The Wizard of Winterhold In Marvel Universe

Jimmy is a truck driver who works for the 'Clyford' garment factory.

As a unionized truck driver, he earns the highest salary that an ordinary blue-collar worker can get, and has ample rest days, insurance and social security.

The job offers are so enviable, and Jimmy knows that.

So he never asked what was in the crates that were clearly not clothes.

Once, when he approached the warehouse, he smelled a sour smell that belonged to the homeless on the street, and a whimper that seemed to be gagged.

But he pretended not to hear, with a smile on his face and distributed cigarettes to the two people in charge of loading.

That month, he got double his salary.

Today, his task is to pick up a batch of goods in containers from the port area. He has done this kind of errand many times, and he is familiar with it.

However, when things were connected, there seemed to be a small error.

"Hey, Jimmy, you're on time."

The right time, the right address, but he was no longer the familiar gangster, but two men in suits wearing sunglasses.

There is a crate in front of them.

"Who are you?" Out of caution, he still asked.

"That's not something you should ask, Jimmy." One of the suits and sunglasses replied.

The man with sunglasses, whose hairline was obviously far behind, patted him on the shoulder: "All you have to do is to send the box to the factory. Other things, except double salary, have nothing to do with you, right?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know anything, I'm just an ordinary worker." Jimmy showed a knowing smile and helped move the box to the carriage.

Everything was in order, he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, ready to start the truck.

"Clang!"

The man in a suit and sunglasses with a normal hairline suddenly opened the co-pilot's door and sat up.

"You are this?..."

"Nolan?" The companion below was obviously puzzled.

The man in the car showed a smile: "I thought about Coulson carefully. It has to be safer this way."

Then, Jimmy felt something hard against his waist.

"Come on, Jimmy."

"Brother...Brother...I...I don't know anything..." He realized that there might be a big problem.

"Very well, Jimmy. You don't know anything, just drive normally. But if you try to call for help or show any abnormal attitude, then you have to know that it's a handle nine on your waist. mm caliber pistol."

"No, no, friend. I'm a very good and obedient person." Jimmy swallowed dryly and started the engine.

......

Everything that happened in the port was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s spy satellites, converted into video signals and sent to a mysterious office.

"Meticulous, I don't trust others to a certain extent."

"Prefers to use violence to solve problems."

"Good eloquence."

"He looks handsome."

All the information about Nolan has been collected and compiled, and a special person is responsible for evaluation.

"How's it going?" Coulson opened the door, walked in, took off his suit and hung it on the back of the chair.

"From the current point of view, apart from his seductive appearance, he has not shown anything unusual. Coulson, are you sure that such a person is worthy of attention?"

"Of course, May." Coulson gave a perfect smile: "Trust me, you won't be busy working in vain."

"I heard that his secret level is level five, why can't I find his information?"

"Before you saw his information, I proposed to upgrade it from level five to level eight."

Coulson is an eighth-level SHIELD agent, while May is a seventh-level agent.

"It's still such a bad taste, HA? I'll consider applying to the director to transfer me out of here. It's not pleasant to work with a limp man like you."

"Look at it!!!"

There was a sudden exclamation in front of the office.

Coulson and May looked at the big screen on the wall while holding their coffee. The place where Nolan was sitting on the truck was empty.

......

"My friend, I usually deliver the goods by myself. You will arouse their suspicions by sitting here."

"You just drive in, you don't need to worry about the rest."

Jimmy's cold sweat kept dripping. The front was the entrance of the factory. As a rule, two security guards would check the vehicle.

Now he can only hope that the uncle next to him really has a solution, instead of planning to kill.

"Don't look around, just drive in."

"Okay!" Jimmy gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and watched the neon sign of "Clyford" getting closer.

'Clang! ’

The door was knocked, then pulled open. Jimmy closed his eyes nervously, waiting for the final judgment.

"Why is it so slow today?" The security guard's question reached his ears.

Unexpectedly, nothing happened.

Jimmy glanced at the co-pilot, there was nothing there.

"Uh, on the road, there are some, traffic jams, very full..." He stammered.

"Some traffic jams?"

"Ah!!!" He felt the hard object around his waist move, and couldn't help crying out.

That man is still in his seat!

He's hidden!

"What's wrong?"

Jimmy's appearance aroused the suspicion of the security guard. He motioned for another companion to open the trunk and take a look.

Half a minute later, the companion came back and shook his head to indicate that there was no problem.

"It's nothing, I encountered... a car accident on the road today. A person was hit into a mush and died so badly. I'm... a little scared." Jimmy stammered and gave a reluctant explanation.

"I thought all of you who drove big trucks have killed people?" Seeing that there was no problem with the vehicle, the security guard made a rare joke with him, and returned to the security room to open the electric iron mesh door.

"Hehehe..." With a simple and honest smile, Jimmy drove the car to the usual parking position.

Five minutes later, Jimmy was driven away, and two gangsters covered in tattoos came over to lift the box.

"Today's box is surprisingly light, right?"

"Looking at the weight, there should only be two people. After all, the experiment is basically completed, and there are fewer in vivo experiments that need to be done."

"When did you say it would be our turn to inject?"

"It's hard to say. It is said that the output is still very low now~www.novelmt.com~ There is only one finished product a week."

While communicating, the two tattooed men moved the box to the unloading area and put it down at will.

Just as they were about to leave, there was a sudden noise in the warehouse, as if some wood product had been smashed, and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet warehouse.

"What's the matter?" When the two were nervous, a man suddenly stood up from the box they had moved in.

He was wearing a black body armor, with two rifles on his back, two Berettas in his lower abdomen, and magazines and grenades hung around his waist.

The black-clothed man raised his hands horizontally, holding a low-pitched pistol firmly.

"HOLYSHIT!" The two gang members couldn't help but open their mouths.

After two very subtle gunshots, Custer climbed out of the crate, spat out the sawdust in his mouth, and shouted toward the box:

"Don't grind the chirping boy, come out quickly and work!"

"Lost! Lost!" Two more weak gunshots sounded, and then Nolan appeared next to the gang members.

"I thought you, as a professional veteran agent, should at least be able to fill up your gun. The power of a silent pistol is not enough to trust."

"If this black man hadn't vomited out of the box and distracted me, I would have done it. Where are we now?" The Punisher shrugged, looking at Franklin who was vomiting while holding a post.

"The basement floor, the warehouse, this door is the laboratory. Didn't you pay attention to looking out when you were in the box?"

"Put you in and hang out in the back seat of a truck for an hour, and you'll stop asking such stupid questions."

The Punisher covered his mouth and looked around: "You wait here for a while, and I have to find a place to vomit."

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