Number 0-8-41

Wesley knew that the man was in a state of self-induced madness, and that there was not a shred of sanity to be trusted. And an orange light began to flash under his dark skin. It was time.

His legs quickly fell and stepped heavily on the other party's feet. Even though his body was strong, his toes were still fragile. The huge pain made the other party lose his balance and his arms immediately loosened.

Wesley jumped up and bent his legs at the same time. He leaned his upper body back and kicked hard. Michael Peterson was sent flying. Everyone's eyes were on him. A sci-fi sniper rifle suddenly appeared in Wesley's hands. With a bang, the sniper rifle disappeared.

The gunshot stunned all the workers who were watching the commotion. When they looked over again, Wesley's hand was empty. At this time, a bullet hole appeared in Michael Peterson's head, but there was no blood. A blue light flashed across his dark face. The paralysis effect had worked, and he had fallen silent.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Wesley had stepped forward and lifted the man off his feet, ready to take him away.

The factory supervisor appeared out of nowhere again, grabbed Wesley's arm and shouted, "I've called the police. This man must be punished. You can't just take him away."

Wesley looked at him as if he were an idiot, then flung the supervisor out of the way and strode out. A roar came from behind him. "Security, stop him."

Without a care in the world, Wesley did not stop walking. The security guard, who had arrived earlier, leaned toward Wesley. Wesley took out his ID and said, "Move, or I'll sue you for obstruction."

The security guard did not understand what was going on and did not know whether to retreat or retreat. The supervisor lying on the ground was still shouting, "Stop him, or you can stop." He was frightened today. These humble workers actually dared to threaten him. He wanted to let these people know the consequences of offending him.

Wesley stood still because he saw Phil Coulson walking over. The surveillance room was probably done, so he put him down. "Watch him first." Then he turned around and walked back. The supervisor was stunned for a moment and said fearfully, "Don't come over. You're from the government. I want to sue you."

Wesley came up to him, squatted down, and showed his ID again. "Now I arrest you for obstruction of public service. Your words will be used as evidence in court. In addition, your factory does not deal with injured workers in accordance with the law. Your factory will be investigated." With that, he grabbed the man's collar with one hand, lifted him up with a little force, and pushed him out.

"I'm going to sue you. Don't even think about it. This is a private factory. You have no right to arrest me."

Sirens sounded outside, and the police finally arrived at the last minute according to the law. Because the supervisor who called the police told them about the other party's strength, many police officers came. However, when they saw Wesley and Phil Coulson, they were puzzled, and the leading police officer came forward to ask.

Phil Coulson directly showed his ID. Now SHIELD's signboard is very useful. Ordinary people don't know much about it, but the general government departments do. SHIELD is the department that deals with special things. Their affairs are not accessible to ordinary people, and they can't be managed at all, especially after the Battle of New York. As a result, the factory director was taken away by the police on the charge of obstruction of official business.

The matter with Michael Peterson then went unusually smoothly. He himself was sent to SHIELD, and his son was sent to a relative's house. Everything went very smoothly.

However, there was an argument at the flight base because Phil Coulson kept Skye and invited her to become a technical consultant. It was mainly a computer problem and Skye was very talented at it.

"You have to be clear that a girl is not suitable to be an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.," Melinda May said in the conference room. She also looked at Wesley for support, but why didn't Wesley agree?

"I think it's good. After all, I can't always follow this team, so it's good for Sky to stay and train. After I leave, I can be in charge of the computer side. She's very talented."

Melinda May looked at Wesley unhappily and said, "Are you fascinated by her face?"

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with that, but I support Phil. He has his own considerations."

Phil Coulson smiled and nodded. "Not bad. This girl successfully entered the SHIELD database twice, using a notebook. She has a lot of nurturing value."

Melinda May stormed out. Phil Coulson was silent for a moment, then looked at Wesley and said, "You should know. After all, you've seen my memories, right?"

"That's right. She is one of 0-8-4. In the past, many people at S.H.I.E.L.D. died to protect her. I also think she is very kind. If she is trained well, she can be a good assistant to you. Moreover, her background is not simple."

"Keep this a secret and don't let anyone know."

"Don't worry."

"But it's a coincidence that we just received another mission number 0-8-4. As for the survivor's surveillance mission, I can only transfer it to someone else. I'm a little worried." They received an urgent mission. For the survivors who were monitoring, they could only transfer it to other agents.

Wesley, on the other hand, was not the least bit worried. "Don't worry. It doesn't matter if you miss one. There will always be the next clue. And this survivor may not be able to escape. Let's deal with the priority first."

The flight base took off again, this time with a new member. Wesley and she sat opposite each other. The plane had taken off, and Wesley once again sent her an invitation. "How is it? When can our dinner invitation be fulfilled?"

"You're persistent? But I still refuse," Sky said with a smile.

"Oh, let me think. You have a heart, right? Then it's a pity, but I think I still have a chance. Do you believe me?" Wesley smiled mysteriously, making Sky wonder.

The plane flew straight to Peru. The archaeological team here found something strange, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was an expert in dealing with such things. The dirt road of the car was bumpy. Although the scenery here was good, the road conditions were indeed much worse, especially in such a remote temple.

The archaeological team led them through a small forest and a towering temple appeared in front of them. They really did not understand how people built such a tall temple more than a thousand years ago.