Merlin and Vivian have initially set the time for the mutation test. The materials for the mutant agents on Vivian have been consumed in several experiments. Merlin needs to go to Europe to supplement new materials and handle some private affairs by the way.

But before leaving New York, he went to meet Fury first.

Well, it's midnight again.

Fury had been beaten to death by Merlin, and he met Merlin in his office.

The two mainly talked about Dr. Dougrons, who was brought back to New York by Elsa, who mastered a dangerous and exaggerated biological transformation technique. No matter how he fell into the hands of any ambitious force, it would cause great trouble and panic. Therefore, he absolutely applies to the "Supernatural Event Contact Protection Ordinance".

Fury arranged for him to start his life again at a secret location in Santalia, and his wife and daughter, who had been rescued from a base in Death Knell in Northern Ireland by Talia, far away in Europe, and would soon be sent back to North America.

At this point, the incident triggered by the Batman attack officially ended.

Merlin has already covered the nets of the Baron who recruited the death knell. Perhaps the next time he returns to New York, it will be the real closing moment.

Merlin was not in a hurry. Judging from the situation collected from bankers' memories, Hydra had only a dozen leaders in North America, and he could kill them one by one.

In fact, he enjoyed this kind of hunting.

And on the second day after Merlin left North America, in a remote Texas, a special meeting was also taking place in an orderly manner on a rural farm.

A speeding off-road vehicle stopped at the inconspicuous farm door with a straightforward waving head. With the sound of the door opening, John Gatler, a 7th Agent of SHIELD, jumped out of the car.

Compared to a few years ago, this old cowboy looks much better.

Just like the reverse growth in time, he is already in his forties, but from his appearance, he is now similar to a person in his 30s.

On the one hand, the therapists at St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital do know how to recuperate the patient's body.

On the other hand, after the life-saving instruments implanted in the body were replaced by reborn organs bit by bit, Gatler, an old cowboy who had once walked on the verge of death, was revitalized.

Unfortunately, this is the ultimate that therapists can do.

He suffered a serious injury in the 1980s. He was broken by a bullet and damaged his kidneys. He relied on the survival device for almost ten years. The serious injury completely changed him. Even with the help of magic, he could not recover completely.

Now there are a small number of organs in his body, which are replaced by life meter.

But Gatler was already satisfied.

Every day he opens his eyes, he feels that he is living in a new life. He cherishes every day of his life, just like the last day of his life.

If possible, Gatler hopes that he will resign from SHIELD, return to his hometown to be an ordinary person, and then spend the remaining decades of his life.

He has already given his life for S.H.E.L.D., and he hopes to live for himself in the next life.

But unfortunately, in the adult world, not everything goes well.

Especially, in those years when Gatler was injured, he had to make some decisions that affected his life in order to beg for life. When he made a choice, he had to bear the price. He had embarked on a road to the unknown, and he had to go all the way to the end.

“It’s here.”

Behind Gatler, several fully armed agents held guns, and beside him, a guy wearing a delicate suit and touching his hair oil, looked slightly treacherous, distinguishing the surroundings. He said to Gatler with a cowboy hat:

"This is the gathering place for the warriors who rebel from the Assassin League in Texas, and it is also our mission goal this time."

"Okay, don't do it first, I'll talk to them."

Gatler seemed not to like the cunning guy around him very much. He waved his hand and signaled the agents behind him to stay where he was. He put his hands in his pockets and swayed over the fence of the farm and walked towards the inside of the farm.

"Bang"

A bullet shot out of the farm house and was hitting the feet of Gatler, who was walking forward, a warning, no doubt.

In front of the old agent, the door of the house was pushed open. A young man wearing farm labor clothes and holding a hunting rifle, with a South American racial characteristics stood arrogantly at his door and shouted to Gatler:

"This is a private territory, get out!"

"Hi, calm down, man."

Gatler raised his hands and said to the farmer holding a shotgun with a gentle face:

"This farm is well-plated. Is this your territory?"

"It has nothing to do with you, get out of here!"

The farmer with a strong Texas style shouted in a constant tone:

"I'm not in the mood to chat with you."

"Trust me, man, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't necessary."

Gatler said:

"I'm here to deliver the letter."

"Whose letter?"

The farmer's muzzle was aimed at Garrett's head. Perhaps the next moment, the bullets flying out would blow the old agent's head. But facing the dark muzzle, Gatler was not afraid. He looked down at his pocket and said to the farmer:

"For your leader, Wilson Slade, he has a bad nickname called "Death Knell."

The farmer's face changed slightly. He raised his gun and shouted:

"I don't know any death knives. Hell, leave this!"

"are you sure?"

Gatler said slowly:

"But he told me that he knew you. He took you and a few others to escape from South Darbart while the night was dark, and then came to North America by a smuggling boat from the Bay of Bengal. You all the way away from the ninja master's pursuit. When you arrived in North America, there were only 7 left."

"Well, let me think about it again. Except for you and Ms. Emily, the remaining few people are operating in Santalia. They have established a stronghold there, what is it called? Death Gang? Right? I'm right?"

The farmer stared at Gatler, and after a moment, he put down the gun in his hand and said to Gatler:

"It seems you do know the leader. Where is he? Why not do it yourself?"

"Slade is injured, man."

Gatler said calmly and without reservation:

"A few days ago, with our support, he launched an attack on Nandarbat. He was a very outstanding commander. If there were no unexpected factors, he probably had fulfilled his long-cherished wish. But that doesn't matter. Anyway, your Ninja Master who is as afraid of as a tiger is dead. Now the person in power is the daughter of the Ninja Master, a woman with big breasts and no brains."

"Slade is now recuperating on our territory, and he can't come here to share the joy of victory with you, but he brings a letter that maybe you should take a look."

The old cowboy took out a rolled letter from his pocket and threw it to the farmer.

He said:

"I've peeked, sorry, I'm such a curious person. But unfortunately, I can't understand. That cunning guy was written in secret language, right?"

"Of course you can't understand."

While reading the letter, the farmer replied in a cold voice:

"Only our own people can understand it"

More than ten seconds later, the farmer raised his head, turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture to Gatler, he said:

"Well, it seems you're right. You're indeed our new friends. Come in and sit down, we have to talk."

Gatler gestured to the agents behind him, and they put down their guns and returned to the off-road vehicle. The old cowboy walked into the farmer's residence alone. He looked around and said to the farmer:

"Ms. Emily isn't here? I heard that she is the best female ninja under Slade's command, and she is the most beautiful."

"You should be glad that I am on duty here today."

The farmer brought two cups of tea, and he said to Gatler:

"If Emily was here, she would pull the trigger without hesitation and knock your head. She is not a patient person."

"Okay, then it's time to talk about the serious business."

Gatler ended up getting hot tea. He did not drink it, but kept the tea at hand, and he said to the farmer in front of him:

"Mr. Baptiste, I don't think I need to introduce myself anymore. Mr. Slade has introduced us very clearly. I am here to ask for your opinion. Do you and the warriors under your command join us? Well, let me say in advance, even if you refuse, you actually have no option to withdraw."

"Are you so confident?"

Baptiste sat opposite Garrett and said calmly:

"If all you come and your agents, I think it won't take long to bury you in this farm. You won't be so naive that you think I'm waiting for you alone, right?"

"Of course not."

Gatler said with a smile:

"I know there are many people hiding here, all very dangerous warriors, but I don't really care."

He raised his left hand, and under his thumb, there was a black device as thick as a cigar, pressing his fingers against that device. He said to the death knell follower in front of him:

"As long as I let go, Mr. Baptiste, the nearest military base here, will immediately launch a tactical ballistic missile. It takes nearly a minute to fly to reach this position and then destroy everything within a few kilometers around."

"I know you defected warriors are very good, but I think that in one minute, it may give you time to prepare a suicide note, but it cannot change your ending."

The old cowboy blinked at Baptiste and said:

"Look, I didn't come empty-handed either."

"But you will die."

The defector Baptist stared at Garrett's hand and whispered:

"You don't look like a lunatic, so I don't think you should be so reckless."
To be continued...