Going into battle with superheroes is not the original intention of Dugan to become a member of the S.H.E.E.L.D. Special Forces. He can't believe what he has seen in the past few days: "The superheroes fight each other on the streets, and we S.H.E.L.D. agents try to arrest them." [] If Director Nick is still there, this kind of thing will never happen."

As the director of SHIELD, Nick Fury is a hundred times better than Hill, so Nick Fury can easily leave Hill's street by adjusting the connection between ordinary people's society and superheroes.

Agent No. 13 said in a low voice: "And you can't continue any more. Dugan is right. The whole thing needs to be broken. And if I can help you finish it, then I have the responsibility to do it."

The psychotherapist's face was still hidden in the darkness and laughed dryly: "But you are still in a complicated mood?"

Agent No. 13 nodded and suddenly realized that she had unknowingly conveyed all the words in her heart. It was not possible to let an elite agent put down his natural vigilance against others.

However, if this other person is the best psychotherapist in the world, maybe this is not uncommon. Agent No. 13's nervous and confused mood eased a lot, and her speech speed slowly decreased: "Of course I am in a complicated mood. No matter what happens, it is a betrayal, at least a betrayal of each other's trust."

The No. 13 special worker was the liaison officer of S.H.E.L.D. and Captain America. In case of precautions, they set up an extremely secret intelligence transmission point to convey information to each other. Agent No. 13 arranged a meeting. Captain America had been lurking in New York for a long time, but Agent No. 13 knew that he would definitely appear. He would definitely appear at the time and place agreed upon by the request.

"Because Captain America would never have thought that I would betray him. His nature would not allow him to think like this." So, as Captain America's lover, Agent No. 13 is quite qualified, and she has a good grasp of Captain America's character.

Staring at Agent No. 13, the psychotherapist asked, "Then have you led him into a trap, Ms. Carter?"

"The plan is like that..." If Agent No. 13 acted according to the plan, he might not have been in a dilemma today. She and Captain America spent a beautiful night, then got up and left.

The hero hunter sent by Commander Hill did not feel the place where Agent Thirteen and Captain America dated, and the psychotherapist asked, "So, you led the hero hunters to other places. Why?"

"I don't know, I just..." Agent No. 13 was silent for a long time before finally revealing her thoughts: "I'm just worried about Steve, who is a soldier like me, and we all know what danger he is facing... But I am willing to sacrifice myself for his faith. I don't want to see the man I love die like this, and I don't want him to die for this reason..."

"I think I've done a lot of things recently. I've done it to inexplicably. I'm disrupting the frequency of trackers because I want to have a chance to convince him and let him see the other side of the matter."

This was the original plan. Agent No. 13 raised his legs and bit his nails and said melancholy: "I originally planned to contact the hero hunters if I failed to persuade him successfully, but in the end I couldn't..."

The psychotherapist laughed: "Because you love Steve Rogers, your love?"

"Yes, but I don't understand this..." Agent No. 13 was really confused by herself. In her impression, she was never the kind of person who puts feelings above her duties, never. The psychotherapist's words made Agent No. 13's lips pursed tightly: "But this time, your emotions overwhelm your reason."

Agent No. 13 stood up from the psychotherapist and tangled his hands: "It's almost the same, just like I said, I can't even figure it out myself. I mean, my god, I told him, I love him..."

"I have grown up so old, and I have never said this to a boy, but I blurted out like that at that time..." Agent No. 13 frowned, and she didn't understand what was wrong with her.

The psychotherapist smiled gently: "This is healthy, Ms. Carter, bury things in her heart, it will make people crazy."

"Probably, so, can't I go on a mission again?" To be fair, Agent No. 13 did a good job in TiandianD. She hoped that she would not get a negative result from the psychotherapist because she really loved the job.

"To be honest, I don't know yet. Let's meet again in two days and continue to discuss this topic..." After looking at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, I looked up at the luminous light that was vaguely projected in from the blinds. It was already time for the psychotherapist to get off work.

The fat black psychotherapist had a smile on his face. He gently patted Agent Thirteen's shoulder and concluded: "However, I think we are not ready to fire you, Agent Carter."

"Doctor, you just said not to bury things in your heart. Have you ever tried this feeling?" Agent No. 13 suddenly asked, which made the psychotherapist slightly stunned. She asked with some uncertainty: "Is this really crazy?"

The darkness is almost integrated with the psychotherapist's black skin, and only the glimmer of the computer screen can illuminate his general appearance. Hiding in the darkness is like a hell devil who is squatting in a trap to choose people and eat them: "Of course, I think so."

A strange expression appeared on his face. The psychotherapist searched in his drawer and a wood-carved amulet flashing with a strange light that looked like a typical work of art like a native African.

He stuffed the amulet into the hands of Agent No. 13 and said earnestly: "This is an item used by my hometown to protect people's hearts. I think it will help you. You must believe that you are more important than what you are like, and everything is for 'our career'!"

Agent No. 13 nodded and looked at the wood carving in his hand with a slight understanding. It was carved with an octopus. Will the indigenous people living in the hinterland of Africa use species from the sea as amulets?
Chapter completed!