S.H.I.E.L.D., the full name of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, is an international agency directly under the United Nations Security Council that specializes in dealing with supernatural events. It has dual law enforcement powers within and outside the United States. It has a very wide jurisdiction, but the events under its jurisdiction
There is a hard requirement, that is, it must be a supernatural event.
Determining supernatural events requires the cooperation of multiple parties. First, when cases occur in certain areas, the order of investigation by law enforcement agencies within the state is local community police, higher-level police stations, and the state bureau of investigation. If the law enforcement agencies within the state cannot identify the cause,
, will continue to request support, and the case will be sent to the FBI.
The FBI will collect information extensively, communicate with local police, and even directly participate in investigations. If they believe that the case exceeds the scope of ordinary people's crimes, the case will be submitted to the Supernatural Event Management Department.
But SHIELD is not the only department that manages supernatural events. Almost every state has a Special Security Administration, or special security agency for short, to handle many specious supernatural cases in the state.
The reason why there is such a department is entirely because many supernatural cases are difficult to define. A very clever serial killer uses religious factors in his murder cases. Before he is arrested, he can easily be regarded as a supernatural being.
Supernatural events require the special security bureaus of each state to handle them.
After all, Marvel is a universe of superheroes, and there are also many civilians who cannot be called superheroes, but have special abilities. Most of them work in the Special Security Bureau. When this group of people investigated the accident scene, they found that it was not supernatural.
After the incident, the case will be transferred back to the FBI.
And if the FBI conducts another investigation and still cannot find any traces of man-made crime, the case will not be sent to the state department, but will be submitted directly to S.H.I.E.L.D.
In other words, most of the cases that can be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D., the FBI and the Secret Service have different opinions. Even the local police, local people and law enforcement agencies have difficulty reaching a consensus, and they are often divided into artificial or artificial
The two ghost factions are at loggerheads.
At this time, SHIELD needs to come forward to conduct a more detailed and professional investigation to determine whether this is a supernatural event.
It is actually difficult to tell how many of the various cases that SHIELD has taken over over the years are truly supernatural events and how many are man-made.
Most cases have both supernatural factors and it is difficult to get rid of human factors. It may be that the disaster was indeed affected by supernatural factors at the beginning, but in the end of the investigation, it was either humans who were behind it, or someone who took advantage of the situation to rob and harm their compatriots.
In the end, no matter whether it is a supernatural incident or the evil of human nature, there will definitely be no way to announce it to the public, and the public will think that S.H.I.E.L.D. is maliciously concealing it, and it will always be thankless for its efforts. Therefore, unless the impact is extremely wide and the public opinion is very large, S.H.I.E.L.D.
Fewer and fewer cases are accepted within the country.
Today was an exception. It was the last day of autumn. It rained heavily in the suburbs of New York. The helicopter's rotors cut through the rain curtain. When it fell, the air flow stirred up the water under the lawn soil and splashed the hatch into mud.
"I don't know how to describe it, it was terrifying."
A thin voice came from the crack of the door, accompanied by the crackle of firewood in the fireplace. Coulson got off the helicopter and approached the door. He signaled the agent holding the umbrella to step back a little, and he opened the door alone.
Went in.
An Asian female agent was sitting on the sofa nearby, listening attentively to a girl opposite. Coulson walked in quietly, which shocked the girl.
"Please don't be afraid, he is my boss." The Asian female agent stood up. Coulson nodded to her, motioned for her to sit down and said: "You don't have to feel restrained, Mei, have you got anything useful?"
Any clues?"
"We are just talking about this." The Asian female agent named Mei looked at the record book in her hand and pressed the button on the recording device. Opposite her, she was wearing a floral skirt and a knitted shawl.
The blonde girl looked particularly tired. She turned to stare at Colson who walked to the dining table and said.
"Mr. Agent, I have repeated what I saw dozens of times these days. No one wants to believe me. If you don't believe it, don't ask me again."
"Please believe that this is why we are here." Coulson turned around and leaned on the bar and said: "We are different from the agents who questioned you before. We are from SHIELD, an organization that specializes in managing supernatural events. You
have you heard of it?"
"They told me this name." The girl in the skirt sighed and said, "I don't care what bureau you are in, but please tell those agents to stop harassing me."
"Sorry, Adela, this is the responsibility of the FBI agent, please understand."
"I know you are very tired, and as the last witness to the incident, you only need to tell us what you saw again. I promise that no one will bother you again after this."
The girl called Adela sighed softly and said.
"Four days ago at dusk, I set off from Manhattan and drove to Buffalo. I wanted to return to this small house on the U.S.-Canada border left by my grandparents."
"Sorry, but I would like to ask..."
"My boyfriend and I broke up. Two weeks after he proposed to me, I found out that he had been in a long-term relationship with another woman, and this woman was also my boss. Obviously I couldn't survive in New York.
Already."
"I feel very sorry."
"It's not necessary." Adela sighed and said, "My grandmother often said that if you miss something, maybe your good luck has come. I think it's time to come back and spend time with my grandmother."
"Is she Canadian?"
"Yes, she married and came to the United States, but that is all in the past. Buffalo is a quite deserted place. I wanted to come back and relax, but when I first got here, I felt that it was a bit too remote. Maybe it was because I was more
Get used to the excitement of New York."
"I came back and tidied up the house briefly, and then fell asleep. Early the next morning, I drove across Canada to see Niagara Falls. But on the way, I felt something was wrong."
Mei immediately leaned forward and listened carefully to what Adela said. Colson also showed a focused attitude, which made Adela feel a little nervous. She closed her arms and kept rubbing her hands.
Then he said.
"It was extremely foggy that day. I don't know what happened. When I drove through the toll station early in the morning, I couldn't even see the sign clearly."
"Can you clearly feel the change in the air?" Colson asked.
Adela nodded and said: "I felt that the surroundings had become humid, but I didn't feel difficulty breathing. I opened the car window. The air outside the window was as humid and cold as every morning, with a little fragrance of the forest."
She turned to look at Colson nervously, as if waiting for him to ask for details, but Colson nodded and said, "Please continue, ma'am."
"The fog is getting thicker and thicker. I don't know when all the cars that crossed the border with me disappeared. It seems that I am the only one left on the entire highway."
"Do you remember the time?"
"It was past 7 o'clock in the morning, maybe almost 8 o'clock." Adela pursed her lips and said, "I didn't pay attention to the time, but I remember that the sun was almost seven or eight o'clock at that time."
"Thank you, please continue."
"I drove forward, but I felt something was wrong. When my grandmother was alive, sometimes our family would drive back to Canada to visit relatives. We often took this road. If I remember correctly, it was only about a kilometer away.
It’s no longer a straight line, it’s a right turn.”
"But the car kept driving." Adela spread her hands and said in confusion: "I feel like I drove at least 10 kilometers, but I didn't see any intersections or curves."
"Then what? Are you still driving straight ahead?"
"Of course not. I thought I was driving the wrong way, so I stopped in the next lane and got out of the car to see what was going on."
"In order to confirm whether I took the wrong road, I turned on the navigation device, but there was no signal, and there was no signal on my mobile phone. I was completely disconnected from the outside world, and I couldn't wait for any other cars."
"I had no other choice but to keep driving forward. Then after I don't know how long, I think it was at least 70 or 80 kilometers, my car ran out of gas, so I had no choice but to stop."
"Then what?" Coulson knew the key point was coming.
"I thought maybe the signal outside the car would be better, so I got out of the car." Adela shrank her shoulders and said, "Then when I got off, I found a figure standing at the end of the thick fog."
"Can you see what he looks like?"
Adela shook her head and said with some embarrassment: "The fog was too heavy, the visibility was less than 20 meters, and the shadow stood deep in the thick fog, and could only see a very blurry outline."
"But I'm pretty sure it was the shadow of a human being, at least a humanoid creature, standing straight there."
"What about your height?"
"I think he's maybe 1.9 meters, but he's not particularly tall or very strong. He looks like a human male, but I don't think he's human."
"Why?" Coulson asked.
"what why?"
"What characteristics about him make you think he is not human?"
"It's hard for me to describe." Adela lowered her head, pushed back the hair on her forehead with her clasped hands, lifted her lips and said, "His figure is shaking constantly. That's not something humans can do.
His movements are as if he is really a cloud of mist blowing in the wind."
"I think it's too... ethereal. It doesn't look like a person standing on the ground at all. It's like mist floating in the air."
"Did he do something?"
"No." Adela shook her head and said, "I think he is looking at me."
"Why? Why do you think he is looking at you?"
"I don't know, but I just felt that he was staring at me, as if he wanted to say something to me, but...no, nothing happened."
"So what did you do?"
"I felt very sad. I didn't know why this happened to me. I was referring to everything I had experienced before and the accident at that time. I felt that everything was not going well, so I went back to the car and started crying."
Adela took a deep breath, then exhaled it, leaned back on the sofa and said, "I don't know how long it took, but I felt very sleepy, so I fell asleep."
"When I woke up, I found Canadian traffic police knocking on my car window. They thought my car had broken down and asked me if I needed help."
"Where were you at that time?"
"Transit checkpoint." Adela frowned, rubbed her brows in pain and said, "The queue in front of me was very long, and I kept waiting. Maybe I fell asleep during this process."
"So was this a dream you had?" Mei asked.
Adela's face immediately showed a suffocated expression, and Colson hurriedly stepped forward and added: "What we mean is, do you think this is a dream you had?"
"Of course not." Adela said with some collapse: "If I thought this was a dream of mine, why would I call the police?"
"When I tried to start the car again, I found that the car was out of gas. It was exactly the same as what I had experienced in the fog, but it was impossible. I completed the refueling in Buffalo and the gas tank was full.
.”
"Even if there is really not much gas, how could it happen that there is no gas when driving to the border checkpoint?"
Adela reached out and took out a mobile phone from her handbag next to her and said: "And if it was a dream, why would the records of my satellite navigation search be there? This can be found on the official website of the communication provider.
The records found! You don’t want to say that all the programmers in the communication company are crazy, do you?!”
