Agent Hand is like a cold sword, tough and sharp, which can solve any difficult problems that ordinary people cannot solve. She is so indestructible that even when facing Nick Fury or Salomon, she will stick to her own ideas. A death cannot change her at all. Salomon reforged this sword, and combined with the technology that even S.H.E.L.D. has never possessed and unprecedented advanced authority, she will only be sharper and more deadly. The small brass badge represents the unreserved trust given by Salomon.

In her opinion, Colson's squad was too weak to let go of the Hydra Agent who was still active. This was something she could not tolerate, just like the rebellion in her base, it was a shame that needed to be cleared. She didn't know why her new boss valued Colson's squad so much, but she knew that Salomon must have her own reasons. Agent Hand was very confident because she was resurrected like this. Just like Nick Fury. Agent Victoria Hand felt that Salomon's style of acting was almost no different from Nick Fury. They were both completely mysticists, which made Agent Hand feel in a trance that she was still in S.H.E.L.D.

She completely brought the authority segmented management and field system into the Immortal City. To Salomon, she was not just a Level 8 agent, a commander.

She plans to perform this mission first with the permissions at hand.

She knew that when her new boss saw the report, the mission was over. Even he could not pick on himself, because Hand believed that he could perfectly capture John Garrett and squeeze more valuable information from him. As for Grant Ward, Agent Hand felt that he was still dead. She could guarantee that this was definitely not a personal grudge. Agent Hand, who now belongs to another organization, did not want to help Agent Colson regain the airbus. She just wanted to transfer high-tech fighters in the Immortal City to directly strike the Hydra. It would be even better if it could have a saturated attack from the macro cannon.

However, neither Leopold Fitz nor Agent Colson believed that this was not a personal grudge. They wanted Grant Ward to live, at least temporarily, and many of the situations about the Centipede Warriors were still unclear - this was the mission of Colson's team before the disbandment of S.H.E.L.D., and they are still executing it. Without orders and permissions, they may be arrested at any time, just like street heroes, they have become vigilantes.

This is definitely not a good thing.

There is no reason why S.H.E.L.D. has formulated strict systems for field agents. Those unkind rules and regulations can minimize the possibility of unnecessary sacrifices and leaks. The Colson team seen by Agent Hand has now completely separated from the rules and regulations of S.H.E.L.D. Even the professional field staff Melinda May has been changed by Agent Colson. Agent Hand does not believe that they will put tasks first.

They are no longer agents, they are just volunteer police, with no discipline at all. Agent Hand thought.

However, she also knew that it was such a team that could brew loyalty until death. Agent Hand did not know whether to envy or dislike. "I will help, but not too many." She pushed her glasses and agreed to Agent Colson's conditions. "There won't be too many casualties, but you must hand over Cybertech to me. I need to hand over this organization to Congress, of course, after I cleaned it up. I have an identity to cover up, so I have to use it to the extreme."

"Thank you for your help, Agent Hand." Colson shook her hand gratefully, "Thank you very much. Also, say hello to Salomon for me."

"I will." She said quietly, "because my new boss likes you very much."

"I do like Agent Colson very much," Salomon said, "not only because of the prophecy that he can save the world, but also because I saw in him the vivid humanity and unparalleled loyalty. Dear, you and I know how important humanity is to us humans with long lifespans. Time can erase everything, including emotions. If I had not met you, I had no idea what I would become... Maybe a cold bastard."

"I didn't expect you could say such stingy words at any time." A light flashed in Beyonita's eyes. This was the training result over the years. Salomon has become her favorite. This considerate and powerful person is what she likes. Although it still cannot erase the ideas that the Supreme Mage instilled in Salomon since she was a child, this little bastard has changed from being tense when she first met to a gentle fool and would not hide anything from her. She knew that Salomon had several mobile phones, knew that Salomon had a peripheral organization of Kama Taj, and knew that Salomon had many aircraft carriers and fighters. But she didn't care much about these things, as she herself said, she was a complete family woman.

The witch's life is wonderful enough. Now the witch clan is also destroyed. Neither she nor Joan of Arc want to go. In addition to killing some angels, this is to feed the demons and devils of the contract, and can also receive a reward from Kama Taj.

"I know I am not a product of nature. I accept this. It is because of you that I am not out of human nature. You, Joan of Arc, Venerable, Athena, everything is my anchor in the world. Especially you, we know each other, this is simply the best in marriage... Well." Salomon couldn't continue, because Beyond had blocked his lips. "You didn't even call me fruit. I tasted the fruit." He complained pretending, "This is not what couples should do, we must be honest."

"Stupid little guy, you only care about eating fruit, not this kiss!" Beyonetta laughed and patted her lover on the shoulder, "I'll wait for you in the bed, come early, remember to brush my teeth."

"I promise, it will be there in ten minutes." Salomon put down the report in his hand, took the parchment away from the hot table lamp, put it in a folder, and put it together with the tire shop advertisements and the New York State lottery. He was not going to continue reading, and he believed that Agent Hand could handle his business well. He kissed Beyonetta's soft belly covered in tulle, feeling like he was going to die of drunkenness here.

"Or do you want to do it here? This is not in line with our tradition, but there are no ones." Beyonetta stroked Salomon's hair, "A handsome guy who is impatient, go brush your teeth!"

"I promise I will go." Salomon mumbled, his voice as if immersed in a dream.
Chapter completed!