In the office, Ward sat across from Daisy and Cynthia, flipping through the file with a file in his hand. Impatiently, he closed his hands and looked helplessly at the two beauties in front of him.

Cynthia introduces herself again "Cynthia Schmidt, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D...."

Innocent, she saw Ward's trigeminal neuralgia, and he gently rubbed his forehead, sighing "the ups and downs of life"

Ward, who has just joined the job, has a bad relationship with Daisy. He has been avoiding himself. Daisy thinks that Ward, who is still a kid, is very good. Now Ward knows that he will be under Daisy's command, a thunderbolt from the blue sky. This is worse than killing your own pet dog.

"Sir, do I have a choice?"

Daisy lowered her raised Erlang legs, "First of all, the height you fly is only so high, it's not a big lift." Daisy stroked a middle position.

"Secondly, you can choose not to join my team." Ward was about to blurt out something, but Daisy didn't give him a chance, followed by "but it's useless."

"..." Ward's handsome little face was speechless for a while, he put the file aside firmly, and asked Daisy. "It looks like I have no choice?"

"Do you have a choice to enter S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Daisy dropped this sentence without thinking, which made Ward stunned for a moment. Daisy continued, "Now, everyone on my team is here."

Cynthia looked at Daisy curiously, she didn't expect Daisy to count her in.

"Just the three of us?" Ward demanded.

"To be precise, there are four people, and there is an information team on the field. Alright, let's forget about that, let's take a look at our mission now!" Daisy clapped her hands, got up and walked towards the projector projected on the wall, for Wo De and Cynthia introduced the goal of this mission.

"A little question," Cynthia asked.

"Can I not go? It looks so dangerous..."

Cynthia obviously wanted to be lazy, but here she was in S.H.I.E.L.D. Daisy gave her a dignified little look.

What's fierce, let's not talk about it at all.

Cynthia murmured bb in her mind, and her mouth stopped.

The so-called time sees people's hearts, since Cynthia assisted Daisy in daily life for a period of time, Daisy has figured out the essence of Cynthia as a house girl.

Ward touched his nose politely but awkwardly, watching the exchange between Daisy and Cynthia, he felt that he was the only normal person among the three...

Taking a breath, Ward patted the mission file. "So what do we do now?"

"What?" Daisy and Cynthia were stunned by his question.

"I mean what are we going to do now? The investigation work is still being handled by Nick Fury's people because of the handover problem. We obey the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s network orders."

Ward calmly analyzed it, and actually looked a little handsome. His sharp-edged face doesn't look bad, after all, it's the strongest face in "SHIELD", and it really wasn't a cover-up.

"We have a commander" Ward pointed to Daisy.

"Agents with Action" pointed to himself

"Yes..." Ward was taken aback when he pointed to Cynthia, "We have Cynthia"

"So what are we going to do now? Waiting here at headquarters?"

"It's a good question." Daisy affirmed his analysis.

"What, what, what! You look down on me, don't you!"

"I originally wanted to mobilize some personnel changes, but the time is tight. People from other departments will be dispatched to our team after this incident is over!"

Slapping her thigh and standing up from her seat, Daisy said decisively.

"In that case, let's go drink beer!"

"what?"

"what?"

Both Cynthia and Ward were dumbfounded.

"Gulu Gulu is bubbling, cold and satisfying, light and refreshing draft beer, just thinking about it makes me feel thirsty, let's go! Find a bar!"

"Are you serious…"

Ward said sympathetically.

"Here" Ward turned his head away, and there was a very dirty photo in front of him, saying "Wild Girls Bar"

Daisy and Cynthia appeared behind Ward in simple casual clothes. The streets were filthy, and an unknown dark liquid was still flowing on the ground, which smelled like rust. At around 5:30 in the afternoon, the sky was a little dark, and there were surprisingly few pedestrians on the roadside, and occasionally white-haired beggars could be seen.

"Girls bring girls to Wayward Girls Bar?" Daisy teased Ward, "Clinton, Manhattan, a familiar environment..."

This place is also known as Hell's Kitchen. Daisy led the team to bloodbath here at the beginning of the new year, which is considered to have a bad relationship.

"Gattler brought me here once, not long after the operation that day. Don't look at him, the atmosphere inside is good." Ward added.

"Go in and have a look." Daisy put her hands in her jeans, her expression indifferent, she and Emma went to a few underground bars in college, and it wasn't as bad as Daisy's impression. Cynthia looked curious, as if it was the first time she had seen a bar like this.

The three of them pushed the door open, and the smell of fireworks inside rushed over.

"New faces!" the bartender shouted, and there was a lot of shouts from the bar.

The lights inside were dim, and the whole room was bright red. A dozen strong men were sitting underneath, smoking and drinking. Several of them were bald, and Sriracha had a big beard. Their muscles looked as big as their heads. The smog in the room is the result of their puffing up there.

Daisy was already in a playful mood, so she wasn't disappointed seeing such an atmosphere. "Ah, it's ugly."

"Oh, I forgot to mention. This is a retired soldiers club, and the old customers in it are all retired veterans." Ward added.

"We can see it even if you don't tell me, they don't hide the guns on their waists." Cynthia patted the air in front of her nose, she couldn't stand the smoke.

Ward led Cynthia and Daisy to the bar, and the bartender looked at the three of them with a smile on his face. "Welcome! Newcomers. Good things happen with new faces. What do you want?"

Daisy and Cynthia were looking at the crowd in the bar. A wretched-looking man who seemed to have never seen a female in eight hundred years was whistling playfully at Cynthia. How can Cynthia bear this, Daisy is in front of her, and she will go up and teach him a lesson.

Someone was one step ahead of Daisy, and a burly man sitting next to him was very displeased. "The sound of your whistling disgusts me."

In a word, the wretched man was picked up, and a wine bottle was knocked on the forehead. The wretched man was knocked unconscious and limp on the ground.

It happened suddenly, and the bartender was used to it. Ask the waiter to clean up the blood stains on the ground. "It takes a while to get used to it, Kangkang, all the interesting things are on the blackboard."

The environment here is a little restless, which is very suitable for Daisy's taste. She took a step forward and looked at the blackboard recommended by the bartender.

"blowyjob, funny name"

The bar is wearing a casual plaid shirt, with short and long yellow hair, looking like a weasel. He wipes his glass. "Aha, that's not for you. Maybe soda is more for you."

"Do you have soda here?"

"No."

Daisy approached Ward slightly, "Bringing my boss to this kind of bar on the first day of work, the young man's prospects are worrying."

"Are you afraid? We can change one."

"Whispering girl bar where girls bring girls, I can try."

Cynthia was out of place here. She touched her arm and approached Daisy Ward. This kind of behavior provoked the ridicule of the bearded man. The bearded radish had a burly figure and stepped into the line sideways. He said to the bartender, "Order me a blowyjob for this girl." After speaking, he smirked at Daisy.

Ward frowned. When he was about to rescue Daisy, Daisy had already spoken first.

"It sounds like you're going to wrestle with me. Also help me get a glass of wine to the... big fat guy in front of you." The carrot who said it froze for a while, but Daisy's boldness was different.

"you sure?"

"What are you questioning? Think about it, if I took out something bigger than you, it would be embarrassing for you. Big fat man. Not to mention you have to give me blowyjob"

Daisy's words were choking, the big fat carrot gradually became angry, and he took a sip of beer. "Then let's wrestle your arms now. If you lose, give me a blowjob." There was a lot of boos below, obviously everyone was dissatisfied with Carrot's actions.

"If I win, I want you to get on your knees and read the Bible!"

There was something wrong with the atmosphere, and Ward sensed the other party's anger. But Daisy looked eager to try, and he suddenly regretted bringing Daisy and Cynthia to this kind of bar.

The stage was opened, and Daisy and the big fat carrot were placed in the middle.

"Do you want to place a bet? It's still too late to place a bet." The bartender's glasses were shining, and he rushed to Ward's side. Cynthia looked curiously at the scene below. Ward was very worried that the scene would not be able to stop for a while, but he was not at all worried that his new leader would be eaten tofu.

"Girl wins, how much will you pay?" Hearing this, the bartender was dumbfounded. He originally bet on how many seconds the girl would survive.

Holding the fat hand of the big fat radish, the referee announced the verdict, and Daisy's little hand immediately gained strength, tightly holding the fat man's hand.

Big Fat Carrot originally served in the Canadian Special Forces. He is full of muscles and looks like a fat man from a distance. Although he has retired for many years and his upper body muscles are out of shape, he is still one of the best strongmen in the bar. The bar regulars thought that defeating the little girl in front of them was a sure thing.

But at the beginning of the match, when the girl exerted force on her hand, the hand of the big fat carrot seemed to be tightly strangled by a rope, and her fingers were blood red. The big fat radish was grabbed by Daisy's wrist forcefully, and immediately felt something was wrong, and the severe pain on the palm bone spread throughout his whole body. Daisy didn't rush to break off the opponent's hand, but kept holding on to the opponent's hand, kneading the bones of the palm in her hand. The big fat radish was panting heavily, the large artery on his forehead was bulging, and his upper body was blood red, he still wanted to hold on to this end~lightnovelpub.net~ Such an ending was unexpected for the drinkers in the house, the bartender saw Everyone is dumbfounded and overwhelmed by Ward's side. Ward's face didn't change, but he was actually smiling.

Can Daisy Johnson be messed with casually?

"I made a mistake and I admit defeat." Luobo persisted for thirty seconds, and finally couldn't stand it any longer. He was so painful that his head almost fell on the table.

"I admit that I recognized you as Daisy Johnson. I wanted to take advantage of you. I admit defeat. I was wrong. Let me go." The big fat carrot looked a little pitiful now, like a giant baby, with a crying voice.

"Then have you ever bought an Apple mobile phone?"

"No! No! But I will buy it. I will buy it as soon as I leave the house. Please let me go..." Radish spoke very fast, and Daisy was leisurely.

"Buy one for your mother too, do you hear me?"

"Yes, I will."

Daisy easily broke off his hand, and the moment he let go, the big fat carrot let out a scream, and there was a burst of cheers from around, celebrating Daisy one after another, and more than 20 retired soldiers of different shapes cheered in unison. Knocking on the table with a draft beer mug is a spectacular sight.

Daisy clapped her hands, responding to everyone in the bar.

"It doesn't look good, but the atmosphere is good." Daisy took a sip of the big beer cup handed over by Cynthia. The beer inside was foaming with white foam.

The bartender handed Ward a hundred-dollar bill, "It's a big loss."

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