American Comics: Transformed Into A Super Race, Spider Gwen Was Stunned

"Director."

"Have you found anyone?"

At the Headquarters of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Agency, Fury sat behind his desk, waiting for Phil Coulson's report.

"Not really." Phil Coulson, the head of Novice Village, shook his head regretfully, "I got some information from the High Table, and I can be sure that the identity of the Saiyan is forged."

"There is no clue as to his real identity."

Fury's face didn't change, and Phil Coulson couldn't tell if it definitely changed, so he didn't expect Phil Coulson to achieve anything overnight.

"Tell me what you find out now."

Phil Coulson nodded, "Character number 09021, once used the name 'Tao Baibai' and 'Saiyan', his real identity is unknown, his age is unknown, and his strength is unknown."

Fury frowned.

Code, a bunch of unknown you say fart.

Phil Coulson ignored his boss and continued to report.

"The first time the target appeared was six years ago, he obtained gold coins by killing a killer and successfully registered at the Continental Hotel."

"In the past six years, he has completed about 80 missions, with a 100% success rate, and more than 200 deaths. He even died in his hands. After his fame spread, he was called the king of killers in New York."

Phil Coulson slowly described the information he had investigated.

Backed by the Security Council, the resources that S.H.I.E.L.D can use are unimaginable. Even the High Table cannot avoid being infiltrated. Sometimes, when S.H.I.E.L.D is not convenient to come forward, they will entrust the Continental Hotel to issue a reward.

Just like Sun Wuming, several of the missions he performed were issued by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Indirect part-time job belongs to yes.

And as Phil Coulson returns, Nick Fury's heart sinks.

He is powerful, treats human life like nothing, and accepts jobs as soon as he is paid. This kind of person does not look like a superhero, but is a threat to society.

But after thinking about it, the other party may be doing it for money, and besides the killer mission, S.H.I.E.L.D has not obtained any news about the other party's murder.

Maybe it's another existence similar to Natasha Romanoff that can be recruited.

After rounding up his logic, Nick Fury felt much better. He raised his single eye and said to Phil Coulson who was waiting for instructions:

"Let's put the Saiyan matter aside for the time being. As long as the other party has contact with the Continental Hotel, it's fine. Now there are more important things that need you."

Phil Coulson shrugged slightly, rolling his eyes inwardly.

This is the beginning of KFC again. Every time he wants to assign himself to perform difficult tasks, this boss will always say things seriously.

However, considering his own salary and pension, Phil Coulson is still very cooperative and said:

"Good director, but may I know what the mission is?"

"Tony Stark was attacked by a terrorist organization at a weapons exhibition in the Middle East and is now missing."

"What?!" Phil Coulson exclaimed, this is Stark, the most talented businessman and the most profitable scientific genius in the United States.

More importantly, the other party is inextricably linked with S.H.I.E.L.D. Tony's father, Howard Stark, is the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"This matter is not that simple. I have sent people to the Middle East to find it. You are responsible for investigating the interior of Stark Industry."

"You suspect it was done by your own people?"

"That's right."

As the king of agents, Nick Fury does not believe in all coincidences, why Stark's itinerary and surrounding soldiers did not discover the terrorist organization's raid.

There must be someone who got in the way.

"I see." Phil Coulson stroked his hairline, which had receded another two millimeters, and sighed.

I have to work overtime again.

...

In Midtown High School, Sun Wuming didn't care about the changes in the unexpected world, propped his head and looked out the window in a daze.

Half a semester has passed in the blink of an eye, and the midterm exam will be in two days.

The teacher on the stage spit and splashed stars, looking at the blackboard for a while, and pointing at the books for a while.

This is a history teacher, Sun Wuming doesn't understand.

As far as the United States exists, there is no dynasty in the Dragon Kingdom, and there is a history of der.

Moreover, the period when Lao Hei was a slave had to be cut off, so the time became even shorter.

One Roosevelt, one Lincoln, from elementary school to high school, it made his ears callous.

Gwen turned her head quietly, looked at Sun Wuming's bored look, wrote a line on the note, and threw the ball of paper at a speed that her classmates couldn't find out.

Sun Wuming took it and opened it to see what was written on it.

"Teach me how to fight tonight."

Gwen is very yearning for the magic of qi, but she can't practice it yet.

Then start with the Fighting technique.

In front of Sun Wuming, her little skill can't stand on the table at all.

Looking up, meeting those beautiful big blue eyes, Sun Wuming nodded, wrote a line and threw the note back.

"No problem, but you need to wear a Spider battlesuit."

Gwen's pretty face flushed.

Big satyr.

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