He was so anxious to let Justin die, and his method was so fierce that he had no bottom line. He could also find out the secret transfer path of SHIELD and mislead what SHIELD thought was done by the Umbrella Company.

Those who can do these things and can do them are almost White Hall who is caught in the shooting. However, Evanson still asked, "How can you tell?"

"The fighter that attacked the prison van had spray paint with umbrella signs on it. The people from the ambush operation team also had armbands with umbrella signs on it," Melinda explained.

Evanson thought to himself, this old bastard is too direct, it's so obvious, you might as well issue a statement afterwards and say that the Umbrella Company is responsible for the attack. "Don't you think this is a big deal?"

"There is such a possibility." Melinda nodded, "but there are many military tactics. If it is virtual, it is real, and if it is real, it is virtual, and it is also possible that they are deliberately doing the opposite."

Alas, Evanson sighed secretly, I'll go, are you all familiar with Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Please, are you Americans okay? It seems that the umbrella is not enough to be removed for the time being.

"Then you SHIELD is really leaking everywhere. It was Hydra some time ago, and now you even have a protective umbrella to figure out your tricks."

"Yes," Melinda said sadly, "Director Fury was deeply hit by this, so he became a little allergic during this period."

"Is this why he is suspicious of people?" Evanson asked.

"That's right." Melinda admitted, "In the current situation, your value is particularly important and your situation is very dangerous, so the director will pay special attention to those close to you."

"Don't forget." Melinda added, "Hydra was shaking out at the beginning, and you may know more about the information about the protective umbrella than any of us. And inside S.H.E.D.... I'm afraid there are eyeliners for these two people. If they know that there is someone like you, they will definitely try their best to make you disappear."

"So, Nick Fury forced you to come over to let you protect me?" Evanson said with a funny look.

"Yes." Melinda frowned slightly. "But, what does it mean to force it over? Are you very dissatisfied?"

"I turned down the date." Evanson shrugged and glanced at Melinda and said, "I am alone with another woman now, so I feel guilty, and I don't think I need your protection."

"Hmph, this is the first time I heard that playing video games together can be considered a date." Melinda smiled disdainfully, but then she became serious. "I admit that you are powerful, but your experience and experience are not as good as me, and you may not be able to discover danger earlier than me. So we can cooperate to learn from our strengths and weaknesses."

Learn from strengths and weaknesses? Evanson's face looked strange. Don't you feel uncomfortable if you say this?

But putting aside these, Melinda's words make some sense. At least those who can become senior agents alive are all human geniuses, and they are human geniuses who have no bottom line in doing things.

"Hmph." As the car was about to drive to a service area next to the highway, Evanson suddenly shook his head and snorted coldly, "Listen, if I die one day, I must have been cheated by you."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Melinda said with her eyes flashing.

As soon as Evanson turned the steering wheel, the car drove into the service area. After parking the car at the entrance of the supermarket, he said, "You know what I mean, treat you to dinner."

What a joke? I believe that Nick Fury suddenly found that he had been running S.H.I.E.L.D., and he suffered a small blow because of his half-life. However, if you say that he became nervous and did abnormal behavior because of this blow, he didn't believe it.

Because Nick Fury is a man who can shout to the sky, my will is as strong as steel.

Evanson felt that his current performance was entirely a show, in order to secretly reveal that he knew a lot of information, so that he could become a bait, and fish out the Hydra or umbrella people.

As for Melinda, maybe Nick Fury really wants her to help her, but there should be another task, which is to remind herself not to turn those guys into ashes after being attacked, and to leave a living mouth to take them back for interrogation.

Alas, it's really uneasy.

"Don't you refuel your car?" Melinda asked strangely. She remembered that the displacement of this car is not low. Now that I have run so many roads, don't add fuel? Don't run halfway through a while and need to get down to push the cart.

"No, my car doesn't burn much oil," Evanson said.

"Magic?" asked Melinda.

"Well, mana is fuel-efficient." Evanson said nonsense. I can't tell you, I can't tell you that my car burns a hateful soul.

"What are you looking at?" asked Melinda, who had been looking at her cell phone after Evanson got out of the car.

"New Mexico Travel Guide." Evanson said absent-mindedly.

"You are too leisurely, we are not going out for a trip," Melinda turned around and said.

"I finally came here and I have to appreciate the charming specialties here." Evanson said indifferently.

"Then what specialty did you find?" Melinda pushed open the supermarket door, waiting for Evanson who was still looking down at her phone.

"Special product one." Evanson put away his phone in "Spanish."

"Beautiful lady." Evanson walked to the supermarket salesman and said in Spanish "Please give us two tacos rolls."

"Brother, you have a very positive accent." The saleswoman of Latino descent cared for handing over two chicken rolls. To them, Spanish was like the native language.

"Speciality Two." Evanson Bar gave Melinda a chicken roll.

After taking the chicken roll, Melinda smiled and said, "You can speak Spanish?"

"It's okay, there's no problem with normal communication." Evanson said. What is Spanish? I can also speak demonic language.

"You really haven't finished high school?" Melinda was a little confused. Judging from her daily conversation, Evanson didn't look like a person who had not received higher education, but now he can speak foreign languages.

"Well, I usually don't discuss academic qualifications with others." What's wrong with not finishing high school? Am I proud? I haven't even finished junior high school. Am I proud?

Evanson was eating chicken rolls and was bored around the shelves. He accidentally saw an uncle who was covered tightly outside the door limping towards the supermarket.

After he walked in, Evanson saw clearly that his face was still blue and purple, and he must have been beaten up some time ago.

Suddenly, when the uncle was about to enter the door, a shotgun came out from under his shirt and was loaded with a click.

"Special product three." Evanson whispered when he saw this scene, "full of western style."

"Robbery." After the uncle entered the door, he immediately pointed his gun at the salesperson and said, "Give it all the money." But he spoke a little strangely, as if his front teeth were knocked off.

When the safety of taxpayers' lives and property was seriously threatened, Evanson, a consultant at S.H.I.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

While eating, he murmured in a vague way, "I hate these robberies the most, and there is no technical content at all."

Melinda "Are you so scared here?"

Evanson swallowed the food he had in his mouth, turned his head and looked at Melinda squatting beside him with a curious look, "Don't you hide here too?"

"I have to observe the situation." Melinda secretly looked at the cashier through the gap in the shelves. "I have to confirm whether he is a robber, or... wants to lead us out."

Senior agents, I just like to think too much. But as mentioned earlier, they are now baits for fishing. So Melinda must first determine whether this guy can handle the robbers in just one stroke, or the Hydra assassination personnel with more than a dozen detonators hidden under her clothes.

"I didn't expect that I would escape, girl." The robber may have taken drugs before coming. He is a little excited now. "Although I am the only one this time, the smiling tiger kung fu guy in a suit and sunglasses is not there, so you can hand over the money quickly."

"Wear a suit, sunglasses, smiley tiger, and still have kung fu? Well..." Evanson counted it with his fingers, then turned his head to look at the uncle, and found that his lame leg was covered with plaster. "I probably know who beat him up with his injuries."

"A coincidence, I know too." Melinda next to her was moving her wrists and neck, and she seemed to be on the move. "I'm familiar with that person than you."

"I believe this," Evanson said.

"Hey." Melinda walked out from behind the shelves with a swagger and said hello to the robber.

"Who?" The robber immediately turned his gun and pointed at Melinda.

"Don't be nervous." Melinda said, and used her two fingers to lift her gun out. "I just want to ask, I still have a gun, do you want it?"

The robber was suddenly stunned, and then smiled strangely, "I'm sorry, someone has used this trick." The robber shot without hesitation.

"Shet." Melinda, who has been through many battles, naturally would not capsize in the gutter. She overturned and hid in the shelf next to her.

"Ha, am I like an idiot?" The robber kept firing at the shelf where Melinda was hiding, and shouting, "I actually want to use this trick to deceive me."

"It seems that it's not easy to solve." Evanson finished the last bite of the chicken roll, picked up a small bag of flour and threw it on the robber's head.

"Ah, let's do this again." The flour hair scattered on the robber's head, directly captivating his eyes.

Melinda seized the opportunity and kicked the robber in the face. It was probably because the poor guy had lost consciousness before he fell to the ground. But maybe because he was too embarrassing just now, Melinda kicked the guy's normal leg again. Judging from the crisp sound of the bones and the abnormal bend, this guy probably can only be in a wheelchair in his next life.

"The money for the chicken roll." Melinda put a note on the table.

"I'll find change for you." But after just experiencing robbery and waiting for a salesperson, he didn't seem to be very panicked, and he still had the intention to find money.

Then Melinda slapped the robber's shotgun on the table and was about to give her a few instructions. Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her mouth, the saleswoman said first, "I know, I will tell the police that I'm not in vain for so many action movies."

Melinda opened and closed her mouth twice, and finally said helplessly, "Yes, that's it."

After the two left the supermarket and started to set off again, Evanson suddenly laughed and said, "What's your relationship with that guy? He has such a tacit understanding, and even the plan to fight against the enemy."

"Who?" Melinda asked knowingly.

Evanson said “Colson.”

Half a month ago, Colson drove from this road to New Mexico. He should have stayed in this service area. The last time the robber came to rob, he must have been dealt with.

Both times, they were uniformed by senior agents of SHIELD, and this robber is amazing.

"We used to be partners, you know," Melinda said.

Evanson yelled, "Is this tacit understanding?"

"After working together for a long time, you will naturally have a tacit understanding." Melinda said.

"If you believe you, you will have a ghost." Evanson was sure that at least before, there must be something between Melinda and Colson.

Looking at Evanson's smirk, Melinda was so angry that she didn't hit her. While she was considering whether to punch him, she suddenly heard a huge roar from behind.

Judging from the sound, this should be the sound from the motorcycle engine, and it is approaching the car at an extremely fast speed.

Could it be that the robber's accomplice came to take revenge? With this idea, Melinda turned her head and looked at it, and then was stunned.

It was simply a ball of flames that were approaching rapidly, but there was still a shadow of a motorcycle in it. Melinda swears that she had never seen such a weird thing in her life.

No matter what it was, it would be no good to get him close. Melinda immediately turned around, trying to speed up Evanson and throw that thing away.

"I'm here to meet me, fasten your seat belt." Before Melinda could speak, Evanson said in the reversing mirror, and when he stepped on the accelerator, his speed immediately reached more than 200.

Melinda turned her head back again, but the flame behind her was faster and was still pulling in the distance between her and the car.

"What exactly is it?" Melinda felt that the thing could not be explained by science, so she wanted to try whether magic could be explained.

"The most special product in New Mexico." Evanson said helplessly. "To be honest, I really don't want to touch him."
Chapter completed!