Because of Anthony's intervention, Dr. Lizard's plan failed, and New York once again survived the crisis safely.

It should be a gratifying thing, but neither the minister of the S.H.I.E.D., New York, nor his boss, one-eyed director, were happy at all, and were even quite depressed.

"Do you have nothing to say to me? Colson," said the one-eyed director in the video with his stagnant gaze at the love general in front of him.

He couldn't help but want to ask for an explanation. After all, the incident was indeed not beautiful. Although the incident was solved, they were not the protagonists who solved the incident. Although he caught several accomplices, the main culprit let it get into the sewer and escaped.

In other words, Colson himself is indeed highly valued by the One-Eyed Director. If it were an ordinary person, the One-Eyed Director would not even give the other party a chance to explain, and would directly send the other party to the Afghan branch.

"Director... Sorry," although Colson had a lot to say, but when he said something, he felt that he could not say anything. After all, even he was not satisfied with the result of the handling of this matter. How could his boss be satisfied?

After so many people went there, they basically made a fuss. Although some lizard men were caught, more of them died. So he really wanted to argue but had no way to argue.

The one-eyed director looked at Colson with a expressionless face, and finally said after a long time, "You know that I don't want to hear this, Colson! No matter how sorry you are in the past, it will be useless. What I want to know is your next plan.

After all, we cannot rely on that gang leader every time something happens. You must know that we are the people’s umbrellas!”

For the one-eyed director, whether Colson has gained something is secondary. What he was angry about was that the incident was solved by Anthony, a bastard from the gangster, which means that the matter has not been spread. If it is spread, he feels that he has no shame to see anyone.

"Yes, Director," Colson responded quickly, and then pondered for a moment before talking to the One-Eyed Director: "I plan to contact a group of local New York heroes to set up an emergency team specifically for troubles like this."

"Oh, superhero?" The one-eyed director raised his eyebrows when he heard this and said intriguedly: "What do you have specific ideas? Tell me."

Seeing that his immediate boss did not seem to dislike him for his whimsical thoughts, Colson quickly explained his thoughts in detail.

After listening to Coles's narrative, Director One-eyed one-eyed flashed, because the so-called plan in Colson's mouth was quite similar to his Avengers plan, and even except for his desire to target the New York area, the rest were almost a replica of his Avengers plan.

I am really the one I chose, and even my ideas are the same as myself.

"Then how do you coordinate the relationship between them? You must know that most of these superhero guys are very personalized, do their own thing, and want to get all these thorns together, but it's quite troublesome." The one-eyed director continued. This is actually a problem in his formation of the Avengers plan. He wanted to see how Colson handled this trouble.

"I plan to find a few superheroes with more casual personality to join first, and then slowly let others join and integrate into them." Colson asked in a deep voice. This was the best solution he could think of.

"What about the way you cooperate?" The One-eyed Director refused to reject Colson's answer and continued to ask the next question.

"We will not interfere with their actions directly," Colson said the draft that had been written long ago: "We just provide them with information and help them with relevant endings. They are affiliated with us. Of course, if necessary, we can also pay them part of their remuneration to solve their life troubles."

"I thought it carefully," said the one-eyed director nodded. "In principle, I agreed to your plan. Go and do it. I really want to see what changes the superhero group you formed can bring to New York."

"I understand, Director, I'll do it now."

Since his immediate boss recognized his plan, Colson directly raised the schedule of the plan to the top. At the same time, he also had his own plans for whom he recruited at the beginning.

In New York City, Forest Hill, Queens, on the side of Spider-Man Peter Parker's home, several men in black are knocking on his door.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" Spider-Man's aunt May Parker opened the door and asked carefully at the people in black suits and sunglasses in front of him.

"It's Mrs. Mayparke? I'm a government worker," the man in the black suit led by the head, with his sunglasses, revealing a kind face. It turned out that this was Colson and his group. He lit up the bi's ID in his hand, and Colson smiled and said, "I need to talk to Peter Parker, who missed you."

"Is it Peter who caused some trouble?" Mayparke was also a person who had seen the world, so he didn't have to take the other party's ID to know that the ID in the person in front of him was real. It was precisely because of this that she couldn't help but feel panic. The person who was bi came to him. Couldn't Peter have committed any crime, right?

"Well, please don't worry," Colson seemed to know the other party's concerns, so he quickly explained: "We have a case in our hands, and Mr. Parker may be an eyewitness, so we need to find out some things to him, not because he caused any trouble."

"That's good, come, please come in, I'll call him down." Mayparke then took off the door latch and officially opened the door, welcomed Colson and others in.

"No need to be so troublesome," Colson raised his hand to stop the other party and said, "I'll go up and find him directly. I want to talk to him alone."

"...I understand, then you can do whatever you want," Mayparke pondered for a moment, then made a gesture of invitation, and then started to make tea to entertain the other two people Coulson brought.

"May I ask this strange gentleman, is there anything you need to ask me for?" Spider-Man pretended to be stupid. Of course he knew the person in front of him, but that was known to Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. That's why he pretended to be stupid and pretended not to know the person in front of him.

"Mr. Peter was joking. Didn't we fight side by side not long ago? It's a bit stranger," Colson smiled.

Spider-Man couldn't help but feel sank in his heart, pondered for a moment, and continued to argue: "Sir, I don't understand what you are saying or fighting side by side? Apart from taking a bus to school, I haven't gone out for a long time."

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Peter, or Mr. Spider-Man," Colson smiled. "You should see that I have no malice, we are not enemies. Let me introduce myself, Phil Colson, Level 7 agent of the Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Service."

"I have no interest in your game, and I am not Spider-Man, I am just a student in school," Spider-Man looked at Kers in front of him deeply and continued to deny it.

Colson couldn't help but smile, then took out a few photos of Spider-Man changing clothes from his wallet and pushed it in front of him: "Mr. Peter, maybe you don't know much about the authority and ability of our bureau. Let's put it this way, as long as we want to investigate, there is nothing on this earth that can hide from us. So you keep it secret and deny it, and it doesn't make any sense."

Spider-Man looked at the photos in front of him and couldn't help but look down, looked up at Colson in front of him and said, "You investigate me!"

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Peter, we have no malicious intentions. These are some secret cameras that we have cleaned up for you. As long as you are careful in the future, no one will find your door through these," Colson said in a deep voice.

The little Spider no longer denied his identity and asked with a serious look on his face: "What are you asking me for?"

"Peter, you need a team to help you with these troubles," Colson clicked the photos, and then told the other party his plan with the solemn expression of Spider's face.

"In other words, you want me to serve you, right?" The little spider grasped the key point immediately.

"No," Coles shook his head quickly and said, "We are just a cooperative relationship. We find trouble, and you deal with trouble. We are using our authority to help you finish it and solve some small problems in your life. It's that simple."

"Sorry, please allow me to refuse," Although the conditions mentioned by Colson were very attractive, Spider refused. After all, he came out to be a chivalrous and righteous person. Once he joined this so-called unbinding organization, he would even be rewarded and would become a job. At that time, he would not be able to guarantee whether he could not forget his original intention: "I don't want to act with others, nor do I want to join a certain organization. And I don't think I need you to help me solve any trouble."

"Is this really the case?" Colson couldn't help but smile and looked up and down the room: "If I remember correctly, you should be a student now, right? At this stage, you do have a lot of free time, but what should you do once you enter society? The busy work will directly suppress you and cannot get rid of yourself, and all the things you are doing now cannot bring you any income. At that time, you will not even care about yourself. How can you help others?

And if I remember correctly, the New York police have your wanted orders now, so how can you solve this problem? Do you want to keep going with the police like this? Do you chase me?"

"I will solve this myself, so you don't have to worry about it," Spider-Man said in a deep voice.

Colson looked at the little spider's eyes and felt that the other party's will was difficult to change in a short time. So he pondered for a moment and then stood up, put a business card on the table, and moved it to Spider-Man with a finger: "Since that's the case, I won't disturb you, but the door on my side will be open for you at any time. This is my business card. If you need help or encounter any troubles that cannot be solved, you can call me, I'll be online 24 hours a day."

"Take your business card back," Spider-Man stood up and moved the business card to the other side: "There will not be any intersection between me and you. Even if there is really any trouble, I can solve it myself and I will not bother others."

"Don't say that people will change as if they are dead," Colson smiled and did not take back his business card. He turned around and walked outward, preparing to leave the room.
Chapter completed!