[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

As soon as this praise came out of his mind, the other party raised his head as if feeling something, and looked in his direction.

... As expected of that, the super power of mind-speaking words.

The tactical eyepiece makes people unable to see the eyes, but Coulson always feels that he can feel the opponent's gaze through the lens.

He couldn't help being a little nervous, trying to clear his mind and prevent any inappropriate thoughts from arising.Lindell shook his hand, dusted off the oil on his body and walked over: "Don't be nervous, my ability is to perceive emotions, in fact, I can't guess what you are thinking at all-at most, I can judge whether the other party is lying. "

"Ah... sorry, I can only do some work to clean up the scene."

"But weren't you one of the fastest agents?"

Lindell looked at the cordon that was pulled up around him: "There is nothing to complain about at work."

Coulson had no intention of taking credit for himself, and excused himself by saying that he was around here in the first place.

"I was watching Captain America's exhibition, so I evacuated the tourists around here by the way..."

"It's just luck," he said.

"Captain America's exhibit hall?"

Lindell finally showed a surprised expression: "Do you have a bad memory? You have already been here when you were young."

"How can this have something to do with memory!"

The rookie detective Mr. Philip retorted without hesitation: "I am a die-hard fan of Captain America. I have liked him for many years. I come to this memorial at least once a week."

The emotions conveyed by the other party are sincere and bright, like the warm yellow lights in the room.Lindell stood where he was, and heard the junior ask: "Don't you like Captain America?"

"—If you mean visiting the memorial once a week like you."

After a long time, Lindell said, "I don't like him. I don't like him at all."

His boss is an elusive person, and Coulson was finally convinced of this after a month in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Of course, this "boss" does not refer to the person who directly gave him task instructions—that person is quite business-like, and their office relationship is smooth—but refers to the person who seldom meets and belongs to the same department Industry legend.

Lindell Stark, a seventh-level assault agent, his identity, history and age are a mystery, at least not the information that can be consulted at his level. He is responsible for all difficult cases that ordinary people cannot handle. He hardly cooperates with others. The task completion rate is Ridiculously high.

By the way, he works part-time as a bodyguard for Stark Industries, and has a good relationship with Howard and Tony, the father and son.

In the intranet forum where agents with all permissions can log in, Lindell even has a small group of fans-most of the strong are easy to be followed, even so, the other party does not bring other agents to participate in missions.The front-line detectives who are responsible for evacuating the masses and the detectives who monitor public opinion on the Internet are the main force in the support team. The former can often seize the opportunity to watch closely, while the latter often privately store a large number of photos and videos that have been purged from the Internet.When there were no missions out, Philip Coulson read the content in the forum for a long time, and all kinds of magical remarks emerged one after another, but there was nothing particularly specific.

For example, where is he from, is he a mutant, and if so, what are his mutant abilities, and so on.

But only one thing is certain - Lindell should have joined S.H.I.E.L.D. very early, but he may have mentioned his identity, otherwise he would not have found his personal files before the Vietnam War.Every S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has an entry photo and identity verification when he enters the job, and there is a series of traceable intelligence routes, but none of this has appeared in this mysterious agent.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a cafeteria, and the food content is quite good. Many agents will swipe their cards here for free lunch.The cafeteria is a place where most people communicate with each other during the day's work. Although it is expressly forbidden to talk about confidential content internally, the topic of nonsense among internal personnel is not within the scope of control-that is to say, as long as it does not expose the outside world, in fact, many times the leader will open his eyes. Close one eye.

Philip Coulson is holding his own metal dinner plate. There are a variety of buffets here, but many of the agents who went to the front line are very disciplined and healthy. Many people, including him, will restrain themselves from eating enough The amount of food that sustains the body to perform dangerous tasks normally, rather than destroying hard-earned muscles with high sugar loads.

So, when he saw someone take a mountain of macarons of different colors and a whole piece of chocolate fruit tart from the dining table, his expression was very shocked.

And when the man with the long hair turned around and put the metal dinner plate on the opposite side of him with a slap, he couldn't hold back his dumbfounded expression.

"...Senior Lindell."

Coulson stumbled and said, "You, you also eat in the cafeteria?"

Although this guy looks about as young as himself, he has actually lived as long as a monster. He knows that some mutants have mutant abilities that can extend their lifespan, but he has never seen a mutant who can live for a long time and can also perceive emotions and even be able to move Gliding in the air can also dismantle the mecha with bare hands.

"Because the new chef is very good at making dim sum."

Lindell began to stuff macarons into his mouth at a rate of one bite at a time. In Coulson's eyes, this dessert, which was originally sweet when eaten with strong tea, was as smooth as a staple food in his mouth.

"Uh, no, I mean..."

There are too many things I want to say, and I don't know what to say after turning around in my head, not to mention that it's not a good thing to inquire about other people's secrets in a place like S.H.I.E.L.D.: "Why are you sitting here?"

"Of course it's because there's no place around."

Lindell said it as a matter of course, so Coulson raised his neck and looked around. Although the cafeteria was a bit full, it was not impossible to find a vacant seat, so he looked at Lindell eagerly. He explained slowly in his eyes: "Oh, I mean, I'm welcome to sit there, that kind of position."

Yes, that's what happened.

No one who can be recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. is stupid, and Coulson immediately cleared up the logic in his mind.A strong person may be envied or envied, emotional yearning, fear, and respect may all appear. The other party probably doesn't care what others think of him, but he will not take the initiative to cause trouble for others.

Sitting at the same table with the senior who is respected by everyone, of course he should liven up the atmosphere and think about topics, but many contents—including the new games released by Sony or the latest pop music probably won't interest the other party. Coulson thought again and again, and simply asked the question straightforwardly.

——In front of a guy who can penetrate people's hearts, it's probably worse to hesitate, Coulson vaguely had such a thought in his heart.

"Don't you like Captain America?"

Sure enough, what I want to know the most is this question.

As a national star, a real and unblemished historical figure, if not obsessed, should still have an excellent impression, especially for those who work in their line of work, when they first started, they basically had a certain idea in their hearts. Dian Dian guards the dream of world peace.

"do not like."

Lindell once again categorically denied it.

"... Is there anything that makes you dissatisfied, senior?"

Coulson asked again.

"……nor."

Lindell thought for a while: "But I don't want to watch movies, cartoons, derivatives and memorials related to him. If you like him, you should be happy to do these... Tony has collected a full set of animation CDs."

"Oh, I have that too!"

Coulson responded subconsciously, and then realized what the other party was saying: "Why? In fact, I think the movie that was reprinted last year was quite classic, and the makeup of the actors was closer. The special effects of the movie are much better now than in the early years. "

"Because, no matter how you look at it, that one is too far from me."

Lindell replied as a matter of course: "Whether it's voice or movement, it's completely different from what I remember!"

"No...Senior Lindell, what did you say?"

Coulson froze on the armchair: "I? Captain America?"

Half an hour later, rookie agent Philip Coulson feels like he knows the world's secrets.

Lindell Stark, formerly known as Lyndell Carter, and then known as Lindell Hohenheim...is a member of the Howling Commandos and a teammate of Captain America himself.

"That, that is to say, the other members of the Howling Commando, Barnes, Alyosha...you all know them all?"

Coulson felt his blood rush uncontrollably under the skin: "You also talked to them? Did you perform missions with them?"

Lindell cut the chocolate fruit tart into six pieces, pinched one of them and put it in his mouth: "Why not?"

"……I--"

Coulson's eyes widened. Fortunately, he still remembered "this is a very important secret". After all, this kind of information has never been mentioned on the intranet...

"Can you sign me?!"

Finally, he said aloud.

Lindell: "..."

Sure enough, even after so many years, human thinking is still difficult to understand.

In the days that followed, Lindell proposed a new follower.

Even most of the detectives who have the emotion of "longing" for him are rarely allowed to follow him, but Coulson's star-chasing mentality is too stable, and he thinks that he knows that others don't know Even the slightest bit of awe disappeared without a trace.

——Probably because of his fanatical admiration for Captain America, he seems a little lovesick.

Lindell's signature was signed on the back of the card with Captain America stickers. It is said that it is a limited edition of the collection, and there was a long queue when buying it.

"Senior, won't you come to the training room next week?"

"I won't come if there is no urgent task. Tony bought a new house in Boston, which is said to be used for college."

Lindell explained: "There is no protection in that place, and the leylines are different from Long Island, so it needs to be renovated."

And no matter how much training he does, it's meaningless. This body won't grow any more because of the increased amount of practice.

"Well... what about next week? I want to hear more stories about the Howling Commandos from you."

Coulson beat around the bush: "Are your teammates at that time the same as those described in the commemorative album? Have you been in frequent contact over the years?"

"I didn't have a good relationship with them at the time."

Lindell thought about it. At that time, he was young and reckless, dismissive of most human beings, and because of insufficient magic power, he was immersed in the shadow of "how to fill up enough magic power" every day, and even needed to actively sleep to maintain himself There is basically no spare room for the supply of magic power-of course, there is no interest in establishing social relationships with ordinary people.

At that time, Steve and James were the channel for him to communicate with all the humans around him, and also the reason to connect the entire human world. Then the situation took a turn for the worse, and the war ended under the numb killing and two atomic bombs. Take the initiative to take care of him.

Dugan's tasks are many and busy, but until now, he still retains the habit of asking him out for dinner every once in a while. His old teammates retired one by one, but their old age also includes Greetings and small talk on the phone from time to time.

Some people are lonely, some have children and grandchildren around their knees, and the retired veterans in a team have their own situations, but everyone has always maintained a rare tacit understanding on this point.

After another half a year, Coulson became a leader among the rookies of the same period. He took the initiative to report and asked Lindell to cooperate with him to perform more dangerous tasks.

Fury met him in person. At first, he wondered if this person had been infiltrated, but the other party's attitude was quite firm. Surprisingly, Lindell himself had no intention of objecting.

"He's just a radical Steve fan."

While stretching, Lindell said the new words he learned from the Internet: "The spirit is so pure that I can't even turn my head."

"Did you tell him who you were?"

Fury shot the case.

"—Yeah, I feel that even if I know it, it's nothing."

Fury suddenly felt a headache: "Is it even the identity of the goblin? Why has no one told you the rule that different levels of SHIELD correspond to different secret levels... Forget it, I guess no one has mentioned it to you." These, after I go back, I will send you a document for you to review, the original rules and regulations have been revised several times, and you should follow them at least.”

"No, what..."

Coulson felt as if he had inadvertently learned something important: "I only found out about the identity of the goblin just now."

He reiterated: "From your mouth."

Fury: "..."

Lindell: "..."

Fury: "... Cough, Lindell, why don't you find a way to clear his memory?"

The golden eyes turned around in response, and he was about to raise his arms towards Coulson almost without hesitation, but in the next second, Fury coughed dryly again and revoked his command.

"never mind."

"Honestly, I think you should add some human friends, too," he said.

"And the next time you encounter this kind of thing, at least hesitate."

"Isn't that what you ordered?"

Lindell asked.

"—But actually...forget it."

"You've got a long time to figure it out," Fury said.

At the end of the 80s, the US-Soviet Cold War and the arms race reached new heights, and in the midst of the great power game, Japan reached an unprecedented peak in economic development.According to the currency exchange rate at that time, the market value of Japan's Tokyo stock market has surpassed that of the New York Stock Exchange, and electronic products are also popular all over the world, and are well received by the world.Even Lindell has been there a few times on business trips entrusted by S.H.I.E.L.D. or Howard's work. The city with towering buildings left a deep impression on him. There are dense crowds living in the city, whether it is local residents or not. He was still a tourist, and his emotions were filled with the same agitation that he couldn't understand.

Howard Stark made a lot of money in his factory in Japan, but at this time he made a decision to withdraw some production lines and reduce the scale of business in Japan.

It was the first time Stanley had a dispute with him, and he couldn't understand such a decision anyway, and finally put the reason on Lindell-he always felt that the other party interfered with Howard's business initiatives, so that his own career Frustrated twice.Lindell, who was affected by innocence, spread his hands at Tony very puzzled, saying that although he could understand his emotions, the thinking logic behind them was simply incredible.

"I don't care about being hated by humans."

Lindell said in Howard's office: "But won't you explain this?"

The man who had always been strategizing seemed to show his fatigue for the first time.The years eventually mark everyone fairly, and even though Lindell has been working hard to smash the stones in his kidneys and gallbladder and the clots in his blood, there is always something that people can't do anything about.

"Sorry, Lindell, I'm sorry."

He said: "But can you please continue to protect..."

"He doesn't really want me to follow him all the time."

Lindell shrugged: "Obviously I was very clingy when I was young, but human beings are really fickle creatures."

Howard smiled lightly at this casual accusation. After graduating from MIT, his son soon devoted himself to part of Stark Industries' R&D work, and was even studying for a second degree while working. With a degree, the future is boundless and the future can be expected.

"Some things never change."

Howard said.

"I guess you meant to mention his love of donuts."

Lindell said that from the emotion that Howard gave back immediately, he probably guessed wrong, but the other party didn't have any intention of announcing the answer, and turned and left.

In the same year, the tenth-level agent Nick Fury, who had been the top commander of many agencies, became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. On the day when everyone congratulated him, Lindell glanced at him from afar, and was overwhelmed by the dark and flowing emotions around him. Forced to retch, he left the conference room with a disgusted expression.Coulson wondered whether the snacks in the cafeteria were not delicious enough today, but Lindell brushed aside the other party's intention to help him, and said that he was just a simple I hate crowds.

I don't know when Casillas and Gu Yi had a conflict, and finally left the place where he was taught to learn magic. The chief who replaced him was a young man named Karl Modu. The other party's talent was average, not top-notch. , but the victory lies in his diligence and hard work. He is a silent, introverted and somewhat rigid ascetic.

"Will you make him the successor of the Sorcerer Supreme?"

In private, Lindell asked curiously.

"When the time comes, I will introduce a new successor to you."

Gu Yi casually changed the topic.

This is the end of the 80s.

The author has something to say: It’s almost modern time, and the next volume of the US team will be resurrected (?)