"He—how did he get in front of me?"
Skye looked up in horror, staring incredulously at the mysterious man before her.
Just now, she had personally witnessed the woman who left and this man jump down from the rooftop one after the other.
She originally thought they would surely die.
But—the man who jumped down later landed first and caught the woman who jumped down before him!
This is not normal!
This is very abnormal!
How can someone jump down from such a high place and be completely fine?
Also, he was clearly behind her one second, but suddenly appeared in front of her the next.
He was as strange as a Phantom, making her feel incredibly unbelievable.
"This is bad."
Skye noticed that the other person was looking her over playfully, his eyes filled with that kind of pleasant surprise and astonishment, which immediately gave her a bad feeling!
"Help—help—someone help me, help—" Skye shrieked hysterically, hoping someone would hear and help her.
Samuel looked at her 'performance' with a strange expression.
An orphan, a young and beautiful girl, drifting on the streets; only by being constantly cautious and alert can she protect herself.
But—I haven't done anything, haven't said anything, and you're acting like I'm going to silence you, like I'm going to execute you on the spot. Isn't that a bit much?
Besides, what's the use of you shouting for help? Although people do pass through these alleys between buildings and might hear your shouts, few people will meddle.
It's not that people are cold-blooded and heartless, but that they don't want to get involved themselves. Who knows if the bad guy has a gun or if they'll shoot?
Do you think the saying about bringing small change when you go out is a joke?
At a critical moment, relying on others to save you? Relying on the bad guy to be merciful and let you go?
What are you thinking?
You should run!
Run out, survive, and you've gained.
If you can't run out, the worst outcome is the same as staying.
You can't even choose this?
"Stop shouting, no one will come to help you. Calm down, let's chat?" Samuel voluntarily stepped back, signaling her to get up first.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot!" A strong, clear voice unexpectedly sounded from behind Samuel.
...
Is the slap coming this fast?
Watching the overjoyed Skye get up and walk around him, thanking the person who helped her loudly with the relief of someone who had escaped death, Samuel turned speechlessly to look at the armed 'justice bringer'.
Isn't this Maria Hill, Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., Level 9 Agent, Director Fury's right-hand woman!
Samuel really didn't expect the unexpected interloper to be her.
"You go, I'll handle this here." Maria Hill stared intently at Samuel, signaling Skye to leave quickly.
"I—I'll go find the Police." Skye was quite loyal.
Maria Hill said in a deep voice, "I am the Police."
"But—"
"You leave quickly."
"Okay, thank you for saving me. You, you be careful, he—he's very dangerous."
Skye glanced at Samuel, who didn't show any panic, and gave a pointed reminder before turning and running away quickly.
Maria Hill did not lower her gun, nor did she relax her guard.
It seems her appearance wasn't entirely a coincidence. This level of caution and alertness is not at all like how a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent should react to handling such a minor case!
"Samuel, Boss of Na Du Tong Express Logistics Company New York Branch, is that you?" Maria Hill asked in a deep voice.
"It's me."
Maria Hill held her gun in one hand and took out an ID with the other: "FBI, come with me."
Do you think I don't know S.H.I.E.L.D.'s standard operating procedure for missions?
How many times has the FBI been the scapegoat over the years!
"Maria Hill, Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., is that you?"
You know who I am? What a coincidence, I know who you are too!
"You probably haven't abbreviated it to S.H.I.E.L.D. yet, so it should be Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, right?"
Maria Hill frowned, staring at Samuel, the wariness in her eyes deepening.
He even knows her identity. It seems the investigation into him wasn't careful or thorough enough!
"I'm very curious why you would investigate me?" Samuel recalled his actions; he shouldn't have done anything worth Commander Maria Hill's personal attention.
"I'm also very curious why you know about Strategic Homeland Intervention—S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Maria Hill felt that the abbreviation S.H.I.E.L.D. was indeed good and worth promoting.
"How about we find a quiet place to chat slowly?"
"Alright, my office is nearby. I have both tea and coffee there, and they taste good."
"That's too much trouble, let's make it simple."
Samuel waved his hand lightly, and a rhombic mirror suddenly appeared beside him, rippling in layers, quite astonishing.
He glanced at the stunned Maria Hill, then walked straight towards the mirror, entering it and disappearing.
"This—this—" Maria Hill blinked hard, walked towards the mirror, and tentatively reached out her hand.
Her palm entered and disappeared.
Maria Hill forced herself to calm down, took a deep breath, and was about to pull her hand back to make some preparations when her wrist was grabbed from the other side, and she was directly pulled in.