Chapter 542: Agent Hand's Report (Part 1)

He felt his throat like sandpaper, and the piercing screams came from afar, and then poured into his ears. His memory was a mess. He closed his eyes, and the chaotic red and blue lights in the darkness in front of him were entangled, just like his consciousness. The most inconspicuous part of consciousness started to work, and the subconscious line in the flickering and distorted chaotic consciousness slowly stretched, and began to help the awakened brain to sort out its own situation and recall the part of its lost memories - nightclubs, women, old men and alcohol. Drinking, drinking, drinking, he had no idea why he was so easily persuaded to drink so much hard liquor.

His body told him that he was lying on something hard now, only the head and neck were covered with soft objects. The experience hidden in the subconscious gives the answer, this is the pillow and the disinfectant. He struggled to tear off the sticky lips. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that his lips were full of thirsty and dead cuticles. He tasted the smell of blood, and the salty smell made him wake up a little bit. The sudden severe pain kicked his brain hard, and he was completely pulled out of the chaotic consciousness, and he surfaced in the dark water of consciousness.

The fault memory caused by the hangover before began to recover, and Dave struggled to extract his weak memory from it. Soon, panic came from a dark corner. He tried to open his eyes glued together by secretions, afraid that what he saw would be a dim environment and colorful lights, but he was even more afraid of seeing a bill. He just wants to know where he is.

His brain has already given the answer through smell and touch: he is in a hospital.

This made Dave even more scared. He didn't know if he had come in an ambulance.

He was just an ordinary poor college student. If Balthazar hadn't helped him pay the high tuition fees, he would have even needed a loan. What the ambulance burned was not gasoline, but his living expenses. "You are such a peculiar case." Dr. Dave, who was in charge of diagnosing, said with great interest, "Do you know how many injections of bromina procaine injection we gave you when you were sent here? Your blood alcohol concentration is as high as 0.9%, and you are not actually alcoholic!"

The air flowed through the dry throat, and Dave grunted hoarsely, and no one could understand what he was saying.

"You'd better lie down," said the doctor. Dave obediently accepted the suggestion. He had a headache so bad that he could hardly think, and his numb fingertips were so numb that he couldn't hold things. In the end, the nurse fed him some water, so that he could barely speak. "You were sent in directly. If you didn't have an ID, we would have thrown you out. The emergency department doesn't have any empty beds for drunks and drug addicts." The doctor waved his finger in front of Dave's eyes, "Can you remember who you are? Can you see what it is? Although I'm not a neuroscience doctor, I also know that your performance fully demonstrates the magic of the brain. Are you interested in doing an investigation?"

Dave had a splitting headache, he closed his eyes, and searched for the strange old man he met yesterday in his chaotic memory. The constant headaches interrupted his thinking, he didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep.

"You slept for two whole days." Seeing that Dave was unwilling to speak, the doctor shrugged. He had no idea how anxious Dave was. But his body doesn't allow him to do anything. "I think you still need to rest. Go to sleep for a while, don't worry, someone has paid for your medical bills." The doctor said, "Remember to ring the bell if you need anything, Ms. Heidi will be happy to take care of you, handsome boy."

When he opened his eyes again, he found a familiar person sitting beside him. Even if his vision is blurred and his face is blurred, Dave can still identify him with his black leather windbreaker that hasn't been cleaned for many years and his messy hair. "It seems that you have also been murdered by Merlin. Now he is staying at Karma Taj, and he will not come out to cause trouble." Balthazar pretended to be calm and stuffed adult magazines into the crack of the sofa. "Salomon called me and said that you were in this hospital. He also called your girlfriend and said that you went to Oxford for an academic exchange." He pointed to a stack of papers on the bedside table. .Trust me, it works, women are the best detectives in the world if they think you're cheating."

"I haven't spoken yet!" Dave growled hoarsely.

Balthazar coughed twice. "I'm teaching you how to deal with the next situation, boy. Women are not easy to deal with."

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Salomon took the report from Tita, which described in detail the process of sending Dave to the hospital and settling the medical bills. The careful and rigorous artificial man even pinned the bill to the report, and took a photo and general information of the attending physician at the same time. The owner of the Immortal City frowned, browsed through it, signed it, and then put it aside.

He didn't have time to take care of Dave himself, he could only entrust the artificial man to complete this matter, but he didn't expect that Tita would actually do this trivial matter in person. She is like a tireless machine, dutifully fulfilling all orders issued by Salomon. Salomon was satisfied with her attitude towards the task, but she was too serious, and he didn't want Tita to focus on all the details.

He couldn't think of anything to reward Tita. Before that, he personally selected some cosmetics as gifts, including Tita's favorite YSL opium perfume and Givenchy Forbidden Kiss No. 16. With the pure white hair color of the artificial man, her heroic and charming temperament made her look very attractive. That's right, Salomon remembered the artificial people's preferences, and he chose all of Dinah's costumes and cosmetics—in order to cooperate with the witch in shopping and choosing clothes, he specially learned this knowledge from Athena.

It turned out to be a very useful discipline.

This is followed by Agent Victoria Hand's report.

This is a document that has been on the shelf for a long time, and because it was not marked as urgent, Salomon only started to browse it now: Agent Hill secretly contacted Agent Victoria Hand, wanting her to provide a support for Coulson's team. Maria Hill has included Victoria Hand on the death list in the report to the US government, just to make her disappear in the investigation of the US government and use it as a secret blade. This is the tacit understanding between Nick Fury and Salomon. It is precisely because of this that Agent Hand can recruit her past colleagues after officially entering the Immortal City to attack the treehouse base controlled by Hydra in East Africa.

Agent Victoria Hand is happy to help with this.

"You let Grant Ward and John Gatler run away?" Agent Hand's expression was indescribably mocking or angry, or both. "Just because a team member is being held hostage!" she said, "We don't negotiate with terrorists!"

"Now SHIELD no longer exists, we must cherish every agent." Agent Hill hurried out to smooth things over. This is a vacation home with a swimming pool outside. Prior to this, Agent Hill had just led the U.S. government to find the secret base where Coulson's team was hiding. However, she was a step too late and failed to capture Grant Ward through the hands of the U.S. government.

"We're not going to give up on any of our agents," Coulson said firmly, a departure from his mild-mannered past. Agent Hand scoffed at Coulson's humane approach. In her opinion, in the current situation where S.H.I.E.L.D. is fragmented, what Coulson should do is to be decisive. If a rookie agent can get a Hydra like John Gartler, it's a good deal.

"I'll help you catch Grant Ward, as long as you don't drop from the sky in a flying car and go to the Internet," Agent Hand said. "Agent Koenig died because of your weakness, and my new boss lost a Call of Duty teammate. He's mad, really."

Ask for a ticket!