After solving the hijacking of the Remlia Star, the members of the SHIELD Special Forces no longer dare to underestimate Emier, a young man who looks like a weak college student. ++++

Even if she is a little loli, if she dares to airborne from a plane hundreds of feet in the storm of the Pacific Ocean, she will win the respect of these special forces members.

Captain America and Natasha were in a cold war, and they didn't have a conversation on the plane.

The extremely bored Imir borrowed his cell phone from Rumlo, "Hello, I am Imir. You should remember, well, the latest S.H.E.L.D. Special Consultant."

He began to emphasize his identity intentionally or unintentionally, and he was very upset!

: "Oh my God, you just called my office directly? This is very unsafe. If I guessed correctly, you should be on the fighter plane with the captain. You are very fast. If you have any questions, wait until you come to my office."

The opposite side quickly hung up the phone. Imil shrugged helplessly and said to Captain America and Natasha: "Okay, both of you, don't be cold anymore. Whether it's God or Satan, it's better to bless Nick to explain me anyway, otherwise I don't mind making some trouble for him."

About a few hours later, the modified Kun-style fighter jets had already entered Washington State, and they flew directly to the headquarters base of SHIELD, the Trident Building. On the roof of the Trident Building, there was enough space for the Kun-style fighter jets to land.

Before Emire could open the cabin door, she had already turned into a weak body and traveled out. Captain America was shocked. He knew Emire's destructive power. He turned around and looked at the special forces team members and finally ordered: "Rumlo, you go hand in the mission, Natasha, go with me, I hope Emire won't be too impulsive."

Natasha picked up her hands and nodded, "Although Emire is young, she is not a reckless person. He will not do anything too much to Nick."

Captain America thought for a moment, nodded, agreeing with Natasha's judgment of Emire's personality.

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In a corner of the roof of the Trident Building at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, a row of dozen agents were carefully holding pistols to monitor Imil. When Imil crossed the ceiling, he was shocked by all the civilian employees.

If it weren't for the good lighting of the glass exterior wall of the Trident Building and the broad daylight, they would have thought they had seen ghosts in their nightmare.

Imil looked at the guns in the hands of these little agents indifferently, smiling. He was surrounded by agents alone. But for some reason, the agents who were nervous and panicked were the ones surrounding him.

No one is a fool. He works at S.H.I.E.L.D. on weekdays, he can get some confidential information. Although he doesn't know Emire's identity, from this way of appearance, he is not a good deal.

A secret agent asked cautiously: "Sir, our S.H.I.E.L.D. is a top secret department. Not anyone can enter the Trident Building. Do you have anything you need to serve us?"

The other civilian agents immediately cast contemptuous eyes at the leader who spoke. They are now interrogating the suspect who illegally invaded the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., how can they communicate with this young man in this tone?

It was as if this young man was a government official sent by his superiors to inspect the task, and they were subordinates who had to provide services to him.

In the noisy movement, Agent Hitville secretly revealed his bald head from a passage. Imil's eyes were sharp and his eyes moved towards him, and the bald head immediately shrank back.

Rumlo and his several special forces team members who had already unequipped their equipment also quietly followed Agent Hitville and sneaked into the riot hall.

Imil smiled, he reached into the inner bag of his clothes, and immediately, the group of civilian agents took a step back in one go.

"Don't be too nervous, sirs, this is my S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

One of the youngest employees was pushed out by his colleagues, who took the certificate from Imire's hand and entered Imire's verification password on the watch in his hand.

"It's true, welcome, Longinus consultant!" The employee breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately saluted Emire with an American military salute.

Imil smiled and took back his certificate, and asked, "Okay, I'm here to find Director Nick for something. Where is his office?"

The employee stood attentively and said: "Report to the consultant, the director's office is in..."

Halfway through his words, he was suddenly awakened by more than a dozen eyes staring at him behind him. Yes, Imil looks a few years younger than him. When did SHIELD have such a young special consultant?

He shut his mouth and looked at Emire in confusion: "Mr. Consultant, why don't you even know where the director's office is?" He felt that he had enough reason to suspect that this young boy tampered with the S.H.E.L.D. firewall and gained internal permissions for himself.

, and after Agent Skye who defected from the High Tide Organization appeared, the trust of these civilians at SHIELD in their firewall plummeted.

It seems that as long as you are an individual, you can break through the firewall and browse all the secrets of S.H.E.L.D.

Seeing the atmosphere getting nervous again, Captain America and Natasha walked in side by side. Natasha frowned and dispersed the conscientious agents, and smiled helplessly: "You are so embarrassing, so many people are facing a young man. Now the alarm is lifted, you can continue to do your own thing."

Captain America reached out and grabbed Emire, took him to the direction of the elevator, and said, "Okay, OK, Emire, don't tease these civilian employees. Natasha and I are going to meet Nick. If you want to find him, go up with us."
Chapter completed!