The room area of the fat house is more than 200 square meters.


    Cartoon girl poster instead of wallpaper, from the entrance porch to the living room.


    Each cartoon girl smiled and stretched out her hands, making people feel strange that she was welcomed home by countless beautiful girls.


    The layout of the living room is also very simple.


    Opposite the soft lazy sofa is a 60 Inch LCD TV connected with PS3 and Xbox. The bookshelf on the wall is full of game CDs.


    The agents came into the house and looked around. A strange smell ran into their nose, including Coulson.


    The smell of fat without shampoo, the smell of sour without bath, the smell of smelly socks, the smell of Chinese takeout, and even the smell of male hormones from the trash can.


    Well, the standard fat house room.


    Although the smell was not a biological weapon, the agents'' disgusting expression seemed to prefer the smell to be a poison gas bomb.


    "Sit down and relax. Let me ask some simple questions."


    A red faced agent helped Alex to the sofa, and the other agents tacitly went to check other rooms.


    Alex glanced at the balding agent and the white suitcase in his hand.


    What''s in this box?


    "Don''t look. I''m going to ask a question. You must answer truthfully."


    Alex recovered and nodded hurriedly.


    …………


    Half an hour later, the inquiry was finally over.


    Said it was a few simple questions, but the agent asked endless questions.


    Even how many points have you got in the exam? Have you ever been corporal punished by the teacher? What are the names of the beautiful students in the class.


    Alex got all the memory of the fat house through dinner.


    As long as he wants, he can even say the color of his underwear from small to large.


    But it was because he couldn''t do so that he was exhausted by the agent''s questions.


    What questions should be answered without thinking.


    Hesitate to answer any question with uncertainty.


    What questions should never be answered.


    The agent''s inquiry seemed disorganized, but there was a mystery.


    Fortunately, Alex has certain anti reconnaissance means. He performed perfectly from beginning to end without showing any foot.


    "OK, thank you for your cooperation."


    The agent shook hands with him and left the room for the corridor.


    Colson was lying on the guardrail watching the scenery, with an agent standing next to him reporting the situation.


    "Sir, all parts of the room have been checked. There are no omissions and no problems."


    "Where''s the computer?"


    "There are traces of long-term use, and there are no abnormalities after preliminary inspection."


    "Preliminary inspection?"


    "Yes, I don''t rule out that he is a computer expert and deleted all the data. If you want to completely eliminate the suspicion, you should take the computer back to the Divine Shield Bureau for inspection. "


    "OK, I see. How about you? "


    The agent said, "it''s perfect. There''s no flaw."


    Colson smiled. "That''s a problem."


    Alex is still inexperienced.


    How can a fat house with fat brains and social phobia perfectly pass the test of s.h.i.e.l.d.


    "There is another doubt." The agent added: "when you stay close to him, you can always smell a faint smell of blood, which is most obvious when you speak. Of course, it''s just my personal feeling. "


    "These doubts are enough. Get ready to do it!"


    Colson''s case handling model is inherited from Nick Frey. He has a harmless face for humans and animals. In fact, he is more ruthless than anyone.


    "I see!"


    The agent took out an anesthetic gun from the holster, strode into the room and fired three shots at Alex who was drinking water.


    Whew, whew, whew!


    Alex didn''t realize it. Three anesthetic bombs were accurately inserted into his body.


    He threw away his water cup, covered his neck and stood up in panic: "Sir, what are you?"


    The agent sneered, "don''t pretend. You have too many flaws."


    Hearing the speech, Alex looked surprised and his brain worked rapidly.


    flaws?


    Is there a problem with my answer just now?


    I don''t think so.


    Does the FBI mean to test me?


    Should I fall to the ground unconscious?


    No, I can''t. It''s too risky. I can''t take risks.


    Spell it!


    In an instant, Alex made up his mind.


    He pretended to be paralyzed and staggered.


    "This is a veterinary anesthetic bullet, which is specially used to anesthetize lions and elephants." The agent said many words and his tone was determined to win.


    Veterinary anesthetic bomb?


    Oh, I don''t feel it at all.


    Alex looked disdainful and ran out like a tiger and a leopard.


    “shit！”


    Before the last sound came out, the agent was stuck by Alex''s neck and pulled out a pistol to shoot at the agents.


    Bang bang!


    Alex''s speed is too fast to see clearly, but the s.h.i.e.l.d. agent is not the fish on the chopping board.


    At the moment of his violent departure, the agent who perceived the danger immediately rushed to the bunker, and all the shots were empty.


    And he focused on the other agents and didn''t notice that the one stuck in his neck hadn''t lost his resistance.


    The agent didn''t try to break Alex''s finger because it must have been in vain.


    He chose to put his hand into his pocket, take out a dagger, and then cut Alex''s wrist with his backhand.


    Prick!


    A sharp pain came.


    Alex was a little confused.


    When did the FBI''s combat effectiveness become so strong? It''s completely different from what I remember!


    In his stupefied moment, the agent directly fell to the ground, and the other agents took the opportunity to pull the trigger on him.


    Bang bang!!!


    There was a loud gunfire in the apartment, and special bullets were shot into Alex''s body, splashing blood one after another.


    After a round of shooting, only half of the more than 200 kilograms of fat meat was left, and a large pool of blood flowed on the floor like killing pigs.


    The agents changed their magazines and looked warily at the bloody man in front of them.


    "Hum..."


    A disdainful nasal sound means that the master is still alive.


    "Accurate shooting, good skill and quick reaction. You must not be the FBI!"


    "We''re s.h.i.e.l.d., you son of a bitch!"


    "Divine Shield Bureau..." Alex clenched his fist disdainfully: "no matter which Bureau you are, a pistol can''t kill me."


    "What about this!"


    Colson appeared at the door, holding a handheld laser gun often seen in movies.


    Boom!


    Before he could answer, Coulson pulled the trigger.


    A blue laser burst out and instantly blew Alex out of the wall and landed on the street outside the apartment.


    The thick wall collapsed in an instant, and Coulson was frightened by the power of the laser gun: "Hydra''s weapon is very useful."


    Alex fell from the roof and hit the cold road heavily.


    A big hole with a diameter of 50 cm was broken in his chest and abdomen. If the laser gun was wider, it could cut him in two.


    The idea moved, and the flesh and blood began to wriggle to repair the wound.


    Fortunately, I got a lot of flesh and blood from dining out these days. If I just woke up from the hospital and got such a shot.


    He just GG left.