Phil Coulson, obediently following orders, pulled his car over and stopped about seven or eight hundred meters from the target dock.
Engine off, lights out, a series of actions performed with great familiarity.
Although he didn't know why My Lord Director didn't want him to enter the dock again.
But obedience was key!
This was why Phil Coulson had earned Nick Fury's trust over so many years.
At least, as long as he was still capable of serving the bureau and My Lord Director, My Lord Director wouldn't harm him, right!
He took out a tablet with technology far surpassing what was available on the market and opened two videos that had just been transmitted from the bureau to watch them.
Since My Lord Director had stopped him from entering the dock, it must be related to these two videos, right?
Phil Coulson thought as he watched.
In fact, Phil Coulson, currently only a S.H.I.E.L.D. Level Seven Agent, was being used by Nick Fury like a robot that never needed rest.
He had just finished handling the aftermath of Tony Stark's sudden announcement that he was Iron Man, and it was already dark, with no time to eat.
Then he was summoned by Nick Fury's Death call.
Touching his increasingly receding hairline, Phil Coulson could only let out a mournful sigh of sorrow...
Meanwhile, Michael, unaware that his information had appeared a second time at S.H.I.E.L.D. and was marked for attempted capture.
He was even unaware that his actions of not retrieving items due to the presence of others had directly led a certain Black Egg to imagine a mysterious, unknown organization's espionage drama.
Michael was currently leading Big Daddy and Hit-Girl in a desperate sprint out of the dock.
After eliminating all their pursuers in one wave, the three of them finally gained a rare period of safety.
The North Bear Gang had completely underestimated them, as their pursuers were cleanly wiped out by a clever ambush from Michael and his two companions.
At this point, the battle within the dock had entered a white-hot phase, reaching its final climax.
Furthermore, the North Bear Gang, preoccupied with the three factions inside the dock, had no spare personnel to pursue Michael and his companions.
This momentary lull finally allowed Michael and his companions to escape the dock.
Orienting themselves, they immediately dashed towards the pre-selected route.
Just getting out of the dock was not true safety!
...The situation within the dock, after the chaotic firefight, had formed a three-way stalemate.
Norman Osborn's private army was one side, with the strongest firepower and greatest strength, but also the most suppressed.
The Kingpin Gang and The Hand had a basis for cooperation and quickly integrated, and while not as elite as Osborn's private army, they had overwhelming numbers!
The group of burly men from the North Bear Gang were fearless and aggressive, and even fighting two factions simultaneously, they could barely maintain the situation.
In fact, to achieve the current three-way standoff, they had even fired several portable Rockets they had brought along.
In a few more minutes, without the deterrence of the Rockets, this situation might just break!
To be honest, the boss of the North Bear Gang almost hated the guy who gave them the intelligence.
He said there were only the Kingpin Gang and The Hand, but I brought so many heavy weapons and still couldn't take them down.
And there was a mercenary group that appeared out of nowhere, almost getting crushed.
Don't let me go back alive, or I'll definitely cut off the head of the guy who sold the intelligence and shove it up his ass!
The North Bear Gang hated the mercenaries who appeared out of nowhere.
Osborn's private army also hated these North Bear Gang members who appeared out of nowhere!
They were on a roll, crushing the Kingpin Gang and about to enjoy the fruits of victory, when you, a completely irrational North Bear, suddenly charged in.
You say you're fighting your Kingpin Gang, and that's fine, but what's the meaning of you fighting me too?
Seeing their excellent situation ruined, Osborn's private army also harbored deep hatred for the suddenly appearing North Bear Gang!
And the people from the Kingpin Gang and The Hand on the other side, they hated them even more!
Damn it, we were having a good transaction, when suddenly a killer appeared, killing so many of our subordinates, not to mention almost wiping out our entire side.
One killer wasn't enough, then an irrational North Bear appeared, making the people of the Kingpin Gang and The Hand even more miserable!
Who did I provoke?
Just having a small transaction with The Hand on my own turf, and someone still has a problem with it? ...On the other side, two videos, neither of which was very long, in fact, about the same length as a short video on some TikTok-like app, had finished playing.
Phil Coulson closed his tablet, his expression somewhat grim.
'The Monitoring Infiltrator'?
That's right, this was the nickname S.H.I.E.L.D. had just given Michael!
He wondered if it was the same person or two different people?
What was the purpose of those corpses? Why were they taken away?
Was this a personal superpower? Or was it an ability achieved through certain black technology items?
Also, this pier actually had a whole circle of explosives buried in it?
Although he didn't know if it was true, after all, it was just something the 'Monitoring Infiltrator' himself said.
However, Phil Coulson touched his back and found that his undershirt was already soaked with cold sweat.
Clearly, even the 'good guy' Phil Coulson was afraid of Death!
...Michael and his two companions, who were rushing along the road, suddenly heard the sound of a car starting up ahead.
As the engine roared, two bright beams of light also shone from the headlights. Fortunately, they weren't directly shining on Michael and his companions, but the sudden light still made Michael and his companions a little dizzy.
Click click~~
Click click~~
Click click~~
Without any hesitation, Michael and his two companions immediately raised their guns.
Bang! Bang!
Michael didn't hesitate at all, firing two shots directly and decisively, instantly extinguishing both headlights.
"Hey!"
"I mean no harm!"
"I just want to ask if you need any help?"
Just as Michael moved his gun to the driver's seat, preparing to take out the driver, a loud shout came from the driver's seat opposite.
And, the car door opened, a pair of hands were raised high, and the person in the driver's seat slowly got out.