Just as he was about to leave the office and find a place to have dinner, a middle-aged man in a black suit, black sunglasses, and a severely receding hairline appeared in the office.
Although the man hadn't spoken yet, Russell knew his identity the moment he saw him.
Phil Coulson!
A Level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, the epitome of an American agent, a fervent fan of Captain America, and one of Director Nick Fury's most capable subordinates.
After arriving in this world, while Russell hadn't interacted with Coulson, that didn't mean he didn't know him.
In a way, he even knew Coulson's future.
"Mr. Bradley, hello! I am Phil Coulson, Director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch."
After entering the office, Coulson took off his sunglasses and said directly.
As he introduced himself, he extended his right hand towards Russell, looking as if he wanted to shake hands.
However, Russell had no intention of shaking Coulson's hand and instead looked at his left hand.
The severed hand trope is a traditional art form in the Marvel world.
Coulson was one of them.
"Something you need?"
Russell's gaze returned to Coulson's face, and he said casually.
Coulson smiled, withdrew his right hand, and slowly said, "May I sit down and talk?"
"Have a seat."
Although Coulson hadn't stated his purpose yet, Russell could roughly guess why he was here.
If there were no surprises, Coulson was also here because of the Symbiote Armor.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of black technology, they were equally interested in high-tech battle armor.
After sitting down, Coulson looked at Russell, who was sitting opposite him, and said kindly, "Yesterday, we observed a flying phenomenon and know that Mr. Bradley flew around the city a few times yesterday wearing a set of high-tech armor."
"Is it convenient to ask if that armor is the latest product from Stark Industries?"
Although both were interested in the Symbiote Armor, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s approach was completely different from Hydra's.
Bakshi, who represented Hydra, immediately wanted to study the armor as soon as he spoke.
And Coulson, who represented S.H.I.E.L.D., was more than a little indirect.
"I don't think I have an obligation to disclose that to you, do I?"
Russell countered.
Although Hydra was not a good organization, he didn't like S.H.I.E.L.D. either.
Leaving aside the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s head was a black man.
Just the face S.H.I.E.L.D. put on, saying "everything I do is to protect the world," was enough to make him dislike them.
That's right, S.H.I.E.L.D. was indeed a legitimate intelligence agency with an official background.
But that didn't mean Russell would have any good feelings towards them.
Legitimate was one thing, liking was another; they were two different matters.
"You certainly don't have such an obligation, I was just asking casually."
Coulson didn't mind Russell's attitude at all and said with a smile.
"Anything else? If not, I'm off work."
Russell said directly.
"We are very interested in that armor. If you are willing, we hope to buy your armor."
"If you don't want to sell the armor, we are also willing to acquire some related technical data."
Forcible seizure was never S.H.I.E.L.D.'s style.
For matters that could be resolved through legal means, they preferred to use legal means.
Of course, facing dangerous individuals and terrorist organizations was an exception.
"Whether it's the armor or the data, I have no intention of selling."
Russell refused without even thinking.
Selling the armor to S.H.I.E.L.D., unless his brain was waterlogged, he would never make such a crazy decision.
Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. was willing to exchange it for the Tesseract, he would absolutely not consider it.
Although the Tesseract was a good thing.
But if he wanted it, he would consider taking it directly, rather than trading the armor for it.
While stealing things from others was not something to be advocated, the Tesseract didn't originally belong to S.H.I.E.L.D. anyway.
S.H.I.E.L.D. also took it from Hydra.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. could take the Tesseract from Hydra, he could naturally take the Tesseract from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hands.
Don't forget, he was now a member of Hydra.
Although he had only joined Hydra for less than a day, that didn't matter.
It was perfectly reasonable to take back the Tesseract from S.H.I.E.L.D. for Hydra!
"It's alright, here's my business card. If you change your mind, you can contact me anytime."
With that, Coulson took out a business card from his jacket pocket and placed it on the table in front of Russell.
After placing the business card, Coulson stood up, nodded towards Russell, and left the office without looking back.
After Coulson left, Russell picked up the business card on the table and glanced at it.
Then, he directly threw it into the trash can.
Hell's Kitchen.
Happy Peacock Chinese Restaurant.
Russell sat in the restaurant, enjoying his dinner alone.
Diana was on a business trip, and there wasn't much to do at home.
Just as he was considering whether to go to the Continental Hotel to find some fun, perhaps talk about life with Perkins, he saw someone.
What was going on today?
Why were they all popping up one after another?
In the dim street corner opposite the restaurant, stood a man in a red tight-fitting suit.
Although the light was a bit dim, Russell recognized his identity the moment he saw the man.
This man was none other than Daredevil, Matt Murdock.
Kingpin had offered a ten-million-dollar bounty for Daredevil's true identity.
However, no one had claimed the bounty until now.
If Russell wanted to claim it, he could.
But he wasn't interested in Kingpin's bounty, nor was he interested in the feud between Kingpin and Daredevil.
As long as they didn't bother him, even if they turned Hell's Kitchen into a Syrian battlefield, he wouldn't be interested.
Seeing Daredevil standing in the dim street corner like a streetwalker, Russell turned his head to look around.
He wasn't alone?
Besides Daredevil, he saw three other people at other locations on the street.
A strong black man wearing a hoodie.
A man in a green suit with a yellow cowl.
A black-haired woman wearing jeans and a black leather jacket.
What was this?
A team activity?
Except for the man in the green suit, the black man and the black-haired woman didn't look out of place; their clothing was very normal.
But upon seeing them, Russell immediately guessed their identities.
Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones!
These three, plus Daredevil, were the current full members of the superhero team, the Defenders.
Although the Defenders were often active in Hell's Kitchen, Russell didn't think they were here by chance now.
Judging by their positions, this looked very much like a round up .
As for the target of the roundup, it was naturally him, sitting in the restaurant slurping his third bowl of beef noodles.