"Phil, I learned a secret, a secret about the top leaders of SHIELD. A dangerous secret that is closely related to you, me, Melinda, and everyone."

"oh?"

Agent Colson subconsciously turned his head and looked at his commander. His face was full of curiosity and exploration.

Merlin didn't even look at him, but he felt Colson's curiosity. The corners of his mouth twitched, and a strange smile appeared. He slowly said to Colson:

"But unfortunately, I can't tell you. Because your confidentiality level is not enough."

"oh."

Colson refocused his attention on the steering wheel and the road in front of him with expressionless expression. Obviously, this was a slightly bad joke.

His mood also became bad.

"Look"

Merlin noticed the change in Colson's mood. In the galloping darkness, he smiled strangely, and said:

"These secrets that can only be hidden in the heart are such an annoying thing."

In the next ten minutes, the two of them did not speak again.

Colson sent Merlin to a remote small airport, where a postal plane inside S.H.E.L.D. was waiting for him. Because Merlin was on a special mission this time, his whereabouts were completely confidential.

By the time the Ministry of Defense discovered that Merlin had disappeared, he was already in distant Central Asia.

Just as Merlin opened Lora's trunk and took out his trolley case, he suddenly reached out and pressed Colson's shoulder, and he whispered in Colson's ear:

"Be careful when you start working now."

"Um?"

Colson looked at his commander in confusion, Merlin shook his head at him, and he said:

"Don't trust any strangers"

Merlin looked into Colson's eyes and said seriously:

"It's enough to believe in yourself."

"Sir, is something wrong?"

Colson asked back, but Merlin didn't answer. He reached out and patted Colson on the shoulder, like saying goodbye. In the dark night, Merlin pulled the trolley case and walked towards the plane in front of him. He whispered without looking back:

"Stop asking."

"Your level of confidentiality is not enough."

A few minutes later, the ready-made postal plane, carrying Merlin, a unique passenger, rushed into the dark night sky with the whistling sound.

In the darkness at the edge of the airport, Colson put on his sunglasses again. He watched the plane disappear into the night sky. He shook his head, restarted his car and returned to his place where he lived.

Colson could feel that what Merlin said was not groundless.

Something must have happened.

Perhaps, the reason why Chief Merlin left this time was not that simple.

Maybe, should he find a way to investigate?

Merlin didn't know what Colson was thinking. After the plane took off, he quickly entered a long-lost sleep.

He will follow the plane and land in Paris after several hours of flight.

Then transfer there, cross half of Europe, and land in Dubai.

Finally, from that desert city, through the Arab world with other means of transportation, enter Asia, and finally reach your destination.

This is not a journey that can make people feel comfortable. It is not a journey that can make people feel comfortable across most of the world to a turbulent country, looking for some secret clues. This kind of crazy life can only be experienced by the agents walking on the darkness and the tip of the knife.

Their lives are so "exciting".

Three days later, Merlin was sitting in an old bus full of people and shaking endlessly.

His dress at this time is no longer the same as the suit he had never turned gray for thousands of years, but was replaced by a very ordinary dress. The half-old and half-new suit was paired with a somewhat worn handbag given to him by Harry, a pair of frameless glasses, and messy hair.

It looks no different from those foreigners who make a living in the Afghanistan region.

Amid the sounds of exotic and life around him, Merlin closed his eyes and leaned against a seat full of sweat-smelling. He was playing with a badge in his hand, and his fingers felt the marks of ten rings on the badge.

After a moment, he looked out the window.

On both sides of the street are rows of two-story shops, and you can see the mosques located in the street from afar. Wherever he sees, several lonely tall buildings stand out in this slightly backward city.

Most of the houses are white, with trees rarely seen on the streets, and the sky above the head is very clear, at least much bluer than the sky in New York.

The sun is very bright, and at this point, there are few people on the streets. The pedestrians walk in the shadows of buildings to hide from the sun. Some wear blue vests, some wear white robes. The women on the street are all wearing depressing black robes, covering their faces and revealing their eyes.

They are in a hurry and live their own ordinary life on these ordinary days.

There are quite a few cars on this street, but there is no feeling of traffic that Merlin has become accustomed to, and even makes Merlin feel a sense of tranquility. In the bustling hustle and bustle of this strange place, this place makes Merlin feel strange.

This is Kandaha
Chapter completed!