Phil Coulson got into the car and sat in the driver''s seat. Wesley took the co pilot and then began to adjust his gun. This is a sniper gun. Leo Fitz designed the first vertigo gun. Wesley likes this kind of gun very much, especially in the current situation of the Divine Shield Bureau. There is no more suitable gun than this kind of gun.


    "Phil, this kind of vertigo gun is very suitable for us to use now, especially when the enemy and we are unknown. We should support Fitz to continue his research, especially the pistol," Wesley said as he adjusted.


    "Yes, I really should support him. When he studies it, I will submit it to the director. It can be used as one of the common equipment of the s.h.i.e.l.d. will you shoot directly later?" Phil Colson ran fast in his car.


    "No, I need to fight with him to see how strong he is. If he gets out of control, I''ll shoot again." after adjusting the gun, Wesley directly integrates into the body space.


    "I heard you got the space gem. I didn''t expect it to be so convenient. I think we should give you some equipment to carry, so that we can be much easier."


    On the flight base, Fitz sat down after Wesley left. "It scared me to death. He put so much pressure on me!"


    Simmons tilted his head and thought, "I don''t feel any pressure? Are you timid?"


    "He''s not looking at you. Of course you don''t have pressure. I''m like facing a mountain. He''s a ''Jazz'', more powerful than ''Knight''. As a member of the Avengers alliance, have you seen his performance in the war in New York? Especially when he finally rushed to the space channel, I couldn''t breathe when I watched the live broadcast." Fitz looked adored, Simmons finally understood why this guy was nervous.


    Wesley and the two drove to the factory. To tell the truth, Wesley welcomed the smashed place with both hands raised. The workers were fired when they were injured. What''s the reason? It is estimated that there are problems with the original contract. Such a boss can really make a fortune, but it goes without saying his character.


    They waited at the door. Michael Peterson neither had a car nor took a taxi. He could only come here by bus, so they were a step faster.


    "Where shall we do it later?" Phil Coulson asked.


    "It''s inside. Later, you go to their monitoring room and turn off all monitoring."


    "OK." with that, Phil Colson got off the bus and went into the factory.


    Wesley got out of the car, lit a cigarette against the car, smoked up, and waited for each other to arrive bored.


    Michael Peterson is desperate now. He was fired after he was injured, his wife left, and the house is estimated to be lost. He is in urgent need of a job. The people who help him recover don''t let him expose his strength. So how can he live? I came to the gate of the factory again and hoped that the supervisor could let him continue his work. As long as he had a job, everything would be fine.


    Wesley threw away his cigarette butts, kept his distance, followed in step by step, and showed his ID at the guard without explaining why. They walked in one after another. Michael Peterson soon found the supervisor and begged there, but it didn''t work at all. Anger instantly occupied his reason, pushed the heavy box next to him and pushed it far away.


    "Well, it''s really powerful. I don''t have so much power now." Wesley hid aside, measured it, and then went out. "Michael Peterson." Wesley called each other''s name loudly and attracted his attention.


    The other party looked over and stared at Wesley suspiciously. Wesley, dressed in a black suit, walked calmly over, "who are you?"


    Wesley directly took out his certificate. "Homeland strategic defense attack and logistics support Bureau, I have something to talk to you about."


    Michael Peterson frowned. "I haven''t heard of it. Things here have nothing to do with you. You''d better stay away."


    "Sorry, things here have a lot to do with us. I hope you can come with us." Wesley didn''t stop and went all the way to the other side.


    Looking at Wesley standing in front of him and taking himself away, Michael Peterson, who has lost his mind, pushed one hand directly into Wesley''s chest. This guy obviously can''t fight.


    Wesley had already prepared and knew that his normal state was not his opponent. His heart had beat quickly, and the other party''s action was very slow in his eyes. Wesley has also summed up some experience now. It is difficult to strengthen the general strengthening to the speed. He doesn''t understand this very well. Shouldn''t strengthening the human body be comprehensive? Why is there only physical strength and strength?


    "Pa" suddenly grabbed the other party''s wrist and twisted it with force. Wesley didn''t twist it, but it also limited the other party''s movement. The two immediately began to wrestle in situ. Wesley can''t compare with each other if he doesn''t use his own ability, but now it''s even, but it''s just strength.


    After a little trial, Wesley no longer hesitated and kicked out directly, hitting the other party''s stomach, "bang" made a solid foot, and the dull and powerful voice echoed in the empty factory. The factory supervisor had already run away, while many workers were watching.


    Michael Peterson was kicked out for several meters, but he didn''t fall down. He stared at Wesley angrily, then looked left and right, pulled down a metal can behind a forklift, and then accelerated to Wesley.


    Such a huge force made all the workers look scared. They all retreated a lot. Wesley stared at each other. When the metal can hit the other''s face, Wesley dodged sideways, then moved forward, waved one arm and hit the other''s face.


    "Bang" was a heavy punch. It sounded like a dull drum when it hit his face. Wesley didn''t stop attacking. He used his speed advantage to make a series of attacks. He was wild. He hit his fist and feet together, and the other party could only hold his head.


    "Ah..." a series of attacks, which made Michael Peterson extremely crazy. He shouted directly and jumped at Wesley, completely regardless of defense. Wesley didn''t expect him to be so close. Wesley was directly hugged and his body seemed to be clamped by pliers. Fortunately, he was fast enough not to let the other party''s hands close behind his back, propped up his arms in advance, and the two began to wrestle again.


    "You''d better come with me. You''re very unstable and may explode at any time. Only we can save you." they met face to face. Although Wesley was a little sick, he still said.


    "No, I should be a hero. They robbed me of everything. Now I have the ability to take back everything that belongs to me."