Chapter 256 Identity Exposed! Apartment Battle!

The room area of ​​the fat house is more than two hundred square meters.

Cartoon girly posters replaced the wallpaper and spread from the entrance porch to the living room.

Every cartoon girl smiled and stretched out her hands, giving people a weird feeling of being welcomed home by countless beautiful girls.

The layout of the living room is also very simple.

Opposite the soft lazy sofa is a 60-inch LCD TV connected to ps3 and xbox, and the bookshelves on the wall are full of game discs.

The agents entered the room and looked around, a strange smell entered their noses, and all of them, including Coulson, covered their mouths and noses.

The oily smell of unwashed hair, the sour smell of unwashed, smelly socks, the smell of Chinese takeaway, and even the smell of male hormones from the trash can.

Well, a standard dead fat house room.

Although the smell was not a biological weapon, the agents looked disgusted, as if they would have preferred the smell to be a gas bomb.

"Sit down, don't be nervous, let me ask a few simple questions."

A red-faced agent helped Alex to the sofa, and the rest of the agents tacitly went to check other rooms.

Alex glanced at the bald agent and the white suitcase in his hand.

What's in this box?

"Don't look, I'm going to ask a question, you must answer truthfully."

Alex came back to his senses and nodded hastily.

…………

Half an hour later, the inquiry was finally over.

It was said to be a few simple questions, but the agents asked endlessly.

He even asked how many points he scored in the exam, whether he was physically punished by the teacher, and what the pretty classmates in the class were called.

Alex got all the memories of Fat Mansion through meals.

As long as he wants, he can even tell the color of the underwear he has worn since he was a child.

But it was precisely because he couldn't do that that he was exhausted by the agents' questions.

What questions should be answered without thinking.

What question should be hesitated to answer with uncertainty.

What questions should absolutely not be answered.

The agent's inquiry seemed to be out of order, but in fact it was a hidden mystery.

Fortunately, Alex has certain anti-reconnaissance methods, and he performed perfectly from the beginning to the end, without showing any flaws.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The agent shakes his hand and exits the room into the hallway.

Coulson was lying on the guardrail looking at the scenery, and an agent was standing beside him reporting the situation.

"Sir, everything in the room has been checked, nothing is missing, there is no problem."

"Where's the computer?"

"There are traces of long-term use, and there is no abnormality in the preliminary inspection."

"Preliminary inspection?"

"Yes, it is not ruled out that he is a computer expert and deleted all the data. To completely eliminate the suspicion, the computer must be brought back to S.H.I.E.L.D. for inspection."

"Okay, I see. How about you?"

The agent said: "It's perfect, there are no flaws."

Coulson smiled: "That's a problem."

Alex is still inexperienced after all.

How could a fat man with a fat brain and a social phobia pass the S.H.I.E.L.D. test perfectly?

"There is another doubt." The agent added: "Staying close to him, I can always smell a faint smell of blood, which is most obvious when I speak. Of course, this is just my personal feeling .”

"These doubts are enough, get ready to do it!"

Coulson's case-handling mode was inherited from Nick Fury. He has a harmless face and is actually more ruthless than anyone else.

"clear!"

The agent took a tranquilizer gun from its holster, strode into the room, and fired three shots at Alex, who was drinking water.

Whoosh!

Alex didn't notice it, and the three anesthesia bombs pierced his body accurately.

He threw away the water glass, clutched his neck and stood up in panic: "Sir, who are you?"

The agent sneered, "Stop pretending, you have too many flaws."

Hearing this, Alex's face was full of surprise, and his brain was working rapidly.

flaw?

Is there a problem with my answer just now?

I think should not be.

Could it be that the FBI deliberately tested me?

Should I drop to the ground unconscious?

No, it can't be done, the risk is too great for me to take the risk.

Fight!

In an instant, Alex made up his mind.

He pretended to be paralyzed and staggered as he walked.

"This is an anesthetic bomb for animals, specially used to anesthetize lions and elephants."

Anesthesia bombs for animals?

Oh, I don't feel anything at all.

Alex showed disdain, and his body rushed out like a tiger and a leopard.

"shit!"

Before the last sound was uttered, the agent was grabbed by Alex's neck, and he pulled out his pistol and shot at the agents.

bang bang bang!

Alex is too fast to see, but Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is no fish on the chopping block.

The moment he ran away, the agent who sensed the danger immediately rushed to the bunker, and all the shots were missed.

And he was so focused on the other agents that he didn't notice that the one who was stuck by the neck hadn't lost his resistance yet.

The agent didn't snap Alex's fingers as hard as it would surely be futile.

He chose to reach into his pocket and pull out a dagger, then swung his backhand and severed Alex's wrist.

Stab it!

A sharp pain came.

Alex was a little confused.

When did the fbi's fighting power become so strong? It's completely different from what I remember!

At the moment when he was dazed, the agent fell to the ground, and the other agents took the opportunity to pull the trigger on him.

bang bang bang! ! !

There was a lot of gunfire in the apartment, and special bullets shot into Alex's body, splashing blood.

After a round of shooting, only half of the two hundred catties of fat was left, and there was a pool of blood on the floor like a slaughtered pig.

The agents changed the magazines and looked at the blood man in front of them warily.

"Humph……"

A disdainful nasal sound means the owner is still alive.

"Accurate marksmanship, good skill, quick response, you are definitely not the FBI!"

"We're S.H.I.E.L.D., you son of a bitch!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D...." Alex clenched his fists in disdain: "No matter which bureau you are in, pistols can't kill me."

"What about this one!"

Coulson appeared at the door, holding a hand-held laser cannon often seen in movies.

boom!

Before he could answer, Coulson pulled the trigger.

A burst of blue laser light shot out, instantly blasting Alex out of the wall and onto the street outside the apartment.

The thick wall collapsed in an instant, and Coulson was also frightened by the power of the laser cannon: "Hydra's weapon is really easy to use."

Alex fell from the roof and landed heavily on the cold road.

A large hole with a diameter of fifty centimeters was broken in his chest and abdomen. If the laser cannon was wider, it would have cut him in two.

With a thought, the flesh and blood all over his body began to squirm to repair the wound.

Fortunately, I got a lot of flesh and blood from eating out in the past few days, if I had just been shot like this when I woke up from the hospital.

He just gged it.