Leaving Alexander''s office, Stan Phil took the elevator to the logistics department.
"Hello, sir!"
"Good morning, sir!"
"Stan, let''s go to the bar tonight?"
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On the way to the office, the agents of the logistics department stopped one after another and greeted him warmly.
Stanfield smiled warmly and waved back to every employee.
Seven years ago, he gave up his post in the anti drug Bureau, declined the invitation of the Ministry of justice, abandoned the social relations and political resources accumulated for many years, and went undercover in the Divine Shield Bureau alone.
With sophisticated political and social means, he soon became active in the Divine Shield Bureau.
However, Nick Frey always doubted his identity and often used some small means to test him.
In order to prevent exposure, at Jason''s instigation, the undercover Stanfield has been in a latent state, which is a dead chess.
He has handled a lot of information that is not good for the clown organization, but he can''t tell which information is true and which is Nick Frey''s temptation.
So in most cases, Stanfield ignored these intelligence.
Because he knows very well that even if the intelligence is true, there is no way to shake the foundation of the clown organization.
Unless he encounters important information that can completely subvert the clown organization, he will never take the initiative to contact the organization.
After seven years of hard work, Nick Frey, who doubted him, couldn''t find fault.
Because of his rich experience, excellent working ability and Alexander''s attention.
Stanfield has been promoted all the way to the workplace. Now he has become the director of the Logistics Department of the Divine Shield Bureau and a level 7 agent.
Alexander is right. As a partner, hydra is undoubtedly qualified.
However, the premise of cooperation is that both sides have considerable strength and can help each other.
For the clown organization seven years ago, Hydra was a behemoth. Naturally, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages of cooperating with him.
However, times have changed, and now the clown organization has grown to the point where it can ignore the hydra.
The so-called cooperative relationship naturally becomes a superior subordinate relationship, or even a master servant relationship.
If a servant wants to take a share of his interests, of course, it depends on the mood of his master.
Alexander''s bad attitude made Stanfield not want to give it to him at all.
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Walk into the independent office of the agent in charge of the logistics department.
Stanfield started the anti listening mode and closed the whole office.
After confirming that there were no omissions, he took out a communicator from the interlayer of the bookcase.
This is the communicator of Stanfield emergency contact organization, which is loaded with the most advanced communication system and anti monitoring device.
However, he is in the headquarters of s.h.i.e.l.l.d. after all, and there is still a risk of rashly contacting the organization, so he will use this communicator only in case of emergency.
"Stan! This is the emergency contact information. What happened to the s.h.i.e.l.d.? "
"No, I have good news for you. Princess Surui of vacanda appears! "
To make a long story short, Stanfield told the information to liaison belmord.
Belmod was so excited to get the news that he was almost incoherent.
She urged, "great! You must find Su Rui''s whereabouts as soon as possible. The technicians and materials in her hand are very important to the organization. "
Stanfield smiled and said, "don''t worry, I have a plan. There will be news tonight as soon as possible."
This poured cold water on belmod. She immediately calmed down and said hesitantly:
"Tonight! Are you in a hurry? It''s a matter of great importance. I suggest sending some accomplices to Washington to help you. In case the action fails, Su Rui will run away and be in trouble! "
Stanfield said confidently, "I don''t need to bother you. I happen to have a helper in my hand."
Belmod asked, "help? How about strength? Are people reliable? "
Stanfield leaned heavily on his back, thought carefully and said:
"If I guessed right, he should be like you and me."
"Like you and me?" Belmord pondered this sentence and exclaimed:
"You mean, he''s also Jason''s accomplice. But it''s impossible. Jason is already on an alien planet. How can there be a new accomplice? "
Stanfield estimated: "although I can''t say 100%, I feel that he has a great chance of organizing his party."
"I don''t know how the boss recruited new accomplices on other planets. But even if he can upgrade our superpowers so far away, he naturally has a way to do that. "
Belmord thought for a moment and thought his idea was reasonable, but she said uneasily:
"Before formally accepting him, we must pass our test."
Stanfield said: "if everything goes well, he will return to vacanda with Su Rui tonight. Then you can do further tests. You work hard tonight. You should always pay attention to the airspace of vacanda. Su Rui''s fleet may appear anywhere. "
"OK, I see. I''ll prepare immediately!"
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Turn off the communicator and release the anti listening mode.
Stanfield put the back of his chair down, closed his eyes and thought about the progress of the plan in his mind.
Su Rui''s fleet is missing. Now only Nick Frey can contact him, so it''s impossible to bypass him if you want to complete the task.
Nicky Frey always had doubts about him. Once something happened, everyone would doubt him.
So this task can only be entrusted to others. He himself needs to prepare a perfect alibi.
Thinking of this, Stanfield took out his mobile phone and called two colleagues in the logistics department.
After seven years of undercover, he also mastered his confidants and contacts in the Divine Shield Bureau.
But those people were attracted by Stanfield''s anti drug deeds and moral character, and they still don''t know his true identity.
Even because Nick Frey put on small shoes for him to defend him.
I don''t know how these friends and colleagues will feel when his identity is exposed.
It must be the same smell to be friends. The two agents also like to go to bars.
After the appointment of the meeting time, Stanfield began to work normally.
Until he got off work, he changed into civilian clothes, left the logistics department and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.
Nick Frey''s car is still parked in the director''s special parking space.
That''s not surprising!
The emergence of wakanda and the comeback of clown organizations have made a mess of the world pattern.
Mr. director, who loves his work, will certainly stay at the headquarters to work overtime.
Sitting in the Chevrolet allocated by the s.h.i.e.l.d., Stanfield drove out of the parking lot and sent a text message to his two friends.
He put off the appointment for an hour on the pretext of going back to change his clothes.
Friends have no objection to this, because they think so.
Go to a bar and drink. Hi, PI, you''ll inevitably meet a girl who''s excited.
If you are smelly and full of smoke, you will be alone in an empty room tonight.
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Stanfield''s residence in Washington is about half an hour''s drive from headquarters.
In order to prevent Nick Frey from finding fault, he didn''t dare to make money, and the funds in the small Treasury didn''t dare to move a penny.
There is no gray income. With the income of $300000 a year of level 7 agents alone, he can''t afford a high-quality house in Washington after removing his basic monthly expenses.
There is no need to buy a house and no family to support. Stanfield has a lot of spare funds every month, which is enough for him to rent a high-end apartment.
Park the car at the downstairs of the apartment, enter the elevator and come to the 17th floor of the apartment.
Take out the key, turn the handle and push open the thick wooden door. The room is dark.
Stanfield went straight into the study, and the yellow lamp was still on.
"Back!"
Behind the desk sat a man in a black cloak.
He lowered his head and couldn''t see his face clearly. He could only judge from his voice that he was a man.
The cloaked man closed his book and set it aside.
He raised his head slightly, showed his pale face, and then asked in a frightening low voice:
"I''ve been waiting for two days. This time is enough for you to verify my identity."
Stanfield spread his hands and said, "I''m sorry I didn''t find your information."
The cloak man''s tone became extremely impatient: "then tell me Jason''s location and I''ll find him myself!"
Stanfield shook his head and said, "the position of the boss can''t be easily told to outsiders."
The cloaked man immediately said, "as I said, I''m Jason''s accomplice, just like you! If you don''t believe it, you can contact Jason and he will tell you my identity. "
Stan continued to shake his head: "I''m very sorry. I have a special identity and can''t easily contact the organization."
The cloak man''s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were sharp, his expression was not good, and he clenched a strange wooden stick in his right hand.
Stanfield glanced and said, "if you don''t believe it, you can try to get into my brain."
"I''ve tried. Your superpower can block my magic." The cloak man gently put down the stick and said confidently, "on the premise that I don''t want to hurt you."
Ho ho, the new colleague has a big voice.
Stanfield stopped shirking and said bluntly, "well, you help me complete a task to prove your loyalty to the organization. I''ll tell you when it''s done. Rest assured, this is not a private task, but an organizational task. "
Without hesitation, the cloak man asked, "what task?"
Stanfield stepped forward and sat in the chair opposite the desk. "Nick Frey, do you know this man?"
The cloak man nodded and said, "director of s.h.i.e.l.d., your immediate boss."
Stanfield: Yes, Nick Frey has a communicator in his hand. The owner of the communicator is very important to the organization. "
"Your task is to find Nick Frey, get the communicator from him, then pretend to be him to meet the owner of the communicator, and finally control her and let her go home."
The cloak man questioned, "the mission information is too vague. Can you say it in more detail?"
Stanfield stood up and prepared to leave: "time is limited, I can only tell you so much. As for the detailed information, you''ll know when you invade Nick Frey''s mind. "
The cloaked man said, "do I need to control Nick Frey, make him a puppet of the organization, or kill him directly."
Stanfield shook his head and said, "without Nick Frey, my undercover career would be too boring. Leave him to me. I''ll treat him well. When you finish the task, the other comrades will tell you the position of the boss. "
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After the assignment, Stanfield went to the master suite to take a bath.
By the time he came out in his expensive suit, the cloaked man had disappeared.
Stanfield went to his desk. There were more than a dozen books on the desk, which he had read these two days.
"He looks like a living dead man, holding a wooden stick and fighting with magic. The accomplices recruited by boss this time are a little strange. What''s more strange is his name Voldemort, which is obviously more like a title. "
Stan and Phil make complaints about the desk, then leave the apartment and drive to the bar.
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It was as dark as ink, and neon lights lit up the whole city.
Voldemort left Stanfield''s apartment and his body turned into a black fog and soared into the sky.
Under the cover of night, he successfully came to the three curved wings building.
In the director''s office, Nick Frey is sitting at his desk on business.
He didn''t notice a black fog approaching quickly outside the transparent glass window.
The black fog ignores the bullet proof glass, easily penetrates in, and then condenses together to change into a human shape.
Nick Frey''s attention has been focused on the documents in his hand.
Suddenly, he felt an extra breath in the room.
Frowning, he turned around fiercely, and Nicky Frey was frightened a little.
I don''t know when a man in a black cloak stood in front of the glass window.
No, I''m not sure he''s human yet.
His body is tall and thin, like a skeleton.
The eyes are red, and the pupils are two seams, like the eyes of a cat.
A flat nose with two fine slits in the nostrils.
The skin on his face is paler than a skeleton.
Is it really human?
Seeing each other''s face clearly, Nick Frey became more and more uncertain.
He moved his finger and wanted to take the gun out of his pocket. "Who are you, sir?"
Voldemort slowly raised his hand and held the old wand in his right hand: "child, I suggest you put your hand down."
What keen observation!
As soon as Nick Frey''s body stiffened, the movement of his fingers stopped immediately.
This man not only looks terrible, but also his voice seems to be a devil''s whisper. Who is he.
As for the other party calling himself a child, Nick Frey has no psychological burden.
Looking at his half dead appearance, Nick Frey believed that he was resurrected by a zombie thousands of years ago.
It''s a good thing to be called a child by people thousands of years old.
Hearing the speech, Nick Frey gave up his plan to pull out the gun.
Intuition told him that the large caliber pistol of the s.h.i.e.l.d. could not cause harm to the man.
Rather than die, call for support.
"Sir, you haven''t answered my question."
Nick Frey sat up straight, his right hand quietly close to the button under the table.
How could these little moves hide Voldemort''s eyes.
He shook his head regretfully, pointed the old wand at Nick Frey and read aloud:
“ Pat "ficastutales (all petrified)"
Nick Frey''s body immediately stiffened like a stone.
His finger was only a few centimeters away from the alarm button, but he couldn''t move an inch.
I want to cry out for help, but I can''t even shout a note.
After controlling the target, Voldemort came forward, waved the old wand gently and said a spell:
"Fadrischam (red courage loyalty mantra)"
The next moment, Nick Frey''s expression was dull and his eyes were dull. He seemed to have Alzheimer''s disease, but he soon returned to normal.
Nick Frey stood up, knelt on one knee, and looked respectful and sincere: "my master!"