Evanson found out that he had made a mistake again. This was not to say that his hidden identity was discovered, and he was suspected of saying the wrong thing. It was not that serious, mainly because of his lifestyle.

The reason is that the case is almost over here. As for when the case is closed, it depends on how long it will take for Simmons and Feiz to use universal glue to put together the Furious Staff cane.

It is said that this has nothing to do with Evanson, but at this critical moment he didn't leave, mainly because it was getting late now. Colson said that since it was already this time, our group would not leave. He just found a hotel in the local area and we had a good meal and stayed for a night, and then talked about the issue of returning.

When Evanson saw this situation, he couldn't leave! First of all, he was doing rituals for others before he came. Originally, this ritual should have been done for seven days, but it was obvious that Colson and the others had been disturbing this way, and they had to spend a lot of money outside. And I'm here to give you a task, and I'm so worried about it. This can't be said that your mission has ended the celebration banquet. I won't go back quietly. I'm not so arrogant, okay?

So he never missed the luxury suite and delicious dinner. And Colson and the others were also very generous. After all, it was the public who spent money, so they booked a five-star hotel in the local capital of Norway. Well, a five-star fast hotel!

Anyway, that's what it means, but the meal was good, but it couldn't help but feel bad. This is mainly about Melinda. Because she touched the Rioter's cane before, the black memory she had been sealed in the depths awakened. Balin Island, she had to kill a little girl who suddenly awakened her supernatural powers when she had no choice.

Losing a colleague and killing a child left her with deep psychological trauma, doubting her abilities, getting bored of field tasks, and changing her mind were all because of that damn task. This incident not only caused great trouble to her work, but also messed up her life, and because of this, she divorced her husband.

It was also because of this psychological trauma that she was persuaded by Evanson to accept the transformation. She felt that if she had extraordinary power, she could avoid the tragedy, protect her colleagues, and not kill the child because of this. She would never be in a dilemma.

After receiving the transformation, her mental state gradually began to stabilize and she began to accept frequent field tasks. She thought she had escaped that nightmare. But until today, the magic on the Furious Cane made her clearly recall that memory. Only then did she realize that what she had done was done. No matter how long it took, no matter how she changed, she could not pretend that it had nothing to do with herself.

So Melinda is in a bad mood now. She put aside the people celebrating and drank alone there.

At this time, Evanson happened to be alone, mainly because there were too many plates on his table, and the others were not ashamed to sit with him. But Melinda didn't care about this anymore and sat directly opposite him.

Evanson held the plate that was almost shaken under the table, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, "I'm in a bad mood... I'm in a bad mood..."

"Well..." Melinda huffed her eyebrows and said in a daze.

"About that? Want to talk to me?" Evanson thought to himself that half a bottle of dry red can make you drunk like this, so don't drink if you drink.

"Yeah." Melinda nodded.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a psychologist." Evanson shook his head. "I said at the beginning that I can only teach you what to do in the future. I can do nothing about what has happened and how to heal the psychological trauma in your heart."

Evanson is also self-aware. It’s not that the warlock cannot serve as a psychological counselor for others, but the result is that you are just not happy with your heart, but he can give you a revenge on society. “If you want to take the truth with me and complain about something that they hate, then I have nothing to say.”

"Hmph, what was expected." Melinda snorted coldly and began to complain. "You have never experienced those things, and you don't understand how painful it is to make such a choice."

"Hmph..." Evanson grunted, gracefully brought the stacks of plates on the table to the ground, leveled the table's dining bra, and looked up at Melinda. "So what can I do if I've experienced it?"

"What do I say? According to secular sayings, I am a kind and unkind person. You didn't think it was strange that I thought an American young man in his 20s had no girlfriend before Claya."

"Because I'm poor? But to be honest, I can afford to raise a girlfriend who is not too pretentious."

"Yes." Melinda nodded. Brooklyn is not hell's kitchen. It is a well-known wealthy area. There is a real estate in that place and a commercial property that is not too small. This is a considerable family business. And although the broken store has been on the verge of bankruptcy, it has never entered the abyss of bankruptcy, so there is no problem with this income and living at home.

Besides, such leisurely days are much easier than those ordinary office workers who are carrying loans. With these, it is not too difficult to get married.

"It's mainly about feeling, not about the feeling of being electrocuted at first sight." Evanson also said the truth a little, "but because it's difficult for me and others to reach empathy. In short, I don't care about those people."

"Don't care..." Melinda asked in confusion.

"That's right." Evanson nodded simply, "So for me, killing a little girl when necessary will not cause any trouble at all. I have killed not many people, but no matter which time it is, there will be no fluctuations in my heart, there will be no pleasure or sadness."

"Maybe in your opinion, those people are worthy of death, but in fact, men, women, elderly, children, innocent or not, are no different from me. When I think it is necessary, when I kill them, I will not have a slight psychological burden or a slight touch."

"So... ahem..." Evanson snatched the bottle of wine in Melinda's hand and took a sip, but his face turned red all of a sudden. I'll go, dry red and water of life, what's your taste? No wonder you're drunk like this. "Ahem... so... ahem... if you want to listen to my life experience... ahem... I can't help."

"That way... you'll have a hard time." In Melinda's opinion, Evanson is a person with personality defects and has been living in loneliness.

"Nothing..." Evanson drank a large glass of ice water and rushed down the scorching feeling in his throat. "I don't care, what's the hard work."

"Maybe..." Melinda took the bottle back and showed a meaningful smile "But you are not completely useless..."

At the beginning, Evanson could not understand the profound meaning of this sentence. But when the celebration banquet ended and they returned to their respective rooms to rest, Evanson took the room card to open the door of her room, but Melinda happened to pass by behind her, and her room was opposite Evanson.

She didn't say anything, just looked back at Evanson, raised her hand and pulled the collar of her white shirt, shook the red wine bottle she had been holding, and then turned around and walked into her room, but the door just left a gap without being closed.

Well, this hint is obvious enough. After 0:5 seconds of ideological struggle, Evanson resolutely walked into his room... and took out the sign of non-disturbance and hung it on the door. Then, seeing that there were no people around, he walked into Melinda's room.

This should be a mistake in lifestyle, but Evanson later found out that this seemed to be the case, because he found that the role he played in the night should be similar to a ***.

There was no emotional communication at all. Melinda was just suddenly feeling psychological pressure and needed to vent in some special ways. This happened to be more pleasing to Evanson, so she... well, hehe.

Hum... I actually treated me as that kind of thing. Evanson understood that after he came here, he was very unhappy with this result. He used me to vent his pressure. Hum! I said... I said do you have any other pressure? I can help you vent it together. I have always worked hard for my friends!

This is how things look like, but after the next day, Evanson found that he couldn't leave!

Of course, this is not what Melinda pulled her away the next morning, saying that he was ruthless and wanted him to be responsible. In fact, after a night of tossing, Melinda is now lying on the bed and sleeping in the clay pot, and she has not woken up for a while.

Instead, a task has come. This task is not a request from Colson and his team, but is directly assigned by SHIELD.

The next day, Evanson got up and put on his clothes and poured a cup of coffee, and was savoring it there... Ah no, it was reflecting on the mistakes last night, but his cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up and looked at the phone number. It turned out to be a call from SHIELD headquarters, "I am Evanson Richter, may I ask?"

Evanson answered the phone suspiciously, but he didn't expect that the person who called this time was not Nick Fury. "I am Maria Hill. You need to receive a task here. Don't refuse. This special client designated you to do this task, and the memo left by the director is also written in the same way."

What's the situation? The customer specified that I would like to serve? Oh! What is a special customer? "I remember that our SHIELD is not a personal security company, so why do we still have customers?"

"Special Client No. 666." Hill said on the other end of the phone, "Although I don't know much about it, this should be the code name of an important person, not the employer's meaning. And this person said you owe him favors, and according to the director's memorandum, you are the first priority candidate for the task of having a connection with this person."

"Oh, I understand." Evanson instantly understood who this special customer No. 666 was. After all, he had obtained a lot of fake certificates from him, which was indeed considered as owing others, and this person's favor was not that good. "Where is it, what's the matter?"

"In the United States, you are doing this task with the Colson team."

"What?" Evanson was shocked. "You asked me to carry out the mission with them?"

"That's right." Hill said naturally. "The rules of SHIELD in group collaboration are just that you cooperate with this group many times and have a tacit understanding between each other."

Evanson really wanted to say at that time that there was only one group left in S.H.I.E.L.D.

“How much do you know about that client?”

"The special client lives in Los Angeles and opens a very famous bar. It looks quite charming, and the others... are gone."

"Hmm." It seems that Nick Fury did not tell Hill the real identity of that guy. "Then the task this time should not have been arranged by Director Fury."

"That's right." Hill admitted, "The director is a little busy now. I'll be in charge of the dispatch for the time being. Is there anything wrong with my arrangement?"

"Ah..." Evanson opened his mouth. There were too many things involved. It was obvious that Hill's level was not enough to know these. "It's nothing, I just think Director Fury would never arrange tasks related to that guy. And as a consultant, I don't agree with Colson and me to carry out this task together."

"..." Hill was silent on the other end of the phone, and said as if he had thought carefully. "The director has been very busy for a long time. He has not seen anyone for a long time. Recently, SHIELD's personnel have been a little nervous and there are no suitable agents to be sent there."

"And Colson and the others are just your cover. All they accept is an investigation task about special abilities. If your methods are more flexible, they will not be exposed to core tasks at all. Or if you want to perform it alone, you have to find a way to go from Norway to the United States and take care of your own transportation."

"Okay, no problem, teamwork, I obey the order." Evanson's attitude changed by 180 degrees almost in an instant.

After hanging up the phone, Evanson sat down beside the bed and pushed Melinda, who was sleeping soundly. The other party opened his blurred eyes, saw Evanson's face clearly, and then kicked him directly.

"Wow..." Fortunately, Evanson grabbed Melinda's kicking foot, blew a breath into the soles of his feet, and said, "This is not a good habit of getting up."

"Ha..." Melinda put her feet back with her strength and sat up from the bed with the quilt in her arms. Who am I, where am I? What happened? Damn it! Melinda slapped her head suddenly. She must have drunk it last night!

"What happened last night..." Melinda picked up her fluffy hair, feeling a little embarrassed, and wanted to find an excuse for what happened last night.

"Let's not talk about what happened last night, we have a task." Evanson stood up and hugged his hands and said, "The SHIELD headquarters specially assigned by the Colson team as a cover, and I will carry out a task specially."

"Since that's the case..." As soon as he heard that he had a task, Melinda immediately returned to normal. "Then according to the regulations you shouldn't tell me."

The hierarchical management system, since Colson's group is used as a cover, Melinda, who is a member of the group, should not know what the core task is.

"The mission is too special and has something to do with that guy. I hope you can help me stabilize Colson and the others and ensure that he is completely unaware of this mission. This is for his own good."

Melinda nodded, "Who is involved in this task?" Since she has special work to do, she must have a certain understanding of this task.
Chapter completed!