Beautiful Man

The area of ​​the room in the fat house is more than two hundred square meters.

Cartoon girl posters instead of wallpaper are spread from the entrance hall to the living room.

Every cartoon girl stretched out her hands with a smile, giving a weird feeling of being welcomed home by countless beautiful girls.

The layout of the living room is also very simple.

Opposite the soft lazy sofa is a 60-inch LCD TV connected to a ps3 and an xbox. The bookshelf on the wall is full of game discs.

The agents entered the room and looked around, a strange smell rushed into their noses, and they covered their mouths and noses, including Coleson.

The oily smell of no shampoo, the sour smell of no bath, the smell of socks, the smell of Chinese food, and the smell of male hormones even came out of the trash can.

Well, the standard dead fat house room.

Although the smell is not a biological weapon, the agents' expressions of disgust, as if they would rather the smell be gas bombs.

"Sit down, don't be nervous, let me ask a few simple questions."

An agent who sang a red face helped Alex to the sofa, and the other agents tacitly checked other rooms.

Alex glanced at the agent who had died and the white suitcase in his hand.

What's in this box?

"Don't look, I want to ask a question, you must answer truthfully."

Alex returned to his senses and nodded hurriedly.

…………

After half an hour, the inquiry was finally over.

It was a few simple questions, but the agent asked them endlessly.

Even if you have scored in the exam, whether you have been physically punished by the teacher, you have to ask what the beautiful classmates in the class call.

Alex got all the memories of Fat House through his meal.

As long as he wants, he can even tell the color of the underwear he has worn since childhood.

But precisely because he couldn't do this, he was exhausted by the agent's questions.

What questions should be answered without thinking.

What question should hesitate to answer uncertainly.

What question should never be answered.

The agent's inquiry seemed to be out of order, but in fact there was a secret.

Fortunately, Alex has a certain counter-reconnaissance method, and he performed perfectly from beginning to end, without showing any horses.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The agent shook his hand and left the room to the corridor.

Coleson was lying on the guardrail watching the scenery, and an agent was standing beside him reporting the situation.

"Sir, all parts of the room have been checked, there are no omissions, no problems."

"Where is the computer?"

"There are traces of long-term use, and there is no abnormality in the preliminary inspection."

"Preliminary inspection?"

"Yes, it does not rule out that he is a computer expert and deleted all the data. If you want to completely eliminate the suspicion, you must bring the computer back to SHIELD for inspection."

"Okay, I get it. How about you, how did you ask?"

The agent said: "It's perfect, no flaws."

Coulson smiled: "That's a problem."

Alex is still inexperienced after all.

How can a fat house with a fat brain and social phobia pass the SHIELD test perfectly?

"There is another doubt." The agent added: "Stay close with him, you can always smell a faint bloody smell, which is most obvious when you speak. Of course, this is just my personal feeling. ."

"These doubts are enough, get ready to do it!"

Coleson’s case-handling model is inherited from Nick Fury, with a harmless face of humans and animals, and in fact he is more ruthless than anyone else.

"understand!"

The agent took out an anesthesia gun from the holster, strode into the room, and fired three shots at Alex who was drinking water.

Shoo!

Alex didn't notice, and the three anesthesia bombs penetrated the body accurately.

He threw away the water glass, and stood up in a panic while covering his neck: "Sir, what are you?"

The agent sneered: "Don't pretend, you have too many flaws."

Hearing this, Alex was surprised, and his brain started to move quickly.

flaw?

Is there a problem with my answer just now?

I think should not be.

Could it be said that this is the FBI deliberately testing me?

Should I fall to the ground unconscious?

No, it cannot be done. The risk is too great and I cannot take it.

Fight!

In an instant, Alex made up his mind.

He pretended to be paralyzed, and walked staggering.

"This is a veterinary anesthesia bomb, which is specially used to anesthetize lions and elephants."

Veterinary narcotic bomb?

Oh, it doesn't feel at all.

Alex showed disdain, his body rushed out like a tiger and leopard.

"Shit!"

Before the last sound came out, the agent was caught by Alex's neck, and he drew his pistol and shot at the agents.

Bang bang bang!

Alex's speed was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, but S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were not fish on the chopping board.

At the moment he ran away, the agent who sensed the danger immediately rushed to the bunker, and all the shots were empty.

And he focused on the other agents, and didn't notice that the one who was stuck in his neck hadn't lost resistance yet.

The agent didn't use force to break Alex's finger, because it must be in vain.

He chose to reach into his pocket and drew out a dagger, then cut off Alex's wrist with his backhand.

Stabbed!

A sharp pain came.

Alex was a little dazed.

When did fbi's combat effectiveness become so strong? It is completely different from the memory!

At the moment he was stunned, the agent fell directly to the ground, and the other agents took the opportunity to pull the trigger at him.

Bang bang bang!!!

There was loud gunfire in the apartment, and special bullets shot into Alex's body, splashing blood.

After one round of shooting, only half of the more than two hundred catties of fat was left, and a large pool of slaughter-like blood poured on the floor.

The agents changed their magazines and looked at the blood man in front of them vigilantly.

"Humph……"

The disdainful nasal sound means that the owner is still alive.

"The marksmanship is accurate, the skill is good, and the reaction is fast. You are definitely not fbi!"

"We are S.H.I.E.L.D., you are the son of a bitch!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D...." Alex clenched his fists disdainfully: "No matter which game you are in, the pistol won't kill me."

"What about this one!"

Coulson appeared at the door, holding a hand-held laser cannon that often appears in movies.

boom!

Before he could answer, Coleson pulled the trigger.

A group of blue lasers spewed out, blasting Alex out of the wall in an instant, and landed on the street outside the apartment.

The thick walls collapsed in an instant, and Coleson was also frightened by the power of the laser cannon: "Hydra's weapons are really useful."

Alex fell from the roof and slammed heavily on the cold road.

A big hole with a diameter of fifty centimeters was broken in his chest and abdomen. If the laser cannon was wider, he could be beaten into two pieces.

As soon as the mind moved, the flesh and blood began to squirm to repair the wound.

Fortunately, I have obtained a lot of flesh and blood from eating out these days, if I just woke up from the hospital and got such a shot.

He directly gged.