Chapter 2258

"Find Frank?" Hearing Quake's speech, Coulson's face suddenly collapsed, and a wry smile emerged immediately. "This is not that simple thing. I am afraid that child already hates us to death."

"What you need to consider at this time should not be his personal emotions, you should consider it more. It’s the safety of those ordinary persons. Don’t forget, only you can help them at this time. If you don’t do anything at this time, then they can only wait to die!"

Quake As always, I have confidence in Coulson, but unfortunately, in the face of such a situation, even Coulson oneself does not know where to get this confidence.

He is already powerless, because with their betrayal of past careers and the death of Nick Fury, even the people under their hands have shown a when the tree falls, the The trend of monkeys scatter.

At this moment, he can be said to be a general without an army. Except for a few old men, he doesn't even have other manpower to mobilize. It is really too high for him to expect two or three cats and puppies to solve this potential national crisis.

Of course, he is not going to let Quake know about these difficulties, because in his opinion, this is not something Quake needs to worry about. Let alone whether Quake is able to provide the necessary help in this, whether she should appear in it or not is a question that Coulson needs to consider.

Although he has always been a good old man, this does not mean that Coulson has no own opinion. In his opinion, all that happened today is actually just the bitter fruit that's all caused by all of them after having only oneself to blame.

It was their compromise with the capital power that led to a complete breakdown with the Stark family. And it was also because those stupid civilians casually spread their grievances on them, which gave those guys who are in the name of restoration a good opportunity.

Everything has a reason. In this series of cause and effect, everyone must pay for the mistakes made by oneself. And this price is what they are facing now, but they are too familiar with everything.

It is conceivable that when all this comes to the surface, it must be a landslide and tsunami scene. But even so, what can they do? No one wants to listen to them, except for Quake, no one even wants to help them. Everyone, almost everyone, is so immersed in the illusion of such a state of peace. And since they are so content with the status quo, then drowning in it when the flood comes, naturally it is a matter of course.

Coulson is not prepared to do more, he just wants to fulfill his own obligation and do everything he wants. This can be said to be an expression of frustration. It is also true that with the death of Stark, the collapse of their career, and the fact that his old boss has led them into a dead end, he is already confused about the way forward and completely lost his fighting spirit.

He doesn't care that oneself will accompany this decadent government to annihilate together, because this itself is also within the scope of what he thinks is having only oneself to blame. He just didn't want Quake to get involved, and let this man who had never done anything wrong follow them and pay for it. So he shook the head decisively and said to Quake.

"I understand, Quake. But this is not something you should care about. Your identity is not suitable for intervening, Osborn shouldn't be in such a place. So, leave the rest to me , I will solve all of this."

"Phil, what are you going to do?"

I almost instinctively felt that something was wrong, but I didn’t know what was wrong. . Quake could only open his mouth and questioned him with a suspicious expression. In response, Coulson just shook his head.

"Trust me, I will handle it. I have always been good at dealing with such problems, am I not?"

He is good at dealing with such problems, yes, and this past His experience indeed gave Quake the wrong signal. She didn't pursue it anymore, only that it was Coulson who had an own idea. And she was a little worried about her at this time, she could only say that to him.

"Okay, Coulson. But don't forget, I will support you as always. No matter what trouble you have, contact me immediately, OK?"

"Of course, I'm not that kind of pedantic guy. I won’t be polite if I need Osborn’s help... That’s it, Daisy. Thank you for your support, I should start!"

He unilaterally hung up the communication, and then fell into his own office chair with a sigh. The data before it shows a shocking number. And facing this kind of almost desperate answer, he really felt powerless in mind's eye.

The number of patients has suddenly increased by hundreds of thousands, although the possibility of flu is not ruled out. But according to the mathematical model designed by the two smartest brains under his hands, the real infected person is very likely to be close to the number of 17%.

Seventeen percent...in just two days. It is totally unimaginable what a nightmare will be when this virus that has evolved an incubation period really breaks out. What makes him even more unimaginable is that when faced with such a horrible situation, the top government officials are still obsessed with their power game and still can’t come up with a means to deal with it. Of a scene.

Is it the end of United States? It sounds like a great irony. In the presence of aliens, invasion of hell, and the shadow of destroying the world, the United States, which has persisted in persevering, will be destroyed by its own person. This is really the greatest irony that everyone who has fought and fought for this country can give it.

But despite this, what can he do? At most, when this country is destroyed, there will be one more person who is willing to die for it, that's all.

In my heart, I have made a choice for the destiny of own. After signing a few documents that he had prepared, Coulson stood up and walked to a landing that looked very grand Before the mirror.

Compared with the previous year, he in the mirror looks older. Whether it is the hairline that has receded to the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, or the deeper eye lines, it has proved how much weight he has endured during these difficult years.

In a certain moment, he can indeed claim to be proud, and oneself has a clear conscience.

At that time, he participated in the greatest cause in this world, which he considered the greatest cause, and this cause is completely worthy of praise and even remembered by history. At that time, he could hold his chest up and face anyone with the utmost confidence, claiming his own name to others, and even praised his own career tirelessly.

But now... he can only straighten his body as much as possible, raise his head, and make oneself look less rickety and humble.

"This is really a wrong choice..."

He muttered to himself, the wry smile on his face seemed to have been engraved there. But he still rallied, and stretched out his palm, pressing it tightly on the mirror surface of the floor mirror.

The palm print scan is followed by a pupil scan, followed by a contrast sound. After a series of complicated procedures, the entire mirror has been completely renewed, as if it had become a huge electronic screen.

Countless documents, data, and those ulterior secrets are hidden in it, and this is exactly the backup of all intelligence data from the SHIELD era to today.

Nick .Fury is a sly individual has more than one plan to fall back on after all. Even if he did not expect that oneself would be so killed in the hands of a group of ancient people in a foreign country. But he himself is guarding against those capital forces, and at the same time trying to do everything to increase oneself's authority in the restoration of the government. Impossible does not make arrangements and preparations for the future of own.

Similarly, but also because he has few people who can trust him in this current situation. Therefore, entrusting everything to Coulson's hands became his only choice.

His original idea was that if there was an accident that prevented him from coming back, then Coulson, who had such a huge amount of information and intelligence, would not be able to get rid of the dissident by this, so as to control it. Restore the leadership of the government. At the very least, using this as a bargaining chip to get enough capital from the capitalist politicians so that SHIELD can reappear in the world under another name, then it is also acceptable.

They need to reserve a piece of land in the current government, not only because they need a place to breathe and lick their wounds, but also because they need such a place. Existence, to cultivate their own strength, in the hope that they will be revived in the future.

Compromising with capital has never been their original wish. If it wasn't for the situation at the time to be too bad and almost all the circumstances were not good for them, then they were basically impossible to compromise with the power of capital. And even if they compromised, they are essentially unwilling to give up oneself's efforts over the years.

For people like them, they know what is right, but in the end they can only give up and have sex with the wrong. This is undoubtedly a kind of inner torture. Of course, they didn't give up at all at that time because they felt there was still hope. But looking back now, will this be hopeful?

Shook the head with a wry smile, Coulson forced oneself to stop thinking about this problem. Then he hesitated for a while, and decisively issued instructions to delete the files in front of him.

It is true that this behavior is a very wasteful behavior. You know, this is the common result of several generations of United States agents since the information age. Once upon a time, in order to obtain this information and intelligence, countless people have devoted their efforts, even paid the price of blood and life. And the value of this is huge, even if only one tenth is leaked out, it is enough to easily subvert a small country.

Coulson is too aware of the value of this, but because he knows the value of it, he is even more worried about these things falling into the hands of those despicable guys, and then they become a bargaining chip for them to spend .

This is not an impossible thing, on the contrary, it will almost become an inevitable fact. When the national power of the United States cannot guarantee the interests of these capitalists, they are completely as it should be by rights and they will find ways to sell their own country to capture greater benefits for oneself, just like the Soviet Union at the time.

He cannot allow this to happen, but he has no power to stop it. He is alone and lonely, and he has fallen into this field. The only thing he can do is to destroy these treasures, so that their efforts for a long time will not be used by those people, and let it even be transformed. To fly ashes, it will never become a weapon to divide this country.

Of course, maybe also a better way, but he is no longer willing to think about it. He is tired, mentally and physically exhausted. He just wants to finish what oneself can do, and then quietly arrange a destination for oneself that's all.

This is the only thought he has right now, and under the urging of this thought, he straightened his clothes, and then made a sound in the mirror in front of oneself.

"Jarvis, I think I need to talk to you!"

No one responded for a while, making him look like a fool. But he still stood there straight, facing the mirror with his usual smile. And after a long silence, Jarvis' voice was already coming from the mirror.

"I don't understand, Mr. Coulson, how did you guess it?"

"Not a guess. It's just because I know Mr. Stark too well. Don't forget , He has the old problem of stealing information, and as a product of his design, I can hardly believe that he did not leave behind in this mirror. Obviously easy to see, I once again said it, right? "

"You have always been very wise, Mr. Coulson." With a simple compliment, Jarvis said to Coulson in a flat and alienated tone. "So, I can simply ask, is there anything you are looking for me?"

"I need your help, Jarvis. I need you to make an appointment for me to meet Frank!"

There was another awkward silence, and after a little anxious wait, Coulson heard Jarvis's mocking words.

"What makes you think that I will agree to your unreasonable request? Until this time, do you still think that the relationship between us is still the same as before?"

"No, of course I know. I don't ask for forgiveness."

Being asked such sharp questions by an intelligent life, Coulson was naturally embarrassed. But he struggled to keep his smile, and at the same time replied to Jarvis.

"But you should be clear that I am looking for him for and so on. It is not for me or the government of this country to consider, but for the truly innocent people, those hundreds of millions The ordinary person of the plan to consider. I beg you, Jarvis, help me. This is my only request!"