"Hiss, it hurts a little!"

Sitting on the return plane, in the brightly lit cabin, Pierce leaned against the sofa, Agent Hand was helping the commander deal with the wound.

The feeling of alcohol cleaning the wound was bad, and the stinging pain made Pierce's face twitch.

The rebels did not treat him preferentially. His precious shirt was covered with blood. The guys probably beat him up. There were shocking bruises on his face, chest and behind him.

"What the hell is going on? Pierce. How could they catch you so easily?"

Fury sat opposite Pierce, and he handed a glass of iced wine to his commander.

After being rescued and finally letting go, Pierce reached out to grab the wine glass. He drank a sip of wine to calm his spirit. Walking through the gates of hell made Pierce a little tired.

When facing Fury's inquiry, the old man in his 50s breathed a sigh of relief and said to the agents in front of him:

"It happened very suddenly, and even this rebellion was not in advance."

The old man held a wine glass and shook it in his hand, he said:

"I don't know how those militants knew my location. I was resting in the embassy, ​​and suddenly I heard an explosion. My adjutant covered me to leave, but as soon as the car drove out of the embassy, ​​it was blocked by a group of people at the intersection."

"I tried my best to defeat a bastard, but there were too many of them. After all, I was old and couldn't do anything."

Pierce blinked with bruised eyes, he smiled humorously, and said:

"It may be that I was really unlucky. Even the secret retreat route was 'guessed' by the militants."

The agents looked at each other, which was obviously just Pierce's joke.

An important person like him, the time and process of each trip are completely confidential. If there is no inner-comer in this case, it would definitely not be such a coincidence.

"They have already begun to clear us at a designated location."

Agent Gatler, who was flying the plane, switched to the self-driving mode, and said to others:

"Sir Pierce is only the first one, if they succeed, then Fury is the second one. It seems that their determination to dismember the Strategic Science Legion faction this time is very firm, and even hesitates to use this method of endless troubles."

"This is a good thing, Garrett."

Pierce, who was leaning against the chair, drank a sip of wine, and he closed his eyes as if he was resting. He whispered:

"The more intense the opponents are, the more they still have fear in their hearts. The fear of our comeback makes them make regrettable decisions."

"It's a good thing, we can take advantage of this and take advantage of their failure this time."

Pierce picked up the wine glass and he said to others:

"Leave these political games to me. You have won the first battle, and I will take over the next battle."

"Sir, will you slap them in the face hard?"

Merlin asked, Pierce turned his head to look at him, and shook his head:

"No."

A cold light flashed in Pierce's bruised eyes, and he said softly:

"I will make them kneel on the ground and look up at us with a flattering smile, just like before. But this takes time, and any effective counterattack takes time to brew. During this time, we must hide ourselves."

"Yes, Pierce is right."

Fury turned around and said to others:

"Korle and the people behind him won't give up so easily. After Pierce is rescued, their attacks will only be wider and crazier. We will survive this period."

"We are all far away from North America, they are out of reach."

Agent Hand held his arms and said to Fury:

"Only you and Merlin stay in the country, so they will definitely target you two."

"Ms. Carter is still here."

Fury said:

"I don't need to worry too much, and Kohler dares not persecute me openly. It's mainly Merlin. He has no foundation and is just a newcomer who just joined the company. It's easy for Kohler to cause trouble for him. He just needs to be charged casually and find some 'evidence'. Merlin's future will be over, and that stain may accompany him for the rest of his life."

"Let him hide in the European branch for a while."

Gatler lit a cigar and said to Fury and Merlin:

"Because of Ms. Carter's relationship with us has always been good. As long as Merlin stays in London or Paris, I'm sure I can protect him."

"What about your opinion? Merlin."

Fury pondered for a moment, and he looked back at Merlin, and he asked:

"Would you like to go to Gatler? I'll hide there for a while, just treat it as a task transfer. It only takes half a day to go through the process, and Kohler didn't have time to stop it."

"It can be as short as several months, and it can be as long as one year."

Pierce, who hadn't spoken, also said:

"When you come back, kid. In New York, no one can bully you."

"I personally have no problem."

Merlin shrugged and said to Fury:

"But I still have a mission. Now it's just the beginning. Isn't it okay to give up halfway, right?"

“Safety is first, Merlin.”

Gatler took a sip of cigarettes and spit out a cigarette ring. He didn't know Merlin's specific task, so he persuaded him:

"You can wait until the situation stabilizes before coming back to continue your mission. Or simply find someone else to replace you. There are many people under Fury who are not trustworthy, and there are more people with more qualifications than you."

“Merlin’s mission is a bit special.”

Fury didn't say it clearly, he pondered, as if thinking.

However, Gatler's words made a flash of inspiration in Merlin's heart. He winked at Fury. The two walked to the other side of the cabin. Merlin lowered her voice and said to Fury:

"I met a man a few days ago, who claimed to be a young wizard from England. But according to my observation, he lived a very down-and-out life, and it should not be an orthodox heritage. I mean, if you really need someone to continue my mission, you can consider him."

"What's that person's name? Is it trustworthy?"

Fury's eyes lit up and he asked.

Merlin replied as usual:

"His name is John Constantine, with short golden hair, unruly, likes to smoke Sika cigarettes, and is wearing a dirty yellow windbreaker, dressed like a little gangster. He is moving around Hell's Kitchen, and my assistant Hitville has a photo of him. As for whether he is trustworthy or not, you have to judge."

Merlin coughed lightly and said to Fury:

"Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely tie a chain to this guy's legs and would not give him any chance to do anything wrong. He had something in his hand, but he was very slippery. He liked to do something deceiving and claimed to be a detective, but he had no professional ethics at all. In the end, he loved money very much."

"Well, it sounds like you have a bit of a holiday with him."

Fury glanced at Merlin, he nodded and said to Merlin:

"Okay, I'll take the time to check it out. If he is right, I'll hand him this task, but you'll still take it over after you come back."

"There's one more thing, Fury."

Merlin's tone became more serious, and he said to Fury:

"On the phone, the cult group rooted in Hell's Kitchen that I told you about is called Hell Rabies. They are really dangerous. Not only are they engaged in x-trading, but the cult leader Morris is also using magical means to transform ordinary people. I have encountered one. It's very tricky and violent. Ordinary agents are not the opponent of the defective half-demon at all."

"I don't know what they're planning, but I think that Morris has put so much effort into it, not just for small profits. So, if you can, you should focus on them."

"Defeat them early, or just kill that cult group!"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Meilin's eyes, and he said:

"Don't take it lightly."

"Oh, so, it's a tough guy, right?"

Fury touched his chin and he whispered:

"That's better, let our wise and powerful Minister Kohler deal with it. He is so happy that he is worried about not being able to show his presence recently."

Merlin was stunned for a moment. He looked at Fury. He really didn't understand. This guy had something in his mind. Such a conspiracy was just a matter of reaching out.

Sure enough, those who can become secret agents are not simple characters.

"Okay, your mission here will be paused and then go to Europe to stay."

Fury patted Merlin on the shoulder and told him:

"Getting along well with Gatler, he seems hard to get close to, but in fact he is a cold-hearted person. He is a very good action expert. He can definitely teach you a lot."

"My cousin, brother-in-law, and boy Eric, will entrust you to take care of him."

Merlin said something to Fury, who shook his head and said:

"When Kohler is eyeing you, the further you are from them, the safer they are."

"And as long as you don't talk nonsense, Kohler won't know your cousin's existence. The files of us are kept confidential, and at least Kohler can't see them."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll be relieved."

It was already dawn when Merlin returned to his home.
To be continued...