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Chapter 199 S.H.I.E.L.D. never negotiates with terrorists unless...

The riots in New York did not attract Pierce's attention at all. He believed that Nick would obtain the greatest benefit for S.H.I.E.L.D. Entrusted to him!

"So, you CIA locked the man here and took him away in less than a month?" The warden in a black baseball cap wiped his wet hands before sitting down on his chair He looked curiously at the man sitting across from him.

This man was nothing like any CIA officer he had ever seen. Those guys looked like either ordinary middle-aged office workers or high-spirited police detectives who had just graduated from school. Relevant (CIA never calls himself an agent) But the man in front of him with a CIA certificate looks more like a gloomy assassin, not wearing a suit, wearing a black leather jacket, and including the involuntary bending of the right index finger, that It is the symbol of conditioned reflex that holding a gun, as well as the hairline and hairstyle, reminded him of the punk style of the 6070s and [-]s.

"Yes, is there any problem?" John Garrett raised his legs in a calm manner. They have all the documents for this visit, and the stamps on the procedures are also true. As for the warden to verify their identities , Ha ha, this is purely a dream, he will always get no comment when he calls Langley.

"Okay, you can take people away!" The warden simply didn't think about those problems, anyway, he was just a small warden, earning a salary every month, of course, occasionally Where to get some oil and water, or go to the female prisoner to play the little game of pirate captain hehehe, what does the high-level affairs have to do with him?

"Of course, thank you!" Garrett got up, picked up the leather gloves he threw on the table, and walked out of the gate, all the way up along the fence. The electrified barbed wire was attached to the towering concrete wall, and the guards with weapons were vigilant. Watching the prisoners blowing the wind under the wall, if there is any disturbance, guards wearing heavy armor and holding batons will come out from the small door under the wall to give those guys heartfelt training, and the prisoners are also very different, white skin and black skin divided into large groups with each other, and then they were divided into small groups according to nationality.

"He's there!" The warden pointed to a circle of white men in the corner.

"That group was either British or Australian. The French and Germans were facing them, and the Russians and Koreans were fighting over there!"

Garrett squinted at the middle-aged man surrounded by four or five big men, who looked like an old farmer from Yorkshire.

Perhaps sensing that someone was watching him, Jonah Allen raised his head, looked at Garrett and the others on the fence, smiled, then raised his right hand and raised his middle finger.

"Teach him a lesson?" whispered the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent behind Garrett.

"No, no need!" Garrett smiled, this guy has a personality, he likes it!

After handing over the formalities, the manacled Jonah was sent to the Quinjet fighter waiting outside the prison by heavily armed soldiers.

"Untie him!" On the plane, Garrett sat opposite Allen, staring into the other's eyes without saying a word.

"You are not the CIA!" Even an old spy couldn't bear being stared at by a big man.

"why?"

"The CIA doesn't have such a thing!" Allen knocked on the armor plate behind him.

"Since this is the case, we don't hide it anymore, we are SHIELD, Mr. Jonah Allen!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.! Huh! Guess my freedom comes at a price!"

"Yes, Mr. Allen, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs you and what's in your head!"

"I don't understand! I'm just an ordinary terrorist!"

"Really?" Garrett let out a collected monster sound.

"Let's be honest, we need someone who understands these big guys now, and you are the only one who dug tunnels to those guys' lairs!"

"In this case, I have a condition!"

"SHIELD never negotiates terms with terrorists! Mr. Allen!" The bald man with a serious face walked out of the cockpit.

"Really? What if I have information on how to control those guys?" Allen raised his legs.

"It's impossible, the information we have..." The bald man was about to say that no one can control those guys, but he suddenly got stuck.

"Your information is outdated!"

"Okay, state your conditions!" Garrett signaled the bald man to shut up first.

"I need [-] million dollars!"

"This is impossible!"

"You listen first, what if I can help you find a giant lizard comparable to San Francisco?"

"How is it possible, all the monsters are taken in by the emperor, wait a minute, you mean, there are monsters that the emperor has not found!" Although the bald brother is a little greedy, timid, and lecherous, he is not stupid, and he knows everything. He was startled first, then ecstatic, Hydra is about to rise!

"Where is the monster?"

"One hundred million dollars!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't talk to terrorists..." The bald man wanted to emphasize his principles again, when an order from his boss came through the headset, "Give it to him!"

Alexander Pierce was also eavesdropping on the channel. The information given to him by Nick Fury explained in detail that this Jonah Allen disappeared for half a year while performing missions in Southeast Asia more than ten years ago, and then appeared again. After that, he Just frantically collecting a lot of information about prehistoric civilizations in his spare time, what happened to him in those six months!

"Sir?"

"Give it to him!" Pierce's tone was very firm.

"Yes!" The bald brother could only nod his head.

"The money can be given to you, but we need to get the coordinates first, and the information you mentioned. We must confirm that it is valid before we can give it to you!"

"Of course, so where do we go now?" Allen asked with a smile.

"Washington!"

Not only Alan Jonah, SHIELD has been wielding hoes to the Imperial Organization in the United States and many allied countries. After all, compared with the rich and powerful SHIELD, the funding of the Imperial Organization has always been tilted towards research, and the salaries of all personnel What, it can only be regarded as upper-middle class, but everyone wants to enjoy it. Wife wants brand-name clothes, son and daughter want to go to prestigious schools, and I have to buy some good cigarettes and alcohol occasionally. Naturally, these expenses cannot be paid by the organization's funds. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. did recruit a lot of researchers to switch jobs, but because they will not be able to touch the core layer for a while, they still can't find any flaws for those core scientists.

(End of this chapter)