Beautiful Man

Hearing this, Stan was furious, his face flushed and roared: "Explain? Explain what?"

"Do you know how stressful our Drug Enforcement Administration is? Do you know that we have to work 18 hours a day?"

"These hi grasses are just a way of self-regulation. Even the president's advisers use hi grass to release pressure."

"As for the other photos, I don't have much to say. The previous directors of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration, and all law enforcement agencies in the United States have done this. You should catch them one by one. Do you dare to catch them?"

"Hehe, and I don't believe that, as the director of a mysterious organization, you are cleaner than me!"

Stan exploded, venting his anger at the two.

Hearing this, Coleson showed no face and narrowed his eyes, condemning Stan to death in his heart.

This kind of person should go to the prison to pick up soap.

Nick Fury, who had been talking coldly, laughed out of a rare voice when he heard these words.

"Very good, well said. To be honest, I never choose my subordinates based on how much black history they have, only their ability and loyalty."

"Needless to say about your ability, the Medal of Honor has proved everything. But how do you prove your loyalty to me?"

Shi Dan took a breath, calmed down, and was silent for half a minute before raising his head and saying, "It is too false to talk about loyalty now. Time will prove everything."

"Hahaha...This is interesting." Nick Fury smiled and said: "Congratulations, the assessment passed."

Stan frowned, wondering what the nigger was thinking.

Coulson's expression was even more nervous, and he stopped talking.

Since he already knew that he was that kind of bad character, why did the chief recruit him?

Nick Fury stood up and prepared to leave, and dropped a note saying: "Give you a week to complete the work handover, and report to Washington in a week. Before you become an official agent, you have to receive a month of special training."

Stan opened the note, which was an address in Washington, DC.

Haines Island?

Isn't there a restricted area?

Just when Stan was stunned, Nick Fury, who had already reached the door, suddenly turned around and asked in a gloomy tone: "By the way, do you know Jason Walter?"

Boom!

Stan's heart was struck by lightning, his pupils suddenly enlarged and his arms trembled slightly.

Nick Fury's eyes were sharp, and he quickly discovered this detail.

After a short while, Stan looked as usual and said: "The most wanted criminal in the United States, who doesn't know?"

Nick Fury nodded and said: "Yes, the most wanted man in the United States. Unfortunately, just half an hour ago, the car he was in was destroyed by two Raptor fighters of the Air Force. The bodies of him and the doctor of psychology, It is being shipped to the New York Police Department."

Stan smiled with a constant expression: "That's a pity, the huge reward on his head I have been staring at for a long time."

Nick Fury took a deep look at him, turned and pushed the door to leave.

………………

Boom!

The office door closed, and Stan's expression became extremely gloomy.

Jason, dead?

There was a sudden panic in his heart, and thousands of thoughts intertwined in his mind, making his head dizzy.

When he recovered, he had already walked to the desk and squeezed the phone on the desk.

The cold touch made him wake up instantly, and immediately released the phone.

Do not!

wrong!

Jason is not that easy to die.

Looking at the nigger's eyes, it seemed that he was suspicious of my relationship with Jason, but there was no decisive evidence, so I could only use my words.

If Jason really died, he didn't need to tell me this before, just let the special forces arrest me for interrogation.

Only if Jason is not dead, I, the suspect, has the value to use.

Yes, it must be so.

Stan sighed heavily, dispelled the haze from his heart, and then sat down on the office chair to continue working.

………………

Washington, DC, Tri-Wing Building.

Nick Fury sat on the office chair, touched the invisible earphone near his ear, and carefully monitored the sound coming from the Office of the Drug Enforcement Administration.

He deliberately leaned on the sofa at the time, using the hand that Stan could not see, and stuffed a miniature bug into the gap in the sofa.

This bug can not only monitor the sound, but also intercept all wireless signals within a radius of 300 meters.

Coulson knocked on the door and walked in. Seeing Nick Fury still keeping that action, he asked: "Chief, it's almost an hour later, have you heard anything?"

Nick Fury took off the headset and shook his head disappointedly: "Nothing. He has been working."

Coleson said: "I believe that he is embezzling and accepting bribes, but to say that he colluded with Jason and assisted him in committing crimes is unbelievable."

"What's your reason?"

Coleson pulled a chair away and sat down across from him.

"Director, you think. Stanfield is only in his forties. He has been in the position of director of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency for several years. Even if he did not receive the Medal of Honor, he is still in power and has a boundless future."

"And Jason can't provide him with a huge amount of money, and can't help him in his career smoothly. What reason does he have for colluding with Jason."

"Jason is the most wanted criminal. If the FBI finds any clues, his future will be completely ruined. This does not conform to his character of seeking profit and avoiding disadvantages."

Nick Fury nodded: "Your analysis makes sense, but don't forget that we have evidence of him helping Jason."

Coleson reminded: "It's not him, it's his confidants."

Nick Fury stretched his hands and said, "The boss doesn't say anything, do you dare to do this?"

"Director, you are just speculation, and it cannot be used as evidence, in case it is his personal behavior."

Nick Fury: "That's why we have to closely monitor him. If he really has nothing to do with Jason, he can play a greater role in SHIELD with his abilities."

"Then... what if he has something to do with Jason?"

Nick Fury smiled and said: "Then instigate him, be our double agent, or use him to pass false information."

"It has been more than an hour since he received the news, but he has not contacted the outside world. Isn't this enough to clear up the suspicion?"

Nick Fury shook his head: "Of course not. He is a political master who sat on the throne of the Director of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration before the age of forty. He is not a newcomer. The test on him has just begun."

"Then...what about Jason? He must be reported to him."

Nick Friss is not worried, "Jason is busy ruling the New York gang and has no time to retaliate against S.H.I.E.L.D.For the time being, besides, his superpowers have any qualifications to retaliate against S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coleson worried: "He doesn't have this ability for the time being. It doesn't mean that he won't be in the future. It has only been half a year since Jason committed the crime for the first time. He has transformed from a gangster gunman into a superpower. This incredible speed and depth The bottoming potential is the most terrifying."

Nick Fury squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"Then send him!"