Chapter 199 SHIELD never negotiates with terrorists unless...

The riots in New York did not arouse Pierce’s attention at all. He believed that Nick would fight for the greatest benefit for S.H.I. What is entrusted to him!

"So, your CIA locked the person here and will take him away in less than a month?" The warden wearing a black baseball cap wiped his hand that he had just wetted, and then sat down on his chair. Curiously looked at the man sitting opposite him.

This man is nothing like any CIA officer he has ever seen. Those guys look like ordinary middle-aged office workers or high-spirited police detectives who just graduated from school. In short, they don’t seem to have anything to do with intelligence officers. Related (the CIA never calls himself an agent) But the man in front of him with the CIA ID looks more like a gloomy assassin, he doesn’t wear a suit, a black leather jacket, and includes the unconscious bending of his right index finger. It was holding a gun as a symbol of conditioned reflex, and the hairline and hairstyle that reminded him of the punk style of the 1960s and 1970s.

"Yes, what's the problem?" John Garrett raised his legs calmly. They came here with all the documents and all the chapters on the procedures are true. As for the warden to verify their identities. , Ha ha, this is purely a dream, he will always get the words "no comment" when he calls Langley.

"Well, you can take people away!" The warden simply doesn't think about those problems. Anyway, he is just a small warden, earning such a dead salary every month, of course, occasionally from prisoners. Where can I get some oil and water, or go to the female prisoner to play a little game of pirate captain hehehe, what do high-level things have to do with him?

"Of course, thank you!" Garrett got up, picked up the leather gloves he had thrown on the table, and then walked out of the gate and walked up the fence. The energized barbed wire was attached to the towering concrete wall, and the guard carrying the weapon was vigilant. Watching the prisoners under the wall, if there is a slight movement, there will be guards wearing heavy armor and carrying batons from the small door under the wall to give those guys a heartfelt training, and the prisoners are also very clear, white and black. They are divided into large groups, and then they are divided into small groups according to nationality.

   "He's there!" The warden pointed to the circle of white people in the corner.

   "The group of people who are either British or Australian. Opposite them are French and Germans, and those fighting over there are Russians and Koreans!"

  Garrett half-squinted at the middle-aged man surrounded by four or five big men, who looked like an old farmer from Yorkshire.

  Perhaps perceiving someone watching him, Jonah Allen raised his head, looked at Garrett and others on the wall, showing a smile, then raised his right hand and raised his middle finger.

  "Do you want to teach him a lesson?" The Aegis agent behind Garrett asked in a low voice.

   "No, no need!" Garrett smiled, this guy has a personality, he likes it!

  After the handover, Jonah, in shackles, was sent to the Quinn fighter jet waiting outside the prison by heavily armed soldiers.

  "Untie him!" After getting on the plane, Garrett sat opposite Allen, staring into the other's eyes without saying a word.

   "You are not the CIA!" Being stared at by a big master, even an old agent could not hold it.

"Why?"

   "The CIA doesn't have this stuff!" Allen knocked on the armor plate behind him.

   "In this case, we will not hide it. We are S.H.I.E.L.D., Mr. Jonah Allen!"

  "S.H.I.E.L.D.! Ha ha! I guess my freedom is costly!"

   "Yes, Mr. Allen, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs you and what's in your head!"

   "I don't understand! I'm just an ordinary terrorist!"

   "Really?" Garrett let out a collected monster sound.

   "Just put it straight, we now need some people who know these big guys, and you are the only one who dug a tunnel into those guys' lair!"

   "In this case, I have a condition!"

  "S.H.I.E.L.D. never negotiates terms with terrorists! Mr. Allen!" The stern-faced bald brother walked out of the cockpit.

   "Really? What if I have information on how to control those guys?" Allen lifted his legs.

   "This is impossible, the information we have..." When the bald brother was about to say that no one can control those guys, he suddenly got stuck.

   "Your intelligence is out of date!"

   "Well, tell me your terms!" Garrett motioned to Brother Bald to shut up first.

   "I need 100 million dollars!"

"This is impossible!"

  "You listen to it first, what if I can help you find a behemoth comparable to the giant lizard in San Francisco?"

"How is it possible that all the monsters are contained by the emperor, wait, you mean, there are monsters that the emperor hasn't found!" Although the bald brother is a bit greedy, timid, and lustful, he is not stupid. He was surprised at first, then ecstatic, Hydra is about to rise!

   "Where is the monster?"

  "100 million dollars!"

  "S.H.I.E.L.D. does not talk to terrorists..." The bald brother wanted to emphasize his principles again, and the command from his family boss was transmitted in the headset, "Give it to him!"

Alexander Pierce also eavesdropped on the channel. The information given to him by Nick Fury explained in detail that this Jonah Allen disappeared for half a year during a mission in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago, and then reappeared. Just after work, he was crazy to collect a lot of information about prehistoric civilization. What happened to him in that six months!

   "Sir?"

   "Give it to him!" Pierce's tone was very firm.

   "Yes!" The bald brother can only nod.

   "Money can be given to you, but we have to get the coordinates first, and the information you mentioned. We must be sure that it is valid before we can give it to you!"

   "Of course, where shall we go now?" Allen asked with a smile.

   "Washington!"

Not only Alan Jonah, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been hoeing the imperial organizations in the United States and many allied countries. After all, compared with the wealthy S.H.I.E.L.D. It can only be regarded as the upper-middle class, but everyone wants to enjoy it. Wives want brand-name clothes, sons and daughters want to go to prestigious schools, and they have to buy good cigarettes and alcohol occasionally. Naturally, these expenses cannot be paid for by the organization. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. has indeed dug a lot of researchers to jump over, but because they will not be able to reach the core layer for a while, they can't find any flaws in those core scientists.

  (End of this chapter)