Chapter 2161

"Find Frank?" Hearing Skye's speech, Coulson's face suddenly collapsed, and a wry smile emerged immediately. "It's not that simple. I'm afraid that kid already hates us now."

"What you need to consider at this time should not be his personal emotions. You should consider the safety of those ordinary people. Don't forget, you are the only one who can help them at this time. If even you are doing nothing at this time If not, then they can only wait to die!"

Skye has confidence in Coulson as always, but unfortunately, facing such a situation, even Coulson himself doesn't know where to get this confidence.

He is already powerless, because with their betrayal of their past career and the death of Nick Fury, even the people under their hands have shown a trend of falling trees and scatter.

At this moment, he can be said to be a polished commander. Apart from a few old subordinates, he doesn't even have other people to mobilize. And expecting two or three kittens and puppies to solve this potential national crisis is really a bit too high for him.

Of course, he is not going to let Skye know about these difficulties, because in his opinion, this is not something that Skye needs to worry about. Not to mention whether Skye has the ability to provide the necessary help, just whether she should appear in it is a question that Coulson needs to consider.

Although he has always been a good guy, that doesn't mean Coulson doesn't have his own opinions. And in his opinion, everything that happened today is actually nothing more than the bitter fruit of all of them who took the blame for themselves.

It was their compromise with the power of capital that led to a complete break with the Stark family. And it's also because those stupid civilians spread their grievances on them at will, which gave those guys under the banner of restoration an opportunity to take advantage of.

Everything has a reason. In this series of causes and effects, everyone must pay the price for the mistakes they made. And this price is what they are facing now, but they turn a blind eye to it.

It is conceivable that when all this surfaced, it must be a landslide and tsunami-like scene. But even so, what can they do? No one wants to listen to them, no one even wants to help them except Skye. Everyone, almost everyone, is so immersed in such an illusion of peace and prosperity for the country and the people. And since they are so content with the status quo, it is only natural for them to drown in the flood when it comes.

Coulson didn't plan to do more, he just wanted to do his part and do his best to obey the destiny. This can be said to be a kind of disheartened performance. Indeed, with Stark's death, the disintegration of their careers, and the fact that his old boss led them into a dead end, he was already confused about the way forward and completely lost his fighting spirit.

He doesn't care that he is accompanied by the current corrupt government, because this itself is also within the scope of what he thinks is self-inflicted. He just didn't want to involve Skye, who had never done anything wrong to pay the price along with them. So he shook his head decisively, and said so to Skye.

"I understand, Skye. But that's not your concern. It's not your place to meddle in it, and Osborne shouldn't be in this kind of place. So leave the rest to me, and I'll take care of it." All of this."

"Phil, what are you going to do?"

Almost instinctively felt that something was wrong, but in the end I didn't know what was wrong. Skye could only open his mouth, and questioned him with a suspicious expression.

At this, Coulson just shook his head.

"Trust me, I'll handle it. I've always been good at things like this, haven't I?"

It is true that he is good at dealing with such problems, and this kind of past experience has indeed given Skye a wrong signal. She didn't pursue it any further, only thinking that it was Coulson who had his own ideas. And at this moment, she, who was a little worried, could only say this to him.

"Okay, Coulson. But don't forget, I will support you as always. No matter what trouble you have, please contact me as soon as possible, OK?"

"Of course, I'm not that kind of pedantic guy. If there is something that needs Osborn's help, I will naturally not be polite... That's it, Daisy. Thank you for your support, I should start to act Already!"

He unilaterally hung up the communication, then sat down on his office chair with a sigh. The data in front of him showed a shocking number. And facing this kind of answer that almost made people feel hopeless, he really felt powerless in his heart.

Hundreds of thousands of patients have suddenly increased, although the possibility of influenza is not ruled out. But according to the mathematical model designed by the two smartest brains under his command, the number of real infected people is very likely to be close to 17%.

Seventeen percent...in just two days. It is completely unimaginable what kind of nightmare it will be when this virus that has evolved into an incubation period actually breaks out. What made him even more unimaginable was that when faced with such a terrifying situation, the high-level officials of the government were still obsessed with their power games, and they still couldn't come up with a way to deal with it. What would happen? of a scene.

The end of America? It sounds like a great irony. The United States, which persisted in the face of the aliens, the invasion of hell, and the shadow of destroying the world, will be destroyed in the hands of its own people. That's really the greatest irony that can be given to it, to all the people who have fought and fought for this country.

But even so, what could he do? At best, when this country is destroyed, there will be one more person who is willing to die for it.

Having made a choice for his own destiny in his heart, Coulson hastily signed a few documents that he had already prepared, then stood up and walked to a pair of floor-to-ceiling mirrors that looked very dignified.

In the mirror, he looked older than he was back then. Whether it's the hairline that has receded to the edge of the Mediterranean Sea or the deeper wrinkles around the eyes, it has proved how much he has suffered in these difficult years.

At a certain moment, he can indeed proudly claim that he has a clear conscience.

At that time, he participated in what he considered to be the greatest cause in the world, and this cause is completely worthy of praise and even remembered by history. At that time, he could hold his chest up high, face anyone with the greatest confidence, declare his name to others, and even take the trouble to praise his career.

But now...he can only straighten his body as much as possible, lift his head up, so that he doesn't look so stooped and humble.

"This is really a wrong choice..."

He muttered to himself, the wry smile on his face seemed to have been engraved there. But he still pulled himself together, and stretched out his palm, pressing it tightly on the mirror surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

A palm scan is followed by a pupil scan, followed by a contrasting sound. After a series of complicated procedures, the entire mirror was completely renewed, as if it had turned into a huge electronic screen.

Numerous documents, materials, and those unspeakable secrets are hidden in it, and this is the backup of all intelligence data from the SHIELD era until today.

After all, Nick Fury is a habitually cunning person. Even if he didn't expect that he would die like this in a foreign country, at the hands of a group of ancient people. However, he himself is guarding against those capitalist forces, and at the same time trying to increase his power in the restoration government, it is impossible for him not to make arrangements and preparations for his death.

Similarly, it was also because few people could trust him in the current situation. Therefore, entrusting everything to Coulson's hands became his only choice.

His original thought was that if something happened that prevented him from coming back, then Coulson, who has such a huge amount of information and intelligence, would not be able to use this to eradicate dissidents, so as to control the restoration of the government. . So at the very least, it is acceptable to use this as a bargaining chip to get enough capital from those capitalist politicians so that S.H.I.E.L.D. can reappear in the world under another name.

They need to keep a private plot in the current government, not only because they need a place to breathe and lick their wounds, but more because they need such a place to cultivate their own Strength, in anticipation of recovery in the future.

Compromising with capital has never been their original wish. If it weren't for the fact that the current situation at that time was too bad and almost all the situations were not good for them, it would be impossible for them to compromise with the capital forces. And even if they compromised, they were essentially unwilling to give up their hard work over the years.

For people like them, they clearly know what is right, but in the end they can only give up and have sex with the wrong ones. This is undoubtedly a kind of inner torture. Of course, they didn't give up at that time, because they felt there was still hope. But looking back now, is there hope?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Coulson forced himself not to think about this question any more. After he hesitated for a moment, he decisively gave the command to delete the files in front of him.

Admittedly, this behavior is a very wasteful one. You know, this is the common achievement of several generations of American agents since the information age. Once upon a time, in order to obtain this information and intelligence, countless people devoted their efforts, and even paid the price of blood and lives. And the value of this is so great that even if only a tenth of it is leaked out, it is enough to easily subvert a small country.

Coulson knew the value of it all too well, but because he knew the value of it, he was even more worried that these things would fall into the hands of those despicable guys, and then become their chips for squandering.

This is not impossible, on the contrary, it will almost become an inevitable fact. When the national power of the United States cannot guarantee the interests of these capitalists, it is completely natural for them to find ways to sell their own country to obtain greater benefits for themselves, just like the Soviet Union back then.

He couldn't allow this to happen, but he couldn't stop it either. Alone and alone, and he has been reduced to the current situation, the only thing he can do is to destroy these treasures, so that their long-term efforts will not be used by those people, and even if they turn into flying Ash will never become a weapon to divide this country.

Of course, there may be a better way, but he is no longer willing to think about it. He was tired, the exhausted kind. He just wants to finish what he can do now, and then quietly arrange a home for himself.

This is his only thought now, and under the urging of this thought, he straightened his clothes, and then made a sound in front of the mirror in front of him.

"Jarvis, I think I need to talk to you!"

There was no response for a long time, making him look like a fool. But he still stood there straight, facing the mirror with his usual smile. And just after a long silence, Jarvis' voice came from the mirror.

"I don't understand, Mr. Coulson, how did you guess that?"

"It's not a guess. It's just because I know Mr. Stark too well. Don't forget, he has a habit of stealing information, and as a product of his design, I find it hard to believe that he didn't leave any information in this mirror. What to do next. It is obvious and easy to see, and I was hit by it again, isn't it?"

"You have always been very wise, Mr. Coulson." After a simple compliment, Jarvis said to Coulson in a flat but distant tone. "Then, I can simply ask, is there anything you want from me?"

"I need your help, Jarvis. I need you to make me an appointment with Frank!"

There was another awkward silence, and after a little anxious waiting, Coulson heard Jarvis' mocking words.

"What makes you think that I will agree to your unreasonable request? Do you still think that the relationship between us is still the same as before?"

"No, of course I know. I don't expect forgiveness."

Coulson was naturally embarrassed to be asked such a sharp question by an intelligent life. But he still struggled to maintain a smile, and at the same time replied to Jarvis.

"But you should be clear about what I'm looking for him for. It's not for me personally or the government of this country, but for the real innocents, hundreds of millions of ordinary people. I Please, Jarvis, help me. That's all I ask!"