The two people, each with their own secrets, began to discuss the S.H.I.E.L.D Parasite Plan.
At this moment, the HYDRA agents in S.H.I.E.L.D do not know that they are going to have three jobs at the same time.
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[P.O.V Johnson]
My name is Johnson, S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA dual agent, but this title is not accurate, because just one day ago, I was officially asked to become the undercover agent in a new organization called the Foundation.
Today my bald boss called us urgently.
[A/N: Poor Coulson]
It is said that we are going to investigate an anomalous event involving the supernatural.
To be honest, I am very interested in this thing.
Because I've been with S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA for almost 10 years and haven't dealt with any kind of supernatural enemy.
As someone who likes a challenge, I liked this mission very much but when I got the information about the operation from the Boss, I instantly lost interest in this operation.
A mysterious being who likes to twist neck from behind? Shouldn't this kind of stuff be handed over to the police?
Isn't this just a perverted murderer, someone who doesn't like to use guns?
Even capturing this kind of guy requires the help of S.H.I.E.L.D/HYDRA agents?
Thinking of this, my evaluation of the foundation dropped a few more points.
What a great organization that guards the front line of mankind, it is simply a joke and it even robs the police of the job.
"Tch! Despicable!"
We at S.H.I.E.L.D at least know not to rob the cops of their jobs.
Just like that, I was taken to Hell's Kitchen by my superior.
It's a very chaotic place. In the report it was said to be the slums of New York, where the murder happened.
We were ordered by our bald boss to spread out and look for any anomalous things.
After searching for a long time, my partner and I came to the bottom of a deserted building, which is an old abandoned Warehouse.
[P.O.V. over]
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"This is a utility room? The dust is almost three feet thick in this Fu*king place. There shouldn't be anyone here,right?" Johnson, who came to an underground Warehouse with his companion, looked at the dusty Warehouse with disgust.
Listening to Johnson's complaint, Mike comforted: "Be serious, the boss said that the thing is in this area. This place is so remote and so dark, maybe it's really hidden here."
"Huh? What an ugly statue?"
Just then, Mike flashed a humanoid statue with a flashlight.
"It is an ugly sculpture made of concrete and steel with traces of spray paint. It would look many times better if it was burned in ashes."
"No wonder it's at the very bottom. Who can appreciate this ugly thing?" Mike kicked the sculpture in front of him in disgust.
Johnson, outside the Warehouse, urged impatiently: "Mike! Okay, okay, okay, let's go to the next place!"
After hearing his companion's call, Mike turned his head and was about to respond but as soon as he turned he felt a sudden coldness at his back.
That is the instinctive reaction of the body in the face of danger. As a top agent trained by the SHIELD Agent Academy, Mike has trained this instinct to the extent that he can predict the danger.
This is also the reason why he has been able to survive various dangerous missions over the years.
Mike, whose body was a little stiff, quickly took out his pistol and looked around vigilantly.
"Huh? What the hell!"
Looking at the sculpture that seemed to be getting closer to him, Mike frowned.
He doesn't know if it was an illusion, but he found that the sculpture seemed to be a bit closer to him.
The cautious Mike tapped the statue in front of him lightly.
After the statue made a sound of "dong dong dong" and Mike let down his guard.
"It is indeed a statue, not a human disguise. It seems that I was worried for nothing." Mike shook his head and turned to leave.
"click~"
Suddenly the crisp sound of bone fracture sounded and Mike, who felt a pain in his neck, turned around in horror. Now, before dying, he tried looking at the murderer who killed him and he saw the Sculpture standing in front of him.
There was horror in Mike's eyes seeing the statue so close.
How can that be? It's just a statue of pure cement...
"Carving…..carving..." Mike, who realized that he was about to die, wanted to pass on this terrifying and incredible information but unfortunately, his neck has been broken, and he couldn't even say two complete words.
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[Outside the warehouse]
Hearing the voice from the contactor, Johnson's expression changed.
Judging from the crisp bone friction and the last difficult words of his comrade-in-arms.
Johnson realized something was wrong with Mike.
The cautious Johnson didn't rush in directly. As an agent, staying calm in the face of danger is a compulsory course.
He immediately decided to report the matter to his superior.
"Report sir, we were attacked in No.173 underground warehouse."
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Phil , who was searching with people, immediately shouted after hearing the report of his subordinates "Stand where you are, don't take any action, I will bring people there!"
After he finished speaking, Phil loudly ordered again on the communication channel: "173 Underground Warehouse, everyone gather there."
The agents soon gathered in front of the 173 underground warehouse.
"Report sir! When we started searching around, we had 14 people, but only 10 are here now."
"Why are there 4 people missing?" Phil frowned.
Johnson replied: "Peik and the others didn't come. They seem to have gone to the street to search. Mike must have had an accident, so I called for help."
Just as Phil was about to ask something, a panting voice came from the communicator.
"Sir! We're in Alley 96, and we're under attack by a monster here!"
"it..."
"what!"
The screams gradually ceased, and Phil looked at the agents in front of him with a pale face as he listened to the bursts of busy sounds coming from the contactor.