The room area of ​​the fat house is more than 200 square meters.

Instead of wallpaper, cartoon girl posters are spread from the entrance hall to the living room.

Every cartoon girl smiled and stretched out her hands, giving people a weird feeling of being welcomed home by countless beautiful girls.

The layout of the living room is also very simple.

Opposite the soft beanbag is a 60-inch LCD TV, connected to ps3 and xbox, and the bookshelf on the wall is full of game CDs.

The agents entered the room and looked around, a strange smell came into their noses, and all of them, including Coulson, covered their mouths and noses.

The oily smell of unwashed hair, the sour smell of unwashed baths, the smell of stinky socks, the smell of Chinese food take-out, and the smell of male hormones even coming from the trash can.

Well, the standard dead fat house room.

Although the smell was not a biological weapon, the agents looked disgusted, as if they would rather the smell was a gas bomb.

"Sit down, don't be nervous, I'll ask a few simple questions."

A red-faced agent helped Alex to the sofa, and the rest of the agents went to check other rooms in tacit understanding.

Alex glanced at the bald agent and the white suitcase in his hand.

What's in this box?

"Don't look, I'm going to ask a question, you must answer truthfully."

Alex came back to his senses and nodded hastily.

…………

After half an hour, the inquiry finally ended.

Said to be a few simple questions, but the agent asked endlessly.

How many marks did you get in the exam, and whether you were physically punished by the teacher? The pretty classmates in the class were asked what their names were.

Alex gets all the memories of the fat house through the meal.

As long as he wants, he can even say the color of the underwear he has worn since he was a child.

But it was because he couldn't do that that he was exhausted by the agent's questions.

What questions to answer without thinking.

What questions to hesitate to answer uncertainly.

What questions should never be answered.

The agent's questioning seems to be out of order, but in fact there is a hidden mystery.

Fortunately, Alex has certain anti-reconnaissance methods, and he performed perfectly from beginning to end without showing any clues.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The agent shook his hand and left the room into the hallway.

Coulson was lying on the guardrail watching the scenery, and a special agent was standing beside him reporting the situation.

"Sir, all parts of the room have been checked, nothing is missing, there is no problem."

"What about the computer?"

"There are traces of long-term use, and there is no abnormality in the initial inspection."

"Preliminary inspection?"

"Yes, it is not ruled out that he is a computer expert and deleted all the data. If you want to completely rule out the suspicion, you need to bring the computer back to SHIELD for inspection."

"Okay, I see. How about you?"

The agent said: "It's perfect, no flaws."

Coulson smiled: "That's the problem."

Alex is still inexperienced.

How can a fat house with a fat brain and social phobia pass the SHIELD test perfectly.

"There is one more doubt." The agent added: "When I stay close to him, I can always smell a faint smell of blood, which is most obvious when I speak. Of course, this is just my personal feeling. ."

"These doubts are enough, get ready to do it!"

Coulson's case-handling model inherited from Nick Fury, with a face that is harmless to humans and animals, is actually more ruthless than anyone else.

"clear!"

The agent took out a tranquilizer gun from the holster, strode into the room, and fired three shots at Alex, who was drinking water.

shhhhhh!

Alex didn't notice it, and the three anesthetic bullets accurately pierced his body.

He threw away the water glass and stood up in panic, clutching his neck: "Sir, are you here?"

The agent sneered: "Don't pretend, you have too many flaws."

Hearing this, Alex's face was full of surprise, and his brain started to work rapidly.

flaw?

Is there something wrong with my answer just now?

I think should not be.

Could it be that the FBI was trying to test me on purpose?

Should I fall unconscious on the ground?

No, can't do it, it's too risky for me to take it.

Fight!

In an instant, Alex made up his mind.

He pretended to be paralyzed and walked staggeringly.

"This is a veterinary anesthesia bomb, which is specially designed to anesthetize lions and elephants."

Animal anesthesia bombs?

Oh, I don't feel anything at all.

Alex showed disdain, and his body rushed out like a tiger and a leopard.

"shit!"

Before the last sound could be heard, the agent was caught by Alex's neck, and he pulled out a pistol and aimed at the agents to shoot.

Bang bang bang!

Alex is so fast that he can't see clearly, but Agents of SHIELD aren't fish on the chopping block either.

The moment he ran away, the agent who noticed the danger immediately rushed to the bunker, and all the shots were empty.

And he focused all his attention on the other agents, not noticing that the one who was stuck in the neck hadn't lost his resistance.

The agent didn't snap Alex's fingers as hard as it would have been in vain.

He chose to reach into his pocket and pulled out a dagger, then slashed Alex's wrist with a backhand.

Stab it!

A sharp pain came.

Alex was a little confused.

When did the fbi's combat power become so strong, it was completely different from what I remembered!

Just as he was stunned, the agent fell to the ground, and the other agents took the opportunity to pull the trigger on him.

Bang bang bang! ! !

Gunshots rang out in the apartment, and special bullets shot into Alex's body, spattering blood.

After a round of shooting, only half of the more than 200 kilograms of fat remained, and a large pool of blood splattered on the floor like a slaughtered pig.

The agents replaced the magazines and watched the **** man in front of him vigilantly.

"Humph……"

A disdainful nasal sound means the owner is still alive.

"Accurate marksmanship, good skills and quick response, you are definitely not the FBI!"

"We are S.H.I.E.L.D., you son of a bitch!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D...." Alex clenched his fists in disdain: "No matter which game you are in~lightnovelpub.net~ a pistol can't kill me."

"What about this one!"

Coulson appeared in the doorway, holding a hand-held laser cannon often seen in movies.

boom!

Before he could answer, Coulson pulled the trigger.

A cloud of blue laser spewed out, instantly blasting Alex out of the wall and onto the street outside the apartment.

The thick wall collapsed instantly, and Coulson was also frightened by the power of the laser cannon: "Hydra's weapon is really easy to use."

Alex fell from the roof and hit the cold road hard.

There was a hole in his chest and abdomen with a diameter of fifty centimeters. If the laser cannon were wider, he could be cut in two.

With a thought, the flesh and blood all over his body began to wriggle to repair the wound.

Fortunately, I have gained a lot of flesh and blood when I went out to eat in the past few days. If I just woke up from the hospital and suffered such a shot.

He just gg'd.