Phil Coulson got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. Wesley got into the passenger seat and began to adjust the gun in his hand. It was a sniper rifle, the first stun gun designed by Leo Fitz. Wesley liked this kind of gun, especially in the current situation of SHIELD. There was nothing more suitable than this kind of gun.
"Phil, this stun gun is very suitable for us to use now, especially internally. It's best to use it when we don't know whether it's friend or foe. We should support Fitz to continue his research, especially the pistol," Wesley said as he adjusted it.
"Yes, we should support him. When he finishes his research, I will submit it to the director. It can be used as one of the common equipment of SHIELD. Will you shoot directly later?" Phil Coulson drove the car very fast.
"No, I need to fight him and see how strong he is. If he loses control of his emotions, I will shoot him." After adjusting the gun, Wesley put it directly into his internal space.
"I heard that you obtained a space gem. I didn't expect it to be so convenient. I think I should give you some equipment to carry. This way, it will be much easier for us."
On the flight base, Fitz sat down after Wesley left. "I was scared to death. He gave me so much pressure!"
Simmons tilted his head and thought about it. "I don't feel any pressure, do I? It's you who's timid, right?"
"He's not looking at you. Of course, you don't feel any pressure. It's like I'm facing a mountain. He's a Knight, even more powerful than a Knight. He's a member of the Avengers. Have you seen his performance in the Battle of New York? Especially when he rushed straight to the space channel at the end. I couldn't breathe when I watched the live broadcast." Fitz looked at him with admiration. Simons finally understood why this guy was nervous.
The two of them drove to the factory. To be honest, Wesley welcomed it with both hands raised when it was smashed. What was the point of firing workers when they were injured? The contract that was originally signed was probably problematic. Such a boss could indeed make a fortune, but his character was needless to say.
The two of them waited at the door. Michael Peterson had neither a car nor a taxi and could only come here by bus, so they were a step ahead.
"Where do we do it later?" Phil Coulson asked.
"In there. Go to their monitoring room later and turn off all the surveillance."
"Okay." With that, Phil Coulson got out of the car and walked into the factory.
Wesley got out as well, leaned against the car and lit a cigarette, waiting idly for the man to arrive.
Michael Peterson was now at his wits' end. He had been fired after being injured, his wife had left, and he probably couldn't keep the house. He desperately needed a job now, and the person who helped him recover didn't want to expose his strength. So how was he going to live? He came to the factory door again, hoping that the supervisor would let him continue working. As long as he had a job, everything would be fine.
Wesley threw away his cigarette butt, kept his distance, and followed him in step by step. He showed his ID at the guardhouse without explaining why. The two of them walked in one after the other. Michael Peterson quickly found the supervisor and tried his best to plead with him, but it was useless. Anger instantly took over his rationality. He casually pushed the heavy box next to him and pushed it far away.
"Well, the power is indeed great. I don't even have that much power now." Wesley hid to the side and measured it, then walked out. "Michael Peterson." Wesley called the other person's name loudly, attracting his attention.
The man looked over and stared at Wesley in confusion. Wesley, dressed in a black suit, approached with a steady gait. "Who are you?"
Wesley took out his ID. "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. I have something to discuss with you."
Michael Peterson frowned. "Never heard of it. What happened here has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay away."
"I'm sorry, what happened here has a lot to do with us. I hope you can come with us." Wesley didn't stop until he was in front of the man.
Seeing Wesley boldly standing in front of him and about to take him away, Michael Peterson, who had lost his mind, pushed Wesley's chest with one hand. This guy obviously didn't know how to fight.
Wesley was prepared for this and knew that he was no match for him in his normal state. His heart was already beating fast, and the other party's movements were very slow in his eyes. Wesley now had some experience to summarize. It was difficult for ordinary enhancement to enhance speed. He did not understand this very well. Shouldn't strengthening the human body be comprehensive? Why was there usually only physical strength and strength?
With a snap, he grabbed the other man's wrist and twisted it. Wesley did not twist it, but he limited the other man's movements. The two of them instantly began to wrestle on the spot. If Wesley did not use his own ability, he would not be able to beat the other man, but now it was a draw. However, this was just strength.
After a little testing, Wesley no longer hesitated. He raised his foot and kicked out, hitting the other party in the stomach. With a solid kick, the dull and powerful sound echoed in the empty factory building. The factory director had long run away, and many workers were watching.
Michael Peterson was kicked several meters away, but he did not fall. He glared angrily at Wesley, then looked around. He pulled a metal can off the back of a forklift, then accelerated toward Wesley.
The sheer force of it scared all the workers, and they all backed up a lot. Wesley stared at the other man. When the metal can came down on his head, Wesley sidestepped it, then leaned forward, waved one arm, and punched him in the face.
Bang! The punch was so hard that it sounded like a muffled drum when it hit his face. Wesley did not stop attacking. He used his speed advantage to launch a series of attacks. He was unorthodox. His fists and feet came together, and the other party could only hold his head.
"Ah…" A series of attacks made Michael Peterson unusually crazy. He shouted and threw himself at Wesley, completely ignoring his defense. Wesley did not expect him to be like this. The two of them were so close that Wesley was caught in a hug, and his body felt like it was being held in a vice. Fortunately, he was fast enough not to let the other party put his hands behind his back and prop up his arms in advance. The two of them began to wrestle again.
"You better come with me. You are very unstable and may explode at any time. Only we can save you." The two of them faced each other. Although Wesley was a little disgusted, he still said it.
"No, I should have become a hero. They took everything from me. Now I have the ability to take back everything that belongs to me."