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Brooklyn Hospital.

Room 501 on the 5th floor.

Nodding to the two agents guarding the door, Coulson took the eagle-eyed Clint Barton and pushed the door in.

On the hospital bed indoors, Andrew was wearing a hospital uniform and quietly taking a drip.

Seeing someone come in, he shrank back nervously, a little uneasy in his eyes.

"Son, don't be nervous."

Leaning on crutches, bandaged on his head, and with an amiable smile, Coulson always makes people less vigilant.

"We won't hurt you, just chat with you casually."

"..." Seeing the miserable appearance of the other party, Andrew believed.

The alertness in his eyes was a little less, and he slowly sat up against the head of the bed.

"You...what do you want to talk about?"

"Haha, don't worry."

With a wave of his hand, Coulson acted calmly as if possessed by a group. He naturally took a chair in Patton's hand and sat down slowly.

"My name is Phil Coulson, and this is my colleague Clint Barton. We work in a government department called S.H.I.E.L.D. under the umbrella of the United Nations."

"Boy, can you tell me your name?"

In the rear, after searching for a long time and not finding a chair, Barton stood silently behind Coulson with a stinky face.

SHIELD? never heard of that.

Andrew's personality is obviously a little introverted, his eyes are dodgy, and there is a little nervousness in his voice.

"me…"

"It's okay, don't be nervous."

We just chat casually like friends, shaking our heads if we really don't want to answer. "

There was no sense of coercion, and Coulson's words and tone once again made Andrew put down some psychological defenses.

"Can you tell me about yourself? A brief introduction is enough."

Like, where are you from? what do you like? What are your interests and hobbies? any friends?

Or what university do you want to go to, what major do you choose…”

"These, you can talk to us."

Coulson's voice was soft, unwittingly relaxing.

But Andrew was a little embarrassed because his memory was incomplete.

He only remembers his tragic family situation, his seriously ill mother and his father who was often violent.

Can't even remember the school he was in, only that there was a fairly large open space near the school and a cave.

You should have some friends.

But I don't remember their voice and appearance...

"Son, don't worry, we'll take your time."

Looking at Agent Patton, Coulson said in surprise.

"Barton, why are you still standing? Find a chair and sit down."

"..." Clint Barton clenched his fists, angrily not wanting to speak.

Just when he liked to stand, Coulson got up and poured Andrew a glass of water.

Andrew took it carefully with both hands and pursed his lips lightly, feeling more and more confused in his memory.

In those memories, there were some unknown researchers in white coats who trapped him in a small and closed experimental room and performed various experiments on him like a guinea pig every day.

Someone ordered him, and someone kept injecting him with unknown drugs.

Occasionally, a man with a white mask and long blond hair appeared, and they respected him and called him Lord Baroque.

In the base, Andrew even saw some guys who seemed to be vampires.

Those vampires have also become experimental subjects, and are required to use what looks like a red crystal every day.

Suddenly one day, a group of killers dressed as ninjas broke in.

They kill anyone they see, without any humanity, and wantonly arrest vampires.

At that time, he was afraid and anxious, broke free from the restraints of several scientific researchers, and followed the call from the bottom of his heart and ran to the room where the red crystal was held.

By the way, the name of that crystal seems to be...

"Hey... it hurts..."

Suddenly, he covered his head and felt a splitting headache.

Some unknown wave began to spread outward, and this wave swept through everything in the room, causing the whole room to start shaking violently.

[Mood value from Clint Barton +471]

"Colson..."

Barton's hair stood upright, a stride blocked in front of Coulson, and he vowed.

"This kid's situation is not right, he must be annoyed by your questions and want to beat him up!"

Snapped!

A vase on the bedside table burst in an instant, and the glass on the window vibrated, cracking and cracking.

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +473]

Chapter 38 Coulson: My agent intuition is telling me. . . . . .

Coulson shouted inwardly, "This is impossible, Barton, you slander me!"

On the other hand, he continued to launch language offensives, trying to make the other party relax.

"Child, don't panic, don't panic..."

"Watch your breathing, come... take a deep breath..."

"Inhale... exhale..."

Coulson is very experienced in this aspect. Watching the other party's frown slowly ease with his breathing, he gently glanced at the broken vase on the table, and had some guesses in his heart.

"superpower!"

The surprise in his eyes flashed, and at this moment he thought of the file bag that Director Furui gave him.

He praised in his heart, "As expected of Director Furui, he is scheming!"

This looks introverted, young, named Andrew.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. agents found him, he had been knocked out by a large truck traveling at high speed.

But miraculously, only minor abrasions were left on Andrew's body. But the big truck seemed to have collided head-on with another big truck, and the entire front of the truck was dented.

This unreasonable scene naturally attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

At the same time, it is also the reason why Coulson was appointed here!

"Do you remember why you were there?"

Coulson was referring to that, the Brooklyn Bridge.

Andrew held his head, and his memory was still a little confusing. But to this question, the answer seemed to be answered without thinking.

"Yingluo, it's Yingluo's bad guy who wants to arrest me."

I, I have to leave, I have to get out of there! "

His pupils widened and his body trembled slightly, as if he had returned to the days when he was studied in the ninth laboratory.

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +481]

Shadow Luo?

Hearing the name again, Coulson's heart moved slightly.

He asked inadvertently, "Why are they arresting you?"

"Because, because of the killing stone fragments!"

Andrew hissed in pain and put down a hand, he remembered the name.

Killstone fragments? an unfamiliar name.

With the name in mind, Coulson looked at him expectantly.

Rubbing his temples, Andrew narrowed his eyes, as if recalling something.

"A fragment of the killing stone, a red crystal with some kind of powerful force."

From what those researchers said, the shards seem to have the ability to grant wishes..."

"Wish? Really?"

Can any wish come true? "

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Coulson kept his voice low, sending it into Andrew's ears like a gust of wind.

"I have no idea."

Pushing Coulson back from his ear in disgust, he looked at his hand: "But my wish should have been fulfilled."

"Oh... boy, can you tell me what your wish is?"

Being pushed away, Coulson was not at all embarrassed. He remembered the picture of the vase bursting just now, and he had some kind of answer in his heart.

Andrew didn't answer.

He just turned his head and looked out the window as if tired. On a branch outside the window, there was a sparrow singing happily.

Upon seeing this, Coulson did not force it.

He smiled, got off the bed (yes, the bed) and stood up on crutches.

"Son, thank you for your cooperation, we will come to see you again, and look forward to our next meeting."

Andrew still didn't answer, as if looking at the bird outside the window a little fascinated.

Coulson didn't care either, he nodded and adjusted the bandages on his head, and left the room with Agent Patton on crutches.

Outside the door, Crossbones Brock Rumlow has been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the two come out, he hurried forward and asked about the situation enthusiastically.

Coulson greeted him to a remote place, briefly recounted Andrew's performance just now, and reminded him again and again.

"You stay in the hospital, and you must protect Andrew's safety. If he has any requirements, as long as it is not excessive, try to meet them."

Having said that, he looked at the firearm on the other party's body and said another sentence.

"And... pay attention to your attitude, he's still a child."

"clear…"

With a salute, Brock Rumlow turned and left.

"As expected of the captain of the quick-response agent team, he is capable of doing things."

My agent's gut is telling me that this is a reliable man! "

As for the information on Shadow Luo and the killing stone fragments, Coulson naturally concealed it and planned to tell it to Director Furui in person.

But what he didn't know was that, just before he entered that room, several listening devices were secretly installed in some parts of that room. Therefore, the conversation between several people has long been heard clearly by the agents of Hydra.

Watching Coulson and Barton walk out of the hospital, Rumlow's eyes flashed, and he turned to hold the headset, and gave orders to the Hydra agent who had already been in ambush.

"Hurry up and find a few people and secretly transfer that super boy to the Hydra base!"

As a veteran Hydra agent, Rumlow's grasp of opportunities is so reliable.