Beautiful Man

Leaving Alexander's office, Stan Phil took the elevator to the logistics department.

"Hello sir!"

"Good morning, Sir!"

"Stan, go to the bar tonight?"

...

On the way to the office, the agents of the logistics department stopped and greeted him enthusiastically.

Stanfield smiled genially, like a spring breeze, beckoning to respond to every employee.

Seven years ago, he gave up his post in the Drug Enforcement Administration, declined the invitation of the Ministry of Justice, abandoned the social relations and political resources he had accumulated for many years, and went undercover under SHIELD.

With sophisticated political and social methods, he quickly became active in SHIELD.

However, Nick Fury had doubts about his identity from beginning to end, and often used small means to test him.

In order to prevent exposure, under Jason's instruction, Stanfield, the undercover agent, has been in a latent state, which is considered a dead move.

He has handled a lot of information about the ineffectiveness of the clown organization, but he can't tell which information is true and which are the temptations of Nick Fury.

So in most cases, Stanfield ignored the information.

Because he knows very well that even if the intelligence is true, there is no way to shake the foundation of the clown organization.

Unless he encounters important information that can completely subvert the clown organization, he will never take the initiative to contact the organization.

After seven years of hard work, Nick Fury, who was suspicious of him, couldn't fault him.

Because of the profound qualifications of the resume, excellent work ability, and the importance of Alexander.

Stanfield has risen all the way in the workplace and has now become the head of the logistics department of S.H.I.E.L.D., a level 7 agent.

Alexander is right. As a partner, Hydra is undoubtedly qualified.

But the prerequisite for cooperation is that the two sides are quite capable of helping each other.

To the clown organization seven years ago, Hydra was a behemoth, and cooperation with him naturally had more advantages than disadvantages.

However, time has passed, and the current clown organization has grown to the point where it can ignore the Hydra.

The so-called cooperative relationship has naturally become a subordinate relationship, even a master-servant relationship.

The servant wants to get a share of the profit, of course, it depends on the master's mood.

And Alexander's bad attitude made Stanfield not want to give it to him at all.

………………

Walk into the independent office of the agent in charge of the logistics department.

Stanfield activated the anti-monitoring mode and closed the entire office.

After confirming that there was no omission, he took out a communicator from the mezzanine of the bookcase.

This is the communicator of the Stanfield Emergency Contact Organization, which is equipped with the most advanced communication system and anti-monitoring device.

However, after all, he is in the headquarters of SHIELD, and there are still risks in contacting the organization rashly, so he will use this communicator only in emergencies.

"Stan! This is an emergency contact method, something happened to SHIELD?"

"No, I have good news to tell you. Princess Surui of Wakanda has appeared!"

Stanfield made a long story short and told the liaison officer Belmode.

Belmode received the news, almost incoherent with excitement.

She urged: "Great! You must find Su Rui's whereabouts as soon as possible. The technical staff and materials in her hand are very important to the organization."

Stanfield smiled and said, "Don't worry, I already have a plan, and there will be news soon tonight."

These words poured cold water on Belmode, she immediately calmed down, and said hesitatingly:

"Tonight! Are you in a hurry? It's a big deal. I suggest you send a few accomplices to Washington to help you. If the action fails, Su Rui will be in trouble!

Stanfield said confidently: "I don't need to trouble you, I happen to have a helper in my hand."

Belmode asked: "Helper? How is the strength? Are people reliable?"

Stanfield leaned heavily on the back, thought about it and said:

"If I guessed correctly, he should be like you and me."

"Like you and me?" Belmode contemplated this sentence, and then exclaimed:

"You mean, he is also an accomplice of Jason. But this is impossible. Jason is already in an alien. How can there be new accomplices?"

Stanfield estimates: "Although I can't say 100%, I feel that he has a great chance of organizing his party."

"As for how the boss recruited new comrades on an alien planet, I don't know. But even if he can upgrade us with super powers so far away, he naturally has a way to do this."

Belmore had to think about it for a moment and thought that his idea was somewhat reasonable, but she still said uneasy:

"Before accepting him formally, we must pass our test."

Stanfield said: "If all goes well, he and Su Rui will return to Wakanda tonight. Then you can do further tests. Tonight, you guys should work hard and always pay attention to the airspace of Wakanda. Rui’s fleet may appear anywhere."

"Okay, I understand, I will prepare now!"

…………

Turn off the communicator and release the anti-monitoring mode.

Stanfield lowered the back of his chair, closed his eyes, and calculated the progress of the plan in his mind.

Su Rui's fleet is missing, and now only Nick Fury can contact him, so it is impossible to bypass him if he wants to complete the mission.

Nick Fury has always had doubts about him, and everyone will doubt him if something happens.

So this task can only be entrusted to others, and he himself needs to prepare a perfect alibi.

Thinking of this, Stanfield took out his cell phone and called two colleagues in the logistics department.

After seven years undercover, he also mastered his cronies and connections in SHIELD.

It's just that those people are attracted by Stanfield's anti-drug deeds and moral character, and they still don't know his true identity.

Even because Nick Fury put on small shoes for him, to fight for him.

I don't know how these friends and colleagues will feel when his identity is revealed.

To be friends, it must be similar, and the two agents also like clubbing.

After appointing a meeting time, Stanfield started work normally.

Waiting until the end of get off work, he changed into casual clothes and left the logistics department, taking the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Nick Fury's car is still parked in the special parking space of the Secretary.

This is not unexpected at all!

The appearance of Wakanda and the comeback of the clown organization messed up the world.

Mr. Director, who loves work, will definitely stay at the headquarters and work overtime.

Sitting in a Chevrolet car issued by S.H.I.E.L.D., Stanfield drove out of the parking lot while texting the two friends he had appointed.

Using the excuse of going back and changing clothes, he delayed the appointment time by one hour.

My friends have no objection to this, because they think so too.

Going to the bar for a drink, it is inevitable that you will run into a girl who is beloved.

If your body is stinking, it's all the smell of smoke, you will have to stay alone tonight.

…………

Stanfield's residence in Washington, about half an hour from the headquarters.

In order to prevent Nick Fury from finding faults, he didn't dare to make money, and even the small treasury's funds did not dare to move a penny.

There is no gray income. With the annual income of 300,000 U.S. dollars from Level 7 agents, after removing the basic monthly expenses, he can't afford a high-quality house in Washington.

There is no need to buy a house, and there is no family to support. Stanfield has a lot of spare money every month, which is enough for him to rent a high-end apartment.

Park the car downstairs, walk into the elevator to the 17th floor of the apartment.

Pulling out the key, turning the handle, and pushing open the thick wooden door, the room is completely dark.

Stanfield walked straight into the study, and the yellow lamp was still on.

"came back!"

Behind the desk sat a man in a black cloak.

He lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, he could only tell from his voice that he was a man.

The man in the cloak closed the book in his hand and set it aside.

He raised his head slightly, revealing his pale face, and then asked in a grim, low voice:

"I have been waiting for two days. This period of time is enough for you to verify my identity."

Stanfield spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't find your information."

The man in the cloak became extremely impatient: "Then tell me Jason's location, and I will find him personally!"

Stanfield shook his head and said: "The position of the boss cannot be easily told to outsiders."

The man in the cloak immediately said: "I have already said that I am Jason's party, just like you! If you don't believe me, you can contact Jason and he will tell you who I am."

Stan continued to shook his head: "I'm very sorry, I have a special status and I cannot easily contact the organization."

The man in the cloak squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes were sharp, and he stared at him with an unkind expression. He clenched a strangely shaped wooden stick with his right hand.

Stanfield glanced at it and said, "If you don't believe it, you can try to get into my brain."

"I've tried it. Your superpowers can shield my magic." The man in the cloak gently put down the stick and believes: "On the premise that I don't want to hurt you."

Ouch, this new colleague has a good tone.

Stanfield no longer shirks, and bluntly said: "Let’s do this, you help me complete a task to prove your loyalty to the organization. After it’s done, I will tell you. Don’t worry, this is not a private task, but an organizational task. ."

The man in the cloak did not hesitate and asked, "What task?"

Stanfield stepped forward and sat on the chair opposite the desk: "Nick Fury, do you know this person?"

The man in the cloak nodded and said, "Director of SHIELD, your immediate boss."

Stanfield: "Yes, Nick Fury has a communicator. The owner of the communicator is very important to the organization."

"Your task is to find Nick Fury, get the communicator from him, then meet the owner of the communicator pretending to be him, and finally control her and let her go home obediently."

The man in the cloak questioned: "The mission information is too vague. Can you tell me more in detail?"

Stanfield stood up and prepared to leave: "Time is limited, I can only tell you so much. As for the detailed information, you will know when you invade Nick Fury's mind."

The man in the cloak said: "Then do I need to control Nick Fury, make him a puppet of the organization, or kill him directly."

Stanfield shook his head and said, "Without Nick Fury, my undercover career would be too boring. Leave him to me, and I will treat him well. After you complete the task, the rest of the party will tell you the boss s position."

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After explaining the task, Stanfield went to the master bedroom suite to take a bath.

When he walked out in an expensive suit, the man in the cloak had disappeared.

Stanfield walked to the desk. There were a dozen books piled on the desk, all of which he had read these past two days.

"Looks like a living dead, holding a wooden stick, and fighting with magic. The boss recruited by the party this time is a bit strange. What's more strange is his name-Voldemort, which is obviously more like a title."

After making a comment, Stanfield simply tidied his desk, and then left the apartment and drove to the bar.

…………

The sky is as dark as ink, and neon lights illuminate the entire city.

Voldemort left Stanfield's apartment, his body turned into a black mist and rushed into the sky.

Under the cover of night, he smoothly arrived at the Tri-Wing Building.

In the director's office, Nick Fury is sitting at his desk doing official business.

He didn't notice that outside the transparent glass window, a cloud of black fog approached quickly.

The black mist easily penetrates in ignoring the bulletproof glass, and then gathers together to change into a human shape.

Nick Fury's attention has been focused on the file in his hand.

Suddenly, he felt a breathing sound in the room.

Frowning and turning around fiercely, Nick Fury was also slightly frightened.

At some unknown time, a man in a black cloak stood before the glass window.

No, it is not certain that he is human yet.

His body is tall and thin, like a skeleton.

The eyes are blood red, and the pupils are two slits, like the eyes of a cat.

Flat nose, nostrils are two thin slits.

The skin on his face was paler than a skeleton.

Are they really human?

Seeing the other's face clearly, Nick Fury became increasingly uncertain.

He moved his finger, trying to pull the gun from his pocket: "Sir, who are you?"

Voldemort slowly raised his hand, holding the old magic wand in his right hand: "My boy, I suggest you put your hand down."

What a keen observation!

Nick Fury's body stiffened, and the movements of his fingers stopped immediately.

This person not only looks terrifying, but even speaks like a devil's whisper. Who is he?

As for the other party calling himself a child, Nick Fury had no psychological burden.

Seeing his half-dead look, saying that he was a zombie resurrected a thousand years ago, Nick Fury believed it.

Called children by thousands of years old, this wave is not bad.

Hearing that, Nick Fury gave up his plan to draw a gun.

Intuition tells him that the large-caliber pistol of SHIELD cannot cause harm to this man.

Rather than die, call for support.

"Sir, you haven't answered my question yet."

Nick Fury sat upright, and his right hand quietly approached the button under the table.

How could these little movements be hidden from Voldemort's eyes.

He shook his head regretfully, pointed the old wand at Nick Fury, and said loudly:

"Bai Qu Fikasto Tales (all petrochemical)"

Nick Fury's body immediately stiffened.

My finger was only a few centimeters away from the alarm button, but I couldn't move an inch.

I want to cry out for help, but I can't even yell a note.

After controlling the target, Voldemort stepped forward, and the old magic wand lightly waved, saying a spell:

"Fadrischham (Course of Loyalty)"

In the next moment, Nick Fury's expression was dull and his eyes were blank, as if he had Alzheimer's, but he soon returned to normal.

Nick Fury stood up, knelt on one knee, with a respectful and sincere expression: "My master!"