Fuck Chapter 470, it will always be completely lost at some time

   "Sir?"

Old friends gathered together, and the joy was beyond words. The Coleson plane rushed down eagerly as soon as it was steady. The S.H.I. The wrecked tank couldn't help crying with joy.

   "Sir!"

   "Colson!"

  One bald head, one bald head immediately, the two embraced each other enthusiastically, and looked like two old glasses.

"I have prepared some gifts for you!" Nick Fury felt a little guilty, and hurriedly led Coleson to look at the things he had picked up for the other party, weapons and ammunition, funds, and a lot of food to replenish fuel batteries. All of them are urgently needed by S.H.I.E.L.D. at present.

   "Sir, you are so kind to me!"

  Looking at the dazzling array of supplies, Coulson was speechless for a while. He didn’t know Chai Migui if he was not in charge. He used to know that he had no money to report to the egg, but now he knew that it was not easy to make money after he became the shopkeeper.

  The elite agents who are now with him are not even half of the salary in the past, and it will take a few days from time to time, so it is not unreasonable for Hawkeye to run as a superhero. After all, he still has a family to support.

   "It's all my own brothers, you are welcome!" Nick Fury waved his hand generously, "You have to work harder than me, fast, don't stand stupidly, move quickly!"

  A group of agents woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward to carry supplies and **** the prisoners. At this moment, it is not difficult to see the collapse of S.H.I.

"Then we all moved away, what do you use? Sir, why don't I leave some for you, and there are funds, you have not used up yet!" Looking at the silent bittern, Coleson felt sorry for him and stepped forward. Asked.

"No, no, it was much worse when S.H.I.E.L.D. was poor and white. Didn't I come here?" Nick Fury waved his hand, "You need these more than I do! We continue to maintain the style of hard work, sooner or later, one day It will be great again!"

  Speaking, seeing that the handling speed was too slow, Nick Fury also called the people he brought to help.

  So Coleson watched the two invisible Fighting Falcon gunboats fall from the sky, and a dozen or so agents wearing engineering power armor sold by Atlas.

   "Hard struggle?" Looking at the new armor on the agents and the dangling fat body on their way, Coulson has a new understanding of hard struggle.

   "By the way, Coleson, I have some ideas for the current reconstruction of SHIELD!" Nick Fury was not embarrassed at all, but quietly pulled the opponent to the corner.

  "I talked to Fisher of Atlas, and they will provide us with a series of material assistance!"

  I see, the logo on the gunboat has not had time to erase it! Coulson gazed at the flying machine in the distance.

"So how much does it cost?" Coleson thought that Nick Fury was thinking of sharing the expenses with him, but that's okay, he could also get some supplies, not much, and Nick Fury. It's okay to open three or seven, of course, it's his seven!

   "Well, it's like this, Coleson, have you ever heard of a military strategist named Sima Yi wearing women's clothing in Eastern China?"

   "It seems to have heard that it was from Guan Yu's time!" Coleson was confused. Didn't he talk about purchasing? How did it become history?

   "Yes, his enemy gave him a suit of women's clothing, and wanted him to come out to fight, but he saw through the enemy's plan, but rather calmly put on the clothes, and finally forced the enemy back!"

   "Wait, sir, why do you want to focus on women's clothing?" Coleson looked at the old officer's apologetic eyes, and suddenly felt his back swish.

   "Atlas said that we don't need to pay for it, just women's clothing!" Nick Fury put on a difficult look, choked and said.

"For women, my agents, such as Barbara and Carter, are fine. If not, I can go to Natasha..." Coleson, who was muttering words, looked at the tears in Nick Fury's eyes. , The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

   "He wants male agents to wear women's clothing?"

   "Yes, and naming your name and asking you to dance in women's clothing!"

   Click! Coleson only felt that a thunderbolt fell, and he shivered with fright, and then he remembered the time he met Fisher, and the other party had said something similar.

   "But it's not right. The women around the opponent are enough for an Aegis Special Force. He can't like men!" Coleson still wanted to struggle.

   "The evil taste of the rich! Coleson, now everyone is counting on you!"

"I..." Recently, Coleson, who felt that his hairline was getting higher and higher, had a bitter expression on his face. He wanted to refuse it altogether. The subordinates who rode the rocket launcher laughed happily.

   "Can you refuse?"

   "I think too, but..." Nick Fury looked at the gunboat on the side.

   "I have collected all the deposit!"

  At this moment, Agent Phil Colson only felt that the sky was spinning, well, he woke up and turned against the whole world.

   "Fisher also said that women dancing can be exchanged for ion propulsion transport aircraft, and nano combat uniforms..." Nick Fury wiped away his tears and began to report the list.

  "Stop talking!" After hearing the long list of equipment, vehicles and other things, Coleson waved his hand resolutely.

   "I shoot! But I have one condition..."

   "Fisher said that this video cannot be filmed alone, and he also found you ten Korean girl groups to dance with..."

   "I..." After hearing something messed up by the dancing band, Coleson flinched again, and then Nick Fury continued to repeat the list.

   "I shoot, but I need to get something first!"

   Suddenly, Coulson seemed to hear the sound of something shattering. Only at this moment did he understand that for a moment, talents would truly mature.

  Looking at the desperate subordinates, Nick Fury resisted the laugh that he was about to burst into tears...cry and changed the subject.

   "In addition, the other side does not intend to let our other comrades-in-arms, Patton and Stark, and the other side offer a drone mothership!"

   "Ah this!"

Coleson’s previous grief instantly turned into a dumbfounding. If the other party prescribes any other conditions, they will definitely refuse, but the other party obviously wants to help themselves. It’s just a mischievous prank. You said I agreed. Do you still agree?

   "Sir, I don't really want a drone mothership! I just like watching Stark women's clothing! Leave it to me!" Coulson slapped his chest and pack the ticket.

   "Okay, then I will be in charge of Button!"

  (End of this chapter)