Meanwhile, in the S.H.I.E.L.D. strategy meeting room.
"Hey, Clinton! Do you know what happened? To interrupt our mission so urgently and call us back?"
A beautiful figure with wine-red hair turned to the person beside her and asked.
"I also..."
Click!
"Alright, everyone's here. Coulson, begin." Nick Fury interrupted them and walked to the center.
Receiving the instruction, Coulson walked to the projector.
The first thing that appeared on the large screen was a photo of a sunny and handsome young man.
Then, two photos of middle-aged men who had started to gain weight were displayed.
"Watson Dialant, male, 21 years old. High school graduate, did not attend university. No criminal or adverse records. His parents were ordinary people who died in a car accident when Watson Dialant was 5 years old. He later lived with his uncle, Belen Rocco. The two run a car repair shop called 'The Roaring Home'."
"I like that name~"
"Agent Barton, pay attention!"
"Sorry, sir."
Coulson paused, then displayed the files with photos of Belen Rocco and Kane Poke: "Rocco Belen, 49 years old, joined the Delta Force in 1985. In 1987, he served as the number one assault man in the Eighth Squad of the First Company. In 1990, he was injured during a mission in Africa and received two third-class merits.
Poke Kane, 48 years old, joined the Delta Force in 1986. In 1988, he served as the number two assault man in the Eighth Squad of the First Company. He received one third-class merit. Similarly, he was injured in that mission. After their recovery, both applied for retirement. The year after their retirement, they opened two shops at the intersection of Hell's Kitchen and Manhattan: one was a gun shop called 'Man's Romance', and the other was a car repair shop called 'The Roaring Home'." Coulson, having paused, began to speak about the most important part.
"About 5 days ago, Rocco Belen and his nephew, Watson Dialant, were involved in a car accident. Rocco Belen died from his injuries, and Watson Dialant was discharged from the hospital 4 days later. And just last night, a gang shootout occurred at the intersection of Manhattan and Hell's Kitchen. We first detected a lower energy signature, then monitored the area, and then discovered these."
Then, a series of images were displayed on the large screen: Kuilong fighting Black Snake and Silver Snake, the Great Jagras eating Black Snake and Silver Snake, the appearance of the second Great Jagras, and Watson pouring some kind of potion down Kuilong's throat.
The agents looked at the giant monsters in the pictures, feeling a chill.
At this moment, Nick Fury began to speak to the senior agents: "After before-and-after comparisons by the technical department, the various physical characteristics of these two monsters are almost identical. I suspect this is a new type of biological weapon, and there's a possibility of mass production! This boy's information is simply a pile of dog shit for the current situation!
Also! The substance he made this person, nicknamed Kuilong, drink has significant medicinal effects! Now, temporarily put down your missions. This monster boy is up to you. I want to know his true identity and real information!"
"Yes, sir!"
--- The busy dividing line of the agents --- Morning, 8 o'clock.
"Ugh! Hah~ That was a good sleep~" He stretched lazily, causing crisp crackling sounds all over his body like small firecrackers.
Watson pulled open the curtains, letting the morning sun shine on his well-built muscles.
He looked back at his big bed, hmm... it seems what's missing is a mistress for this house~
But then he thought of the two big holes downstairs and couldn't help but feel a headache --- no one would want to be the mistress of a house like this, right?
Phew! No more thinking, time for the most important thing today!
Brush teeth! Wash face! Shower! Worship the Three Pure Ones!
System,
I want to draw a prize!
Ding! Please select the type of draw!
- General Equipment!
Ding! General Equipment draw begins!
It was still the familiar big spinning wheel, but the items on it had changed from a pile of materials to exciting things!
Fulgur Anjanath Fang I!! Great Jagras Blade I!!
And various Low-Rank armor sets! Of course, the majority of the space was occupied by low-level weapons and armor sets.
System, why are they all weapons up to R4 and Low-Rank equipment?
Ding! Please upgrade as soon as possible, Host, to resolve this issue!
Tch, trash system!
As the white light swirled!
Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Low-Rank Rathalos Set!
Watson looked at the five clusters of white light appearing before him, his heart almost unable to contain his excitement!
Hahahaha! Thank the Three Pure Ones! The Rathalos Set is already very satisfying for now!
Fire Resistance! Fire Attack Boost! Attack Boost! These are all very practical skills!
Most importantly, it's cool!
Ding! Rathalos Set Skill, Rathalos Power, has been activated!
Ding! Rathalos Power has been adjusted to: When attacking, there is a chance to greatly increase the elemental damage of the next attack!
There's also Rathalos Power?! And as a skill in reality, it's adjusted to be more practical?! My strength has skyrocketed!
System, I've decided I'll never call you a trash system again!
Looking back at the clock, Watson couldn't help but wonder, given S.H.I.E.L.D.'s usual behavior, they'd probably be knocking on his door today, right?
But... what if they don't come today?
System, can the time for blocking death's gaze be extended?
System: No!
Alright then, I guess it's up to luck. Watson, no longer thinking about these things, walked downstairs and started to worry about the two big holes ==
"Clinton, we're friends, right? Can I discuss something with you?"
"What?" Hawkeye, sitting in the passenger seat, asked his old friend with confusion.
"If the target lets his pet eat me, I hope you can give this to her~" As he spoke, Coulson pulled out a beautiful pearl necklace from his chest.
Clinton sighed helplessly: "It's not that cello girlfriend of yours again, is it? Don't even think about it!"
"Clinton, I'm serious!"
"If you want to give it, go give it yourself! Besides, I won't let that happen!"
Upon reaching the destination, Coulson stood not far from Watson's house, took a deep breath, and said into his comms: "Clinton, you must protect me."
"Don't worry! If he makes the slightest move, I'll subdue him immediately!"
Just as Watson was rummaging for tools to begin repairs.
Ding! Please note! A large number of personnel have entered the vicinity of the Host's current stronghold (house).
Watson looked at his home surrounded by a circle of small green dots on the mini-map, put down the tools in his hand, and chuckled. They finally came.
But... why are there also a few small red dots?!
Knock knock knock~
Hearing the knock, Watson walked out from the back room and saw a man with a receding hairline.
Standing outside the sealed security door, knocking ---