Recently, New York had not been peaceful. What happened in the "demolition" of Hell's Kitchen could not be hidden from the observant people. The battle that night made everyone who witnessed the scene tremble in fear. Even the current mafia emperor, Kingpin, chose to turn a blind eye to the Devil's Gang that had begun to expand their influence in New York after that page.
This is the benefit of flexing his muscles from time to time. Even Kingpin feels that he can't afford to provoke the crazy The Devil Gang, let alone others.
However, there are always some people who inevitably have to deal with this emerging force, and after the "Mutants Registration Act" was passed, The Devil Gang's attitude towards the official has become stiff. This is understandable, after all, their boss is a genuine Mutant.
SHIELD Agent Phil. Coulson returned to his home in New York with a tired body. He walked out of the garage, threw his coat on the sofa, and then threw his body into the sofa. Feeling the comfort from under his body, his tense nerves couldn't help but relax for a moment.
"It's a bunch of idiots …"
Coulson turned on the TV. He closed his eyes slightly and listened to the impassioned voices of the reporters coming from the TV. It was all about the huge parade of Mutants. He couldn't help muttering to himself, "The idiots have formed an alliance and are pushing this country into the abyss little by little. I'm the unlucky guy who has to clean up their mess, ha!"
This kind of complaint should not have appeared in a well-trained agent, but the recent development of things has indeed exceeded the scope of Coulson's intervention. No matter how powerful SHIELD is, it is also a national agency. It has to receive the jurisdiction of Congress. The initial order has deviated, and the result can only be a mess.
Especially recently, those Members of Parliament have taken drugs collectively and began to fight against Mutants crazily. The appearance of the damn "Antidote" has added another fire to this burning situation. Just like a car out of control, Coulson and SHIELD alone can't reverse its direction.
And most importantly, based on the intuition of an agent, Coulson is 100% sure that there are other forces behind this matter, and there is more than one!
"Ding Dong"
The doorbell rang. Coulson subconsciously jumped up from the sofa. He looked at the time. It was two o 'clock in the morning. Who would appear here at this time?
Coulson frowned. He reached under the sofa and pulled out a self-defense pistol. He approached the door and looked outside through a delicate observation device. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Standing outside the door was his colleague, SHIELD's Level 7 Special Agent May. She was standing outside the door with her bag slung over her shoulder, wearing a big hat that covered her face tightly. Obviously, she had encountered some problems.
Coulson opened the door and looked at May. The latter also looked up at him, but there was only a bitter smile on May's face.
"Sorry, Colson."
Bang!
When Coulson heard this, he instinctively raised his gun. However, a shadow flashed out from behind May and slammed into his wrist. The Level-8 agent cried out in pain. The pistol slipped out of his hand and he was sent flying into the room.
"Whoosh"
The blue-purple portal opened, and Clarice walked into Coulson's room with Emma and a group of boys. Catherine slowly rose from the ground. She made a gesture and Santals' dagger was placed on Coulson's neck. With just a light cut, the agent would die.
"Please remove the third finger of your left hand from your belt buckle, Agent."
Erwin pushed his glasses and held a sharp blade made of flowing water in his hand. He pointed it at Coulson's belt and whispered, "It looks like a delicate rescue device. I know you have many such devices, but I hope you can be more rational."
Sharson, exuding a cold murderous aura, stepped forward, lifted Coulson from the ground, and threw him rudely on the sofa.
"Don't provoke the wrath of The Devil Gang. Before your reinforcements arrive, we can easily kill you … ten times!"
Coulson was still a little confused about the situation, but Katherine had already sat on the sofa across from him. Agent May, who was held hostage by Aranak's lightsaber, sat across from Coulson. The two captives looked at each other, and then looked at the Devil's Gang members who were obviously not in the right mood. They realized that there might be a new change in the situation.
A terrible change.
"Ahem, agents, I'm not very good at persuading people, so I'll just say it. I need you to help me open it."
Catherine spread out her hands. Felicity, who was sitting next to her, turned her computer around and pointed the screen at Coulson and May. On it was the access interface of SHIELD's highest level database. This made Coulson and May's faces turn ugly.
"I can't do it!"
Coulson leaned on the sofa and looked at the young Catherine in front of him with a dignified look: "Child, you are doing a very dangerous thing. If Saber knows what you are doing, he will be very angry. You are destroying the balance between SHIELD and The Devil Gang."
May also advised:
"Catherine, stop it, Saber won't agree with you!"
"Saber can't control me."
Catherine took out her mobile phone, clicked a few times, and threw it on the table: "He's dying, I'm saving him."
"Huh?"
Coulson's face became strange. He picked up the phone and saw Saber lying on the hospital bed. He was extremely miserable and his whole body was burned. May's expression changed more directly. She took the phone from Coulson's hand and glanced at it. She couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"How?"
May whispered: "He's so powerful … How could this happen?"
"He was plotted against, seriously injured and on the verge of death."
Catherine's tone was calm, but the stubbornness in her eyes could not be concealed. She looked at Coulson and May and her tone became sincere: "I didn't come to you as a spokesperson for The Devil Gang, but as a friend. I know that the relationship between you and Saber has exceeded simple hostility or need. In the face of SHIELD, the only people I can trust are you two."
Coulson put his hands on his knees and pondered for a moment: "It's not that I don't want to help you, Catherine, but the information contained in this database is too important. Even Director Nick Fury himself has no authority to open it to you, but if he faces this situation, I don't think it's impossible to negotiate."
"No! I don't believe him! "
Catherine shook her head stubbornly: "Saber said that Fury is a cunning man. I won't deal with him. Coulson and May, I just want an answer now. Are you going to help me or not?"
Coulson did not hesitate, and there was a trace of sincerity on his face:
"I'm sorry, but I …"
"Shhh."
Catherine suddenly put her finger to her mouth and gestured to Coulson to keep quiet. Then she took out another mobile phone from her arms, clicked it open and put it in front of Coulson.
"Don't rush to refuse, look at this."
Coulson clicked on the screen and saw a dark background, which looked like a warehouse. The next moment, a woman was violently pushed to the ground, and three guys in black hoods pointed their weapons at her neck, and then the picture stopped abruptly.
It didn't seem strange, but the sincerity on Coulson's face disappeared at this moment and was replaced by a touch of gnashing anger.
"Bang"
His fist slammed on the table, and he gritted his teeth and said: "She has nothing to do with this! Your brother wouldn't do this! You! How can you do this! "
Catherine rolled her eyes. She crossed her legs and said with a nonchalant expression, "Don't worry.
"Saber has a bottom line, you and I both know, but I don't … Mr. Phil Coulson, Miss Audrey is a very famous cellist, and I also like her music, so I invited her to Gotham. Listen to me, I don't want to kill a kind woman, especially a woman you love so much …"
"But!"
Catherine's body leaned forward slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes: "But I'm going to lose my dearest person, and I'm going crazy … So I will say that if Saber dies, many people will be buried with him, and Miss Audrey is the first. I think, with her music, Saber won't be too lonely on the road to hell."
She turned her gaze to May, and her eyes became gentle:
"As one of my brother's bed partners, I think at this moment, you shouldn't stay in New York anymore. You should take care of him, right?"
Before May could speak, Catherine waved her hand, and Clarice grabbed May's shoulder. A blue-purple portal opened next to her, and the Anais pressed on May's shoulder and dragged her into the portal.
"Bang"
Catherine's fingers tapped on the table, and she looked at Coulson:
"I'm not very good at persuading others to accept my opinion, Mr. Coulson. I can only say that if Saber can survive, you will gain the friendship of the entire The Devil Gang. I heard that you have been trying to do this. You see, we are not enemies. Some people are trying to mess up this country, and this is your duty. Some people are trying to kill Saber, and this is what I want to stop."
"We can be friends."
Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. She stood up and put on her gloves. She looked at Coulson. "Think about it, Agent Coulson. But don't take too long. Poor Miss Audrey and Agent May may not last that long."
"This is the first time I've seen someone declare friendship like this …"
Just as Catherine walked out of the door, Coulson's voice sounded behind her:
"You're dangerous, Catherine Anne Hawk. You're more dangerous than your brother. At least he won't do such a thing without a bottom line."
"But he has a bottom line. He's dying."
Catherine didn't turn around. She stood under the dim light, surrounded by the crowd. She had changed too much in the past few days, and this change was what Seber wanted to see. However, if she had to pay the price of losing him, he was afraid that even Catherine wouldn't be able to bear it.
"He's dying! Coulson, when people die, there's nothing left … If you have to discuss it with your director, then go back and tell him that the day Saber Hawk dies is the day The Devil Gang goes crazy. I'll unlock the shackles Saber put on us. "
The little girl sighed.
"To be honest, I don't want to use such a clumsy method to threaten you, but unfortunately, I have no other choice. Furthermore, I'm only a 17-year-old girl … How calm can you expect a 17-year-old girl to be when faced with such a situation?"
"The Big Bat of Gotham has to be the fear that spreads its wings in the sky above Gotham. It has to be seen by others when they look up, so that they will hesitate for a moment before hurting others. We've killed the Hand, killed all their members, and destroyed Hell's Gate. But why are there still people who don't know what's good for them and want to kill us?"
Catherine raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Coulson.
"I've never studied criminal psychology, so I'm guessing that it's because we haven't killed enough. We haven't killed ruthlessly enough, not enough to make them tremble at the mention of our name, not enough to make them give up on hurting us. So, if you were me, what would you do?"
Bang!
Coulson stood up, took out a palm-sized black box from his pocket, and threw it on the table.
"Stop talking. I'll help you, but only this once."
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