Gotham's harbor. Because of its old-fashioned and serious boss, this bar was known as the "cleanest" bar in Gotham. There were no drug dealers here, nor were there any scantily clad strippers. Everyone came here to drink and pass the time.
That was why Pops' business had always been lukewarm. However, due to some recent incidents, the bar had been closed for almost half a month. Now, in the bar that had just been refurbished by the workers to look like a construction site, under the dim light, four people were having a special conversation.
Saber looked left and right. Two black muzzles were firmly pointed at his head. On the left was a tall and cold man. On the right was a cold woman with the same skin tone as him. She had short black hair and was wearing a tight combat uniform. She looked valiant and formidable.
Most importantly, Saber smelled a familiar scent from these two people … It was the scent of his past self. They were people like him, or at least, they were the same person as him.
"I hate Gotham's terrible security to the extreme!"
Saber grumbled. He raised both his hands and threw the Colt on the ground. However, if one looked closely, they would see that Saber's eyes were squinting in the dark. "Now when I go home, I can meet two well-trained gunmen and an uninvited guest that I have never seen before?"
The man who walked in front of him shrugged and even patted him on the shoulder, as if he was comforting him.
"Alright! You and I both knew that we would come, right? "
Seiber furrowed his brows when he heard the familiar words.
"What the hell, I have never seen you guys before!"
The man did not answer the question. He waved his hands to both sides.
"Alright, May, Rum, put down your weapons. Mr. Hawk is a smart man, there is no need for this."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Seiber and asked in a friendly manner.
"Isn't that right?"
Saber gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. The man in front of him was definitely the most difficult to deal with among the three. However, he had no choice as he was at a disadvantage. Moreover, his opponent did not seem to intend to use violence, so he nodded.
"Of course, I am smart, so I will not do anything that would threaten my life. Oh right, can you turn on the lights? I want to see who my guest is. This is also a kind gesture, right? Mr.Who？”
"Hmm … alright."
The man in a black suit smiled and waved his hand.... The cold woman walked to the wall and turned on the lights..
The lights were turned on, and Seber saw the man in black in front of him. He wasn't tall, and he was standing face to face with Seber. This guy looked very capable, and he was wearing a grayish-blue suit with a white shirt. He even had a pair of large sunglasses in the pocket of his suit. His expression was very gentle, and his eyes shone with intelligence. He had a very high hairline on both sides, and he looked like he was balding.
In general, this was a person who easily became friends with others. But the more he was like this, the more vigilant Saber was. This guy reminded him of some of his former "colleagues", those "jackals" who could pry open the deepest secrets of the most vicious criminals in a few hours.
"Phil Coulson, I am from New York, and I came specially for you."
Coulson stretched out his hand. Saber looked at his left hand and raised both hands above his head. His face was indifferent. This made Coulson a little embarrassed, but that touch of embarrassment was fleeting, and his hand turned to the other side.
"Then sit down, Saber, we have something to talk about."
For this invitation, Saber did not refuse. When the situation was completely under the control of the opponent, doing as they said was the best way to act. Even if the two guys behind him had put down their pistols, Saber was sure that if he made an offensive move, they would turn him into a sieve within 2 seconds.
Those two guys were very difficult to deal with … the kind that was very difficult to deal with.
Saber sat on the bar counter, his left arm leaning on the wooden cabinet full of knife marks, facing Coulson who was sitting opposite him. That guy always had a smile on his face. It was not until now that Saber had the time to look at the other two people.
The first one was the black-haired brawny man standing beside him. He was 1.9 meters tall and looked like a mixed-race. He had deep-set eyes unique to Europeans and slightly long hair. He wore a black combat uniform and stood in the middle of the hall in a standard military posture. His legs were wrapped with two gun clips and he had a communicator in his ear. If Saber guessed correctly, in addition to the weapons on the surface, this guy had at least three daggers hidden on his body. Maybe there was even a small grenade or something like that.
But he … To be honest, he was not that difficult to deal with. A guy with such a military style would not be a good agent even if he became a special agent. They were born with a lack of flexibility and autonomy and would not make good subordinates. But among the three of them, this guy posed the least threat to Saber, especially after activating the self-healing ability in his body. Saber was 60% sure that he could kill him in a 1v1.
But the woman, the one who looked similar to his compatriots, was between 1.7 and 1.8 meters tall. She had medium-length black hair and an appearance that was very much in line with the western aesthetic. She must be beautiful when she smiled. Unfortunately, she always had a cold face. She stood behind Coulson and looked at the big boy in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze.
She and Coulson should be friends. They had a special kind of intimacy. And most importantly, this woman gave Saber a very dangerous feeling!
The extraordinary danger didn't come from her appearance, but from a feeling that she had other secrets on her.
"Who are you?"
Saber glanced at the red drink in Coulson's hand and then looked up at him. The latter reached into the lining of his suit and pulled out an ID. He shook it in front of Saber's eyes. It was a black and white eagle surrounded by circles of letters.
"Uh, we have a lot of names. The most commonly used one is" Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Security Bureau "…"
Coulson put the black ID on the table and said a series of complicated names. After seeing the flash of impatience in Saber's eyes, he coughed lightly.
"Well, you should have heard of our name from Klein, SHIELD."
"Swish"
Saber's squinted eyes opened instantly. When Klein talked to him, he was sure that there was no one around. How did this person in front of him know? Is this organization so powerful that it can penetrate every nook and cranny?
His shock was completely captured by Coulson. The agent smiled at him, picked up the red drink at hand, and took a sip.
"Well, it seems that you know who we are, so let's get down to business."
Coulson's expression became serious. "The Fear Gas formula you got from Klein, give it to us! This kind of thing that can cause chaos in an instant can't be held in the hands of a stowaway with a serious tendency to violence and unknown origin. You are a smart man, Saber, you know what to do, right? "
"Then Mr. SHIELD agent who likes to drink watermelon juice, do you think a person with a serious tendency to violence will give it to you so easily?"
Saber pursed his lips, propped up his head with one hand and looked at Coulson. His other hand touched the edge of the counter. Sure enough, a gun hidden there had disappeared.
"You're looking for this, right?"
Coulson's left hand shook, and a well-maintained M9 turned in his palm and then was placed on the table. Coulson pressed it with a finger and slid it to Saber.
"To be honest, this won't be able to protect you. You have to understand, Seb, that I'm not here just because of you. You're lucky that I don't care about such trivial matters. If it were any of my colleagues, this place might have turned into a battlefield. No one wants the incident from three days ago to happen again. It won't be good for either of us."
After that, Coulson took a deep breath. He leaned forward and lowered his voice.
"And if you give that thing to me, I have a piece of news that is closely related to you. You will definitely be interested in it. Fair trade. You and I both like this kind of exchange, don't we?"
Coulson's voice was very sincere, making people want to believe him unconsciously. The combination of voice, expression, and even breath can wantonly change your first impression in other people's hearts. He has never done this kind of thing, but he has seen it more than once.
Coulson couldn't fool him.
"Okay, I promise you! The box is in the second drawer of the table in the first room on the left on the third floor. I think you should be able to find it. Why didn't you do that? "
Saber took the M9 and put it next to his hand. He was not deceived by Coulson, but he would not refuse his offer. He hated this kind of thing where he had no choice. But since things had come to this, he had to find a way to take back some of the initiative.
Coulson grinned. He gave the brawny man a look, turned around, and walked up to the third floor. Coulson then spoke to Saber in the tone of an old friend.
"We won't do that kind of thing. Personal property is sacred and inviolable, isn't it?"
He took a sip of watermelon juice and looked at Saber's disbelieving face. He shrugged. "Especially when it comes to a person who has something like the Fear Gas. Experience tells us that it's best not to go through his things casually. By the way, the set of armor you put in the basement is not bad. It suits my taste very well!"
Saber's fingers stopped tapping on the table, but then they danced gently again.
"I'm glad you like it. By the way, are you going to get involved in the Narrow Island incident? Or are you coming to arrest me? Or simply … "
"Bang!"
Saber put two fingers together, put them on his temple, and imitated a gunshot with his voice. Coulson had been trying to create an atmosphere of fair conversation. Saber did as he wished and asked clearly. Coulson was not surprised by this question. He put aside the watermelon juice in his hand and put his hands on his knees.
"How can that be? Those are bad guys, aren't they? "
The agent showed a child-like smile and winked at Saber. "There are many unstable factors in this world. The Alliance of Shadow Warriors is one of them. This country is so big that even SHIELD can't control the overall situation. We welcome some heroes who stand up for justice against them. But how should I say it, the trouble they will cause is not for us to deal with."
Finally, Coulson ended the question with a sentence.
"What SHIELD deals with is more complicated, worse, and difficult for ordinary people to understand and touch. For example, you, the mutant Saber Hawk!"
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