Unquestionable

Hank Thompson began to understand something, but it was not very clear. He did not recover his memory because he had shared the model and found the answer. Casually, he was normal now. The strong subconscious did not appear in him.

"Is he okay?" Hank Thompson asked.

"Yes, he's fine now, but his mind is a little confused. He'll be fine after a rest. Thank you very much for your help," Wesley said with a smile. "Are you puzzled why we came to see this?"

"May I know?" Hank Thompson asked.

"Sure, this is Agent Phil Coulson, who was in charge of a project, and you are one of the beneficiaries of this project. You were an agent, an agent of our SHIELD, but you are going to die because of the disease, and the project Phil was in charge of recruited six agents, including you, who are going to die because of the disease, but the project was successful and you all survived."

Hank Thompson interrupted to ask, "Is this the aftereffects of the project?" He pointed to the model.

"Not bad. It seems that you also had that stage before. The project was very successful, but in the subsequent observation, you all had a memory, a memory of a pattern, and you carved it crazily. At that time, there was no way. In the end, you could only erase your memories and change your identity to live the life of an ordinary person."

"I see. I have such memories in the past, but it's not crazy. At that time, it was just a little bit. Then I carved some and felt that something was wrong. I'm now a construction contractor, so I built this model city by myself little by little. Although it looks a little weird, my son likes it. After it's completed, I'll be normal." Hank Thompson said.

"Not bad. Now it seems that the pattern is not a painting, but a city, an alien city. Of course, you don't need to care about these things. I think you are satisfied with your current life, and we will not continue to disturb you, but we need to bring five people to take a look. Then we will scan this model and use it to study it."

"Understood. If what you say is true, then I have to thank Agent Phil Coulson and I am also obligated to help the others in the team." Hank Thompson believed the stranger in front of him because what he said was true and his experience would not lie.

Phil Coulson stood up, sweating, and walked over weakly. "Thank you very much, Mr. Hank Thompson. Although I would like to call you Agent again, you have a good life now. You deserve it." Phil Coulson looked at the door. Wesley and Hank Thompson looked over. A woman with a child was standing in the doorway.

Hank Thompson had called them before. "This is my wife and son. These two are… my past colleagues. They have something they need my help with."

"Not bad. The design of this model is excellent. We need to make a copy and take it back for reference. Hank, we will take our leave first. The other five people will come to visit soon. You are a genius." Wesley smiled and left with Phil Coulson.

Back in the car, Wesley looked at Phil Coulson and asked, "Are you envious of his life? You can have it too. I know you have a girlfriend, a cellist. Your death made her very sad. You can stand in front of her again."

"No, I still remember my oath when I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. I fought bravely to protect the earth. The Avengers was built by me and the director bit by bit. Your heroic performance in the Battle of New York inspired me. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I saw the video record many times and kept a copy." Phil Coulson turned to look at Wesley.

Wesley could feel his confidence and belief. Then he heard Phil Coulson say, "Captain America, Hawkeye, and Black Widow are themselves from SHIELD. Captain America belongs to the predecessor of SHIELD. It is understandable that they are willing to fight, but I deeply admire you and Stark and Bruce for choosing to fight as scientists, civilians, and billionaires."

"Earth is our home, too," Wesley said.

"Yes, so the earth needs SHIELD, and we need someone to give up something for it. Now we have to fight Hydra." After Phil Coulson said that, he started the car.

Back on the plane, he contacted headquarters directly and asked them to send out personnel to pick up the remaining five people involved in the secret project. At the same time, he handed over John Garrett and Grant Ward. They would spend the rest of their lives in prison.

The escort came from the SHIELD branch in New York. They would be sent to the secret prison of SHIELD, which was still safe.

After looking at the model, the remaining five people were all enlightened. Although they didn't remember each other, they still hugged each other and cried. Hank Thompson congratulated them. Although they didn't remember each other, they still left each other their phone numbers and decided to contact each other often in the future to build a stable circle of friends.

Everything seemed to be settled. Wesley was happy. His mission was another step closer to completion. The next day was their vacation. Wesley made an appointment with Skye and drove to Los Angeles in a base SUV.

"You guys seem to have solved a big problem?" Sky asked in the car.

"Yes. Big question about coming back from the dead. Why? Are you interested?" Wesley asked.

"No, what about my problem?" Sky looked at Wesley expectantly.

Wesley thought about it for a moment. The team's thoughts were also the main point. Sky was unusually obsessed with his parentage. Then he said, "You were born in China. Your father was American and your mother was Chinese. You were born in a small village, and at that time, several SHIELD agents were given missions to go there."

"And?" Sky asked.

"Then they found that everyone there was dead. Only you were found. You were just born at that time. They didn't know what happened, but they started to be hunted. The enemy was targeting you."

"Why did they go there?" Sky asked excitedly.

"At that time, a senior agent was carrying out a mission, mission level 0-8-4." After Wesley finished speaking, Sky was stunned. She knew the number very well. Wesley continued, "The people sacrificed in the village were all for one person. This person should be your mother, but they don't know the details."

"My mother? So you mean she might not be here anymore?" Sky's tears flowed and his big eyes filled with mist. Wesley knows everything, but that's the plot of an American drama. He doesn't want to say too much. The rest is for Sky to experience.

"I don't know. I know what happened after that. Several agents protected you all the way back to the United States, but they were still being hunted down and then died one after another. Finally, the remaining two people thought of a way to design an eighth-level agent-level mission according to SHIELD's loopholes in the rules, erasing a person's life. So you don't have any information, no matter how you look, you can't find it."

"They… they're protecting me, right?" Sky choked.

"Yes, although you change families every few months, SHIELD agents are always around you to make sure you are safe." Wesley held the steering wheel with his left hand and held Sky's hand with his right, silently comforting her.