The Marvelous Dragon Balls

"certainly."

Yin Shengt followed and stood up, nodded and said, "I have no intention of taking hostages, but you have to take care of your team members, the ugly words are in the front, if they have any extreme behavior, I will not do it again. Show mercy."

"Please rest assured, they are all professional combatants, and even if they disagree in their hearts, they will never act against the order."

After Phil Coulson gave a guarantee, he held down his earphones and issued a series of orders. Another secret service team, who was backing up, walked into the store in a disarmed state and put their coma. The awake companions and the firearms scattered on the ground were packed and taken away together.

Afterwards, Phil Coulson called Melinda May and said goodbye to Insant together: "Then we'll go first and contact you later."

"and many more!"

Because Saint reached out his hand to stop them, pointed to the table that was cut in half and said, "Pay for my table first."

"..."

Phil Coulson looked at the table speechlessly: "That's your own destruction..."

"Don't make excuses!"

Because Saint interrupted the argument in Coulson's mouth, his eyes widened confidently: "Do you understand what it means to 'see the essence through the phenomenon'? If it weren't for you, would my table be broken? Hurry up! Lose money !"

"..."

With a helpless expression, Phil Coulson took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a banknote: "Is it enough?"

"One hundred dollars? Are you kidding me?"

Yin Saint snatched Coulson's wallet, opened it, and couldn't help twitching his mouth: "Agent Coulson, you are too stingy, aren't you? Bring a hundred dollars with you when you go out?"

"One hundred yuan is a lot!"

Phil Coulson snatched his wallet back angrily, curled his lips and said, "At least enough to buy a table!"

"A plastic table is about as good!"

In Saint rolled his eyes: "You go! Remember! You owe me a good mahogany table!"

"Your table is not red..."

"Come on, let's go, wait for me to leave you for tea?"

"..."

After driving Coulson and Agent May away, Insant locked the storefront and pulled the curtains to block the view from the outside. Just after doing all this, his feet suddenly softened and he collapsed to the ground.

"boss!"

Lorna Lanchel, who was walking down the stairs, ran over with an exclamation, helped Insant and said, "Are you alright?!"

"Shh!"

Yin Sheng first made a gesture of silence, and then patted Lorna on the shoulder, softly reassuring: "Don't worry, I just use qigong continuously, and the recovery of qi cannot keep up with the consumption, and the overdraft is too severe. , just rest for a while."

Hearing this, Lorna couldn't help but curl her lips: "Boss, you are also true, you have been holding on until now, but you still have the heart to ask them for table money."

"What do you know?"

Saint looked at Lorna with contempt: "This is called bluffing! My forehead is already dripping with sweat. It's not like they didn't suspect that I was out of power, but they couldn't be sure. If I showed a little bit of it. In a hurry to let them go, that Coulson will turn his face immediately!"

"But……"

Lorna showed an unbelievable expression: "Didn't you guys already make peace?"

"Ha ha!"

Yin Saint sneered: "That's because Coulson believed it. If I were forced to resist, I would definitely cause death! Otherwise, I would have been tortured and taken away!"

"...Boss, in my opinion, your thinking is too dark, right? That Coulson agent seems to be quite friendly. I think he should be a good person, not as sinister as you said."

"Haha, innocent little girl,

Stop making me laugh! "

"Hey! You're only one year older than me. If you talk in this tone, I'm going to be angry!"

"Okay, okay, don't say anything, help me go upstairs to lie down for a while, I really don't have the strength..."

"Humph! Boss, you are so heavy, I am a naive little girl, can't do it!"

"..."

An hour later, in a "definitely non-existent" location on the American map, the Trident headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Kunlun, hand union..."

A bald black man wearing a black eye patch covering the entire left eye socket, wearing a long black trench coat, sitting behind a huge desk, with the only right eye, stared at the man in his hand. Two investigation reports, chanting these two names: "They are starting to be restless again..."

"Director, do you know them?"

The black suit standing in front of the desk was Phil Coulson. He looked at the one-eyed black bald man in surprise: "Why have I never heard of it?"

"This is an eighth-level secret, beyond your authority."

The one-eyed black bald glanced at Coulson: "However, since you already know, then I can tell you clearly that the information you got is correct."

Coulson curled his lips covertly, and said, "According to Saint Lee, there is another external force in Kunlun. Does the bureau know anything about it?"

"He didn't lie."

The one-eyed black bald nodded, and summed it up succinctly: "Zhenchunhui, although the power is not as good as the hand union, but it should not be underestimated."

After that, the one-eyed black bald "hum" sneered: "Don't be fooled by this name, the members of the 'True Pure Society' are all professional killers, and they can even be called dead men. After all, the only reason for their existence, It is to destroy the Hand Society, so although the number of people is much smaller than that of the Hand Society, the level of danger is not low at all."

"Then what about the 'Turtle Immortal Stream'? Although Saint didn't say it clearly, whenever he mentioned Kunlun and the Hand, he would always unconsciously reveal a sense of superiority. This shows that the power of the Turtle Immortal Stream. , at least not worse than them."

Hearing this, the one-eyed black bald showed an interesting expression: "This is the interesting place, as early as the last century, we already knew about the existence of Kunlun and the Hand Society, and the name Guixianliu, I still I just learned from your mouth today."

Coulson raised his eyebrows: "Director, do you mean...because Saint is lying? There is no such thing as the so-called Turtle Immortal Flow?"

"Do not."

The one-eyed black bald man shook his head: "Since he knows so much about Kunlun and the secrets of the Hand Association, he must have been born in this circle and cannot be an outsider. I think what he said is true, Guixianliu is a complete In the hidden martial arts school, he is the only disciple in the world, and it is precisely because they are too low-key, so we have never obtained information."

Hearing what he said, Coulson couldn't help showing a very surprised expression: "Oh, this is really strange, do you also believe in people sometimes, Director?"

The one-eyed black bald snorted coldly, picked up the tactical tablet on the table, and once again looked at the scene on the screen where Saint wielded the qi blade: "It's not that I believe him, but there is no other explanation. "