The Father of American Comics Superheroes Chapter 130: Atheist

In the private room.

Mike sat at the low table and glanced at the person who was catching the wind to Coulson.

He looks like forty years old, not tall, less than 1.7 meters tall, but not thin, a pair of horoscopes hung on his upper lip, and his eyes were sharp.

Coulson nodded to him, looked at him curiously, and explained: "Mr. Yoshida, this is Mike."

Teruo Yoshida nodded to Mike, clapped his hands, and the waiter waiting outside opened the door and bent slightly.

"Serve."

Teruo Yoshida said, and said to Colson: "Sir, is this your first time here?"

Coleson nodded.

Teruo Yoshida said: "This thing, we spent a lot of time to get it, you guys..."

Coelson said calmly: "Don't worry, the money will be credited to your account in a while."

Teruo Yoshida smiled and chatted with Coleson.

Obviously, he also knew that of the two, Coleson was the principal.

Mike didn't care about the other party's neglect, but looked at the furnishings in the room with interest.

His gaze turned around, and his gaze fell on something wrapped in black cloth beside Yoshida Teruo.

This is what Coleson came to get?

It looks like an ordinary transaction, and Coleson also said before that this person didn't know that he was from S.H.I.E.L.D.

By the way, Coleson is too picky.

Said he was going to invite him to dinner, but in the end he was not invited to dinner, and brought him to dinner...

Soon, the waiter walked in with some dishes.

All of them are neon specialties.

All kinds of sashimi, sushi...

The taste is not bad, but for Mike, the taste is a bit weak.

"It might as well have a hot pot..."

Mike whispered in his heart, took another piece of sushi and threw it into his mouth.

Go out for a while to find something else to eat.

Mike secretly decided.

Coulson and the other party were eating and drinking and chatting. Mike raised his glasses to agree with each other from time to time, and he also ate freely.

After drinking for three rounds, Coleson and Teruo Yoshida got some drunkenness on their faces, and the two finally got up to business.

Teruo Yoshida answered a phone call and after confirming that the funds had arrived, he smiled and took out the stuff wrapped in black cloth and pushed it to Coulson.

Coulson opened the black cloth.

Inside is a black box with some incomprehensible patterns on the body, and the shape is a bit strange, like a miniature coffin.

Mike was taken aback.

He was a little interested in what it was.

When Coleson put his hand on the box and was about to open it, Teruo Yoshida's face changed drastically and said, "Don't open it!"

Coelson paused and said: "No, how can I tell the truth from the fake?"

"Distinguish the real from the fake?" Teruo Yoshida said anxiously: "When you tell the real from the fake, you will be a corpse."

Coelson frowned, and Mike looked at the black box with some curiosity.

What the **** is this?

Teruo Yoshida couldn't help saying: "I advise you, this thing must not be opened, it is very evil and very dangerous."

Colson was speechless.

They bought it for research. If you don’t open it, let’s not tell if it is true or not, how can we research it?

Seeing that Coleson didn't believe it, he would open it at any time, Teruo Yoshida hurriedly got up and said: "If you really want to open it, wait until I leave."

While he was wearing his coat, he handed over two room cards and said: "This is the hotel room card, I won't accompany you."

"Mr. Yoshida!" Colson looked at each other and said coldly: "If this thing is fake, you should understand that we can easily find you."

"Don't worry, it won't be fake."

Yoshida walked back and talked, then turned around and walked away hurriedly.

Looking at this scene, Coleson shook his head.

Is it so scary?

"What is this?"

Mike asked.

Coulson pressed the box and said: "I don't know, but it is said that there are some files inside."

"File?" Mike wondered: "What's so terrible about this thing."

Coelson shrugged and said: "Who knows, but it is said that anyone who has seen it will die strangely."

"So amazing!"

"This is just a legend, there is no evidence at all."

Coleson smiled, casually, obviously not believing the rumors.

"If you don't believe it, why did you buy it from SHIELD?"

"I don't believe it, but people who want to study it believe it."

As Coleson said, he was about to open the box.

Mike frowned and reminded: "I don't think the person just looked like he was pretending, this thing may be really dangerous."

Coelson didn't care, and smiled: "It's just a box and file, what can be dangerous."

While speaking, he blinked at Mike and said, "I am an atheist. Such rumors can't scare me."

Mike drank the wine in the glass, got up and said: "Okay, I'm going out first, you can watch it yourself."

Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, he doesn't want to see the files inside. This is S.H.I.

It's okay to have a personal relationship with someone from S.H.I.E.L.D., but for business, forget it.

Leaving Coleson alone inside, Mike walked out of the private room and came to the restaurant to breathe.

At this time, the night had just fallen, and there were more and more people on the street, but it was more lively than when Mike came in the afternoon.

Sun, beach, beauty...

Thinking of tomorrow's beauty, Mike smiled.

This is life.

But, I don’t know what happened to the three boys?

The worry flashed through his mind, and Mike was attracted by the people walking back and forth on the road.

Tsk, the beach is good.

Mike smiled and decided to find a place to have a couple of drinks later, to see if there is a suitable person to spend this lonely night with him.

At the same time, Coleson has opened the black box.

The moment he opened it, Coleson suddenly felt cold and couldn't help shivering.

What's the situation?

Coelson looked inexplicable, but as a determined atheist, he didn't care. Instead, he picked up the contents of the box and looked at it.

There is a photo and several sheets of paper stacked together.

The photo is pressed on top.

Coulson took the photo and looked at it. It was a torn and then stitched together. There were three men, a man, a woman, and a child.

The child looks cute, but the faces of a man and a woman are torn off.

This is a family?

When Coleson frowned and was about to put down the photo, he actually saw the child in the photo move, and even the woman with the torn face appeared a pale face.

Colson threw away the photo subconsciously~IndoMTL.com~ When I opened my eyes and looked at it, nothing changed in the photo.

"Dizzy?"

Coelson whispered, a vaguely bad feeling in his heart.

But...

I am an atheist.

Coelson said silently, and he had already opened the box.

Set the photo aside, Coleson picked up the file and looked at it.

There is nothing special, just two ordinary files. There is no reason at all. After all, he knows very limited neon characters.

"What is this woman's name?"

Coleson frowned and glanced, stuffed the file into the box, and locked it again.

This stuff should be handed over to the people in the bureau to study it.