One Hundred and fifteen.hands-on

On a new day, the weather is a bit gloomy, and it seems that there will be a heavy rainstorm.

Ivy drove a Hennessy to the Daily Bugle, and had just sat in the newly renovated office when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The female secretary put an official letter in front of her: "President, just after going to work today, we received an official letter from the news department, asking you to come to them this morning for questioning and talking."

"Interrogation talk? Have we published anything out of the ordinary lately?"

The female secretary shook her head: "Not at all. Of course, if you have to say something out of line, the ex-president's youngest son's exposure to drugs and promiscuity may be counted, but our newspaper is not the only one reporting this matter."

"What about the other newspapers? Have they also received the official letter from the Ministry of Information?"

"Yes, I have already asked, and several major news outlets in New York have received it, so I don't think it is aimed at our Daily Bugle."

After the female secretary finished speaking, she laughed inwardly. If it was the former Daily Bugle, it would still be possible to be targeted, but now that the Daily Bugle belongs to the Wayne Group, a country with freedom of speech, who dares to put eye drops on herself.

Ivy thought about it, and thought that since everyone has to be questioned, there should be no problem. Those officials and lords are all big families. If such a scandal occurs, it should be suppressed and let the situation be dealt with coldly.

Thinking of this, Ivy temporarily calmed down: "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning, President."

"Okay, prepare the car!"

More than half an hour later, a red Dodge commercial parked in front of the office building of the News Department, the door opened, and Ivy walked up the steps with the female secretary.

The female secretary is still very familiar with the news department, so she took Ivy a few turns and entered the elevator.

"Strange, there are so few staff members in the News Department today, and there are still many new faces."

"Huh? Do you know everyone here?"

"I can't say I know all of them, but I still have half of them. However, those friends seem to be on vacation together, and I haven't seen any of them."

Ivy frowned when she heard the words, feeling a little wrong, but thinking about it, it is impossible for the Eye of the Sky, SHIELD and the military to attack her in government departments, let alone people from other newspapers, and the news department does not belong They care, maybe they worry too much.

A minute later, the elevator stopped on the 15th floor. As soon as the two walked out, they saw a young man in a black suit waiting outside.

He glanced at Ivy and stepped forward and said: "President Ivy Pepper of the Bugle Daily, please follow me, the people from the other newspapers have arrived, and you are the only one missing."

After talking about the black suit leading the way, the two followed to the end of the corridor.

"This is the conference room, please come in."

Ivy glanced at the other party, with a very normal and serious look, just like a newcomer who just joined the job, and she was cautious in doing things.

After Ivy pushed the door and entered, the female secretary also wanted to follow in, but the black suit directly stopped her: "Sorry miss, you can't attend the confidential meeting, but you can go down and rest first, I think this meeting will take a while. "

The meeting room is very large, and there is a long table in the center. A middle-aged man with a severely receding hairline is sitting at the head. Ivy glanced at it and felt even more suspicious.

Although she had never met the Minister of Culture himself, she had searched for the photos, and the man in front of her was obviously not.

In addition to the hairline man, there were three other men in suits with their backs facing her. Looking at their backs, they should be the bosses of three other newspapers.

"Ivy Pepper, what are you doing at the door, please sit down, I'm waiting for you alone."

The more Ivy thought about it, the more something was wrong, she smiled and said: "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom first, I think you don't mind."

As she said that, she was about to pull the doorknob, but just as she stretched out her hand, the door of the conference room was automatically closed.

The hairline man pointed to the place beside him: "Can we talk now?"

Ivy's arms stiffened and she retracted: "You are not the Minister of Information,

who are you? What are you going to do? "

As soon as Ivy finished speaking, the three men in suits with their backs to her turned around. They all had sharp eyes, and they were not easy to mess with at first sight. One of them was someone she knew, Phil Cole from S.H.I.E.L.D. Mori.

"You are from S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Ai Wei looked around as she spoke, but was surprised to find that there was not even a single pot of green plants in the entire conference room. At this moment, the memory in her mind was like a cutscene in a movie. Not even a single leaf was seen.

The hairline man got up slowly: "Let me introduce myself, I am John Garrett, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. You should know Coulson. The other two are Rumlow and Hawkeye, both are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents .”

Ivy glanced at the four people: "So, the official letter from the Ministry of Information is fake, and the staff in this building are also fake, the power of S.H.I.E.L.D. is really big, and other government departments were evacuated overnight. "

"Although it's a bit late, your observation skills are not bad, but now that you understand your situation, I advise you to go ahead and catch you. I can promise not to hurt you. After all, you don't have what we need on you." John Garrett threatened road.

"Of course, what you want is not me, but Jude's technology, but you can't deal with him, so you have to use me as a bargaining chip, right?"

John Garrett smiled, noncommittal.

"Hmph, hostage threats are only used by gangsters. I didn't expect the majestic S.H.I.E.L.D. to use them. It's really eye-opening."

Coulson was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but as an agent, he knew his mission well, and nothing was more important than obtaining armor technology.

Rumlow pushed aside the chair and stepped out, his fists clenched and crackling: "Girl, I know you are a superpower, controlling plants, sounds very powerful, but this place has been emptied long ago, you can't even I can't find a single leaf, if you don't want to suffer, just surrender!"

Coulson also persuaded: "Miss Ivy, this battle has no meaning, except to hurt you, give up."

Ivy glared at him coldly: "Put away that hypocritical mask of yours, I've also been on the streets, and your methods are useless to me."

Hawkeye was molded on his waist, and a small metal box was transformed into a compound bow. He said loudly: "Ivy Pepper, you have committed serious crimes such as robbery, theft, and murder, seriously endangering public safety, and as a superhuman , S.H.I.E.L.D. has the right to arrest you, for the last time, surrender immediately!"

"Go to hell!"

Ivy suddenly tore off the necklace around her neck and threw it to the ground. Inside the shell made of crystal, was wrapped a piece of Wenxin grass less than one centimeter long. Since the court of owls raided Wayne Manor, she specially I bought one to wear, no plants, I made it myself!