Chapter 706: The Benefits of Being Organized, Skilled in Collecting Money (1/2)

Chapter 706 The benefits of being organized, skilled in collecting money

After watching Jessica and the other two leave, Aaron casually picked up his phone and found Coulson's number in the address book.

"Hello, Coulson?"

"Aaron?" Cole asked excitedly, "Did the orders for this month finish ahead of schedule?"

"What are you thinking about?" Aaron rolled his eyes unhappily, "It takes time to make medicine, and there are many orders from SHIELD. I'm almost counting the samples in the store."

"Who made your medicine so useful!" Coulson's voice was a little relieved, "If the agents on the field are unlucky, they will get injured, or even lose their arms and legs.

Your bone regeneration spirit can regenerate bones, which in a sense saves an agent's career.

There are also quite a few agents who will suffer psychological trauma during their missions. Tranquilizers, relievers, and euphoria drugs are very helpful to them. Continuous use can help them get out of psychological shadows.

As soon as these three drugs are delivered, SHIELD's psychologists will rush to grab them, The research department couldn't get them.

Thanks to these drugs, 10% of the agents with psychological problems were cured and returned to front-line positions from civilian positions.

The most outrageous one is the universal potion, which enhances vitality, removes toxins, and heals wounds. The success rate of field missions has directly increased by 20%, and the casualty rate has also decreased by 10%.

The importance of these drugs to SHIELD is self-evident, but the price is a little expensive. "

"I am very conscientious not to raise the price. Compared with surgery and hospitalization, my drugs are much more cost-effective.

Besides, the raw materials of those drugs are very expensive, plus the labor costs, I also need to eat."

"Uh... The R&D department has tested it many times. Most of the raw materials of these drugs can be bought on the market. They are not expensive. Only a very small part..."

"The expensive ones are those very small parts." Aaron said confidently.

Coulson was choked and speechless.

That is, the very small part that the R&D department has never figured out, and Aaron's words are what they are.

"If you are short of money, you can sell the formula to SHIELD." Coulson suggested, "One hundred million dollars for one formula."

"Agent Coulson, do you think I am stupid?" Aaron scolded angrily, "I still understand the principle that scarcity makes things valuable. I know how to choose between a full meal and a full meal.

Don't think I am young and easy to cheat. One hundred million? How about sending beggars?

I will sell it directly to Tony, and he will offer ten times or even a hundred times the price."

Coulson smiled embarrassedly, "As long as you are willing to sell, the price can be negotiated."

"Forget it!" Aaron teased, "I am afraid that as soon as I sell the formula, SHIELD will set up a department to sell special medicines.

Nick Fury will probably increase the price of these medicines tenfold and sell them to other government departments, on the one hand to recover funds, and on the other hand to sell them favors."

"You really know the director well." Coulson sneered, "But the understanding is not comprehensive. It is certain that it will be sold to other departments, but the price will be relatively low. I estimate that three to five times is about the same.

But he will also sell drugs to those politicians. The rich and powerful senior officials also need these drugs. Their friendship is more important to SHIELD than money.

No, it should be said that it is as important as money. Director Fury actually disdains these people. "

"I really should consider raising the price."

"It's a pity that you have already signed the contract.

But you can work harder and complete more orders. "

"You wish, I am not a drug seller."

"I think you should consider this suggestion carefully." Coulson said seriously, "Because of the drugs you provided, the director has upgraded your authorization to level seven.

In less than half a year, the rank was promoted by one level, and there are not many in the entire SHIELD who have not participated in any field work.

As long as you can ensure that the orders are completed on time, you can even be promoted to another level within a year. This is also unique. "

"Tsk! Don't talk about how great the eighth-level agent is. I don't want it. "

Colson:......

I am an eighth-level agent. It's really heartbreaking to say this.

"I want to say that the director still values ​​you very much."

"Haha! So funny.

Agent Coulson, if I'm not mistaken, you are also valued by the director.

But... the four words "the more capable, the more work" are fully reflected in you.

Others get promotions and salary increases, what about you? Promotion and overtime?"

Hearing this, Coulson's mouth twitched slightly, wanting to refute, but speechless.

Why his hairline is higher than others, others don't know, how can he not know?

A brick of SHIELD, moved wherever needed, that's him.

"Let's not talk about this. What's the matter with you calling me?"

"I may have to kill someone these days..."

"What?" Coulson interrupted hurriedly, "You mean killing? What kind of person?"

"Haha, I thought you would stop me at the first time?"

"To be honest, you are calmer and more disciplined than anyone else." Coulson laughed, "I believe you won't kill innocent people indiscriminately. The person who makes you want to kill is probably not a good person."

"He is indeed a scumbag."

"But SHIELD usually doesn't care about this kind of thing. We have our own mission.

Whether that person is a scumbag or not should be decided by the police or the FBI. The trial is also the job of the court, so there is no need for you to meddle. "

"I don't want to care, but the problem is that he is not an ordinary person."

"Now that you tell me, I'm interested. Can super powers commit crimes?"

"This man's name is Kilgrave, and his ability is to control the will of others at will.

As long as he speaks, others must act according to his will, even if it means committing suicide without hesitation. Aaron said in a solemn tone, "I wonder if SHIELD has any file records of this person." "

"It seems not." Coulson frowned, "Don't be surprised. SHIELD has the largest database in the world, but it doesn't mean that everything can be found. It's normal for some things to slip through the net."

"I'm not surprised." Aaron chuckled, "Kilgrave is a madman, but he is very sane.

He uses his ability to control others, which is nothing more than bullying men and dominating women and enjoying life.

There must be murders, but he will deal with the aftermath. Compared to those conspicuous guys, he is much more low-key. "

"Very cautious." Coulson commented, "He is afraid that his abilities will be exposed, which means that his abilities must have huge limitations."

"As expected of an elite agent!" Aaron smiled, "The time, number of people, and distance controlled are all his weaknesses. Some special people can also be immune to his control ability.

He knew who he could and couldn't mess with, so he got away with it for so long. "

"It seems like he messed with the wrong person this time, right?" Coulson said gloatingly. Controlling others sounds terrible, but as long as he knows his weaknesses, Kilgrave won't be a problem.

SHIELD's intelligence network can easily find him, and then send a random sniper to kill him with one shot from several kilometers away, and everything will be over.

"You called me because you wanted me to help you find him?"

"No, I can handle this myself.

What I'm worried about is the aftermath. After all, murder... I don't want to go to court, let alone go to jail. Aaron said sheepishly, "If the police come to find me, will my certificate as a level 7 SHIELD agent be useful?" "

Hearing this, Coulson couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It must be useful if it is useful. SHIELD has more power than the FBI. You have level seven permission, which is enough to talk to the police chief on an equal footing."

I can apply for a work report on your behalf, but this is not a formal action. You must bear all losses yourself. After all, your status in SHIELD is only as a consultant.

Try not to make things too big, otherwise the agents in the logistics department will be unhappy. Next time something like this happens, you'd better tell me in advance.

Under normal circumstances, when we go out to perform tasks, we use the identity of the FBI. There are not many people like you who work directly with the FBI. "

"I can't help it. Who made that guy hate me?" Aaron said helplessly, "But I think it's better for you to directly apply for an FBI ID for me, or at least give me a job or something."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy."

"Agent Coulson, I am currently developing a new drug. This drug is not included in the contract I signed."

"Okay! I will apply to the director, but it depends on your performance.

What I'm more curious about now is, how did you offend Kilgrave? "

"Does it count that I'm not under his control?"

Colson was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence he said, "Why don't you come to the headquarters for a physical examination?"

"This... let's talk about it later!" Aaron laughed sarcastically and then hung up the phone.

What's the difference between going to the headquarters for a physical examination and rushing to be a guinea pig?

However, SHIELD's ID was more useful than he thought, and it could avoid a lot of trouble.

...

The next day, Delaney Theatre.

Aaron parked outside the theater on his motorcycle, and Jessica and Luke arrived a few minutes before him.

"Are you sure this is here?" Aaron asked suspiciously, "I think he should be in a private villa and have at least hundreds of bodyguards."

"Honestly, I'm not sure." Jessica said bluntly, "Kilgrave tested his abilities in this theater today.

Not surprisingly, his abilities have increased, but to what extent is unknown. "

"So...what are we doing here?"

"Check the surveillance. If you're lucky, you might be able to see the license plate number of the car he took when he left."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Is it necessary to call me over?"

"I don't know if Kilgrave's current ability can control me. If he is inside, I have to add a layer of insurance to myself!"

"Haha!" Aaron clapped his hands, "You are so thoughtful, but you still missed a little bit.

If he was in there and had you and Luke under his control, do you think I could beat you? "

"You don't have to fight." Luke took out a small bottle of transparent spray from his pocket and handed it to Aaron, "Just control us.

This is the only antidote, just in time to try the effect.

If it doesn't work, you shoot, shoot us. "

"What did you say?" Aaron looked at him in astonishment, "I may have been hallucinating, please tell me again."

"Shoot us," Jessica insisted, "knock us out of action, and then you kill Kilgrave.

Your bullets are very special, and only you can do this job. "

"Ah...okay! I reluctantly agreed."

"The door isn't closed yet." Luke looked at the neon lights flashing in the night, "Will you come back later?"

"No need, I've dealt with this scene many times." Jessica smiled, and then pushed open the locked theater door.

"A habitual gangster must be a habitual gangster." Aaron murmured.

"Thank you for the compliment, but this is nothing compared to your plans to kill people and find scapegoats."

The three of them entered the theater together, and the auditorium, which could accommodate hundreds of people, was empty.

The stage was rendered with purple lights, and the spotlights flickered from time to time, adding some visibility.

"Hey! We're closed, get out." A middle-aged man's voice came from the second floor.

"We are from the New York State Liquor Control Bureau, plainclothes." Jessica said, then took out her ID card from her pocket, let the other party take a look at it from a distance of several meters, and then put it away again.

In the dim environment, the other party could barely see Jessica's ID photo, but he didn't have much doubt. Firstly, Jessica was very calm, and secondly, there was nothing in this theater worthy of the police's visit.

"We have received reports of underage people drinking alcohol here."

"We will check everyone's ID at the door."

"Are those high school girls who were drinking Jagermeister at the front desk last night checked too?"

"You got the wrong information."

"Then you have nothing to hide," Luke said. "We need to see the tape of the performance."

"Do you want this store to be searched?" Jessica said meaningfully.

"Okay! Up the back stairs is my office."

The three of them looked at each other and followed each other to a small office.

"Nowadays, twenty-year-olds look like thirty-year-olds, and ten-year-olds look like twenty-year-olds." The middle-aged man said, taking out an envelope from the drawer and handing it to plainclothes policeman Jessica.

"Are ten-year-olds here too?" Luke asked.

"I'm just saying it."

"Impossible." Jessica skillfully opened the envelope, simply counted the cash inside and stuffed it into her pocket.

Seeing this, Aaron's face twitched unconsciously.

I am still too young, and the actions I do quietly are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"What? Don't tell me the price has increased."

"There's no price increase, but we still have to watch the video."

"I have more important things to be busy with." The boss said reluctantly. The police this time were a little unreasonable. They had to watch the surveillance even after collecting the money.

"But we didn't," Luke said, a hint of warning in his voice.

The boss looked at Luke's well-developed muscles and was silent for a while. Then he turned around and turned on the computer, but the surveillance video was blank.

"What's going on?" The boss said a little confused, "Not to mention the video, even the audio file is gone."

"It's all been deleted," Jessica turned to Luke and Aaron and said.

"It really wasn't me. All the cameras are still working."