“I have to admit, comparing Fury’s head to a Braised Egg is a very vivid and apt…” Coulson, who was chatting happily with Ethan outside the door, suddenly changed his expression.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan looked at Coulson, who had suddenly stopped, in confusion.
“You two may come in now.” Professor X’s voice came at this moment.
“Oh, it seems the bosses have finished their conversation.
It was a pleasure chatting with you, Ethan.” Coulson said to Ethan with a smile.
“Same here.” Ethan also laughed.
He knew that he might have to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.
in the near future, so getting familiar with Coulson was very beneficial and necessary.
If it weren’t for this, he would have patted his butt and found an excuse to leave long ago.
“Then, Professor X, I will take my leave.” Coulson said respectfully to Professor X, then closed his briefcase and turned to walk out the door.
“What’s the matter, Professor?
Was your contact with that S.H.I.E.L.D.
Director not pleasant?” Ethan spun around in his swivel chair.
“Not bad.” Professor X answered vaguely.
He didn’t talk much about it, instead changing the subject.
“Ethan, you look like you’re quite bored.
How about you come out with me this afternoon?
We are going to meet someone.” “Meet who?” Ethan, who was so bored he was practically growing mushrooms, immediately became interested upon hearing this.
“My old friend, Magneto.” On the other side, Coulson, holding the metal case, had arrived at the school gate.
A red convertible was parked there.
Although it looked very new, in terms of style, it looked like an antique from the 1970s or 80s in the United States.
Sitting in the driver’s seat of the convertible was a Chinese-American woman.
She looked to be around forty, wearing an indifferent, expressionless face.
“Hi, Mei.
I should have told you that no one but me is allowed to sit in Laura’s driver’s seat.” Coulson looked unhappily at his comrade of many years—Melinda.
“I was just looking.
I have no interest in this antique of yours.” Melinda said coldly, then sat back in the passenger seat without any hesitation.
“Laura is not an antique.
In fact, the engine and equipment inside are the latest models.” Coulson said, correcting her as he sat back in his seat.
Melinda couldn’t be bothered to discuss this topic with him, so she quickly changed the subject: “How did the mission go?” “Not bad.
Aside from a bit of dizziness after Professor X’s warning, things went quite smoothly.” Coulson said, shaking his head.
“You should be glad he is a representative of the moderate Mutant faction; otherwise, given his immense mental power, you would have probably turned into an idiot long ago.” “Oh, really?
Then I suppose I should say thank you.” Coulson said, taking the computer from Melinda’s hand.
“Can you confirm it’s him?” Melinda leaned over to ask.
Even though she appeared indifferent on the surface, she was driven by inner curiosity at this moment.
“I am eighty percent sure that it is our young friend here.” Coulson stopped operating the keyboard.
Displayed on the screen were none other than Ethan’s photo and profile.
Below Ethan’s profile information was a screenshot taken from the Liberty Island battle video.
This image had obviously undergone complex processing, making it much clearer, and the facial contours of the two people in the picture could be roughly distinguished.
The You-Know-Who next to Magneto, when compared with Ethan via software, showed a similarity of about sixty to seventy percent, which was the reason for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s preliminary judgment.
“So he let something slip?” Melinda pressed.
“No, you could say he disguised himself very well.
I chatted with Ethan for several dozen minutes, and he was very measured in his speech.
He cleverly deflected any information involving sensitive topics.” “Then on what basis do you judge that?” “Because he acted too cautiously.
Although I didn’t feel any resistance or disgust from him towards me, there was undoubtedly a sense of wariness, a wariness of not wanting his secrets to be discovered.
And when I mentioned the Liberty Island incident, he acted very indifferently, seemingly not too concerned about it, which doesn’t fit a normal person’s psychology.
And you know, humans have over two hundred micro-expressions that can indicate lying, and I can at least recognize a few of the common ones.” Coulson said with a smile.
“Obviously, he lied.
He knows some inside information about the Liberty Island incident.” “Is eighty percent certainty too high based on just this information?” “Before Professor X warned me, I would have agreed with you, but now I think this possibility is already very conservative.
Clearly, Professor X values Ethan highly, to the extent that he has shown a very distinct attitude.” Coulson concluded.
“I really didn’t expect that he, looking like just a child, would actually have combat power on par with Magneto.” A rare expression of surprise appeared on Melinda’s indifferent face.
“If that weren’t the case, Fury wouldn’t have sent us here, and he wouldn’t have classified this mission as Level 7.” Nick Fury was never a man willing to suffer a loss.
Although he didn’t gain any advantage in his confrontation with Professor X, this was already within his expectations.
And as for the results, at least the other mission seemed to have very gratifying achievements.
“During our conversation just now, I specifically added some hidden little psychological tests.
This allowed me to roughly score his personality aspects, thereby determining and evaluating his danger level.
For a potentially newly emerged powerful Level 4 Mutant, it is very necessary to complete his profile.” Coulson explained.
“You seem to be in a good mood.” Melinda noticed the subtle change in Coulson’s expression.
“That’s right.
In fact, I had a very pleasant conversation with him, especially on the topic of Fury’s head looking a lot like a Braised Egg.” “I’m telling you, if Fury heard that, you would definitely be done for.” Although Melinda said this, she couldn’t hide a hint of a smile on her face.
“Then don’t tell him.
I trust that you won’t tell him, right, Mei?” The corners of Coulson’s mouth curled up slightly, revealing his signature smile to Mei.
“The new mission is here, Phil.” Melinda didn’t say more on this topic, instead opening a tablet.
“What is it?” “It’s related to General Ross.
Fury really wants to know what that green-skinned thing that can withstand armed helicopters is.” Melinda handed the tablet to Coulson.
“Oh, is that so?
That’s great.
I thought Fury’s mission was still to find a way to get close to that kid and try to get more information.
If that were the case, Professor X would probably really have to give me mental therapy.” Breathing a deep sigh of relief, Coulson started the car and headed towards a military Base for the mission.
Because Dian Niang hasn’t released the cover yet, I spent twenty bucks to get one myself.
I chose the picture myself, and it looks pretty good—quite flashy.
It’s already on the Qidian app, but the website might take a few more hours.
Also, thanks to book friend Yundanfengqing21 for the tip.
This is the first memorable tip for this book.