The Father of American Comics Superheroes

In the private room.

Mike sat at the low table and scanned the man who gave Coleson a reception.

He looks like forty years old, not tall, less than 1.7 meters, but not thin, with a pair of eight-letter beard hanging on the upper lip, stern eyes.

Coleson nodded to him, looked at him curiously and explained: “Mr. Yoshida, this is Mike.”

Shigeo Yoshida nodded to Mike, clapped his hands, and the waiter waiting outside pulled open the door and bent slightly.

“Serve the food.”

Shigeo Yoshida said to Coleson, “Sir, is this your first time here?”

Coleson nodded.

Yoshida said: “This thing, we spent a lot of effort to get it, you guys…”

Coleson said calmly, “Don’t worry, the money will be credited to your account in a moment.”

Shigeo Yoshida showed a smile and chatted idly with Coleson.

Obviously, he is also clear that between the two, Coleson is the main person.

Mike did not care about the other party’s coldness, but instead looked at the room’s furnishings with interest.

The line of sight turned around and his eyes fell on an object wrapped in black cloth next to Shigeo Yoshida.

Is this the thing that Coleson came to take?

It looks like an ordinary transaction, and Coleson also said before that this person does not know that he is S.H.I.E.L.D. people.

By the way, Coleson is too picky.

Said that he was going to invite him to dinner, but he was not invited to dinner and brought him to dinner…

Soon, the waiter walked in with some dishes.

All are neon specialties.

All kinds of sashimi, sushi and so on……

The taste was not bad, but to Mike, the taste was a bit bland.

“Might as well have a hot pot ……”

Mike muttered in his heart.

I picked another piece of sushi and threw it into my mouth.

I’ll go out and find something else to eat later.

Mike secretly decided.

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

After three rounds of drinking, Coleson and Yoshida’s faces were full of drunkenness, and they finally got down to business.

After taking a phone call to make sure the money was in the account, Yoshida smiled and took out something wrapped in black cloth and pushed it to Coleson.

Coleson opened the black cloth.

Inside the cloth there was a black box with some unreadable patterns on the body, and the shape was a bit strange, like a miniature coffin.

Mike was stunned.

What is this thing, he was somewhat interested.

Coleson put his hand on the box and was about to open it when Shigeo Yoshida’s face changed dramatically and said: “Don’t open it!”

Coleson gave his hand a beat and said, “If I don’t open it, how can I tell if it’s real or not?”

“How to distinguish the real from the fake?” Shigeo Yoshida said sharply: “By the time you can tell the real from the fake, you’ll be a corpse.”

Coleson frowned, Mike looked at the black box, and was curious.

What the hell is this thing?

Yoshida could not help but said: “I advise you, this thing must not open, it is very evil, very dangerous.”

Coleson looked speechless.

They buy it for research. If they don’t open it, how can they research it without telling the truth?

Seeing that Coleson was not too convinced and would open it at any time, Yoshida Shigeo hurriedly got up and said, “If you really want to open it, wait until after I leave.”

While putting on his coat, he handed over two room cards and said, “This is the hotel’s room card, so I won’t accompany you.”

“Mr. Yoshida!” Coleson looked at the other man 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 said as he backed up, then turned around and left with hurried feet.

Watching this scene, Coleson shook his head.

Was it that scary?

“What is this thing?”

Mike asked.

Coleson pressed the box and said, “I’m not sure, but it’s said to contain some files.”

“Files?” Mike wondered, “What’s so scary about this stuff.”

Coleson shrugged and said, “Who knows, but it’s said that anyone who reads it will die a bizarre death.”

“So powerful!”

“That’s just a legend, there’s no proof at all.”

Coleson laughed with casual attitude, obviously do not believe the rumour.

“If you don’t believe it, then what did you S.H.I.E.L.D. buy it for?”

“I don’t believe it, but the people who want to study it do.”

Coleson said while going to open the box.

Mike frowned and reminded: “I see just that person does not look like pretending, this thing may really be dangerous.”

Coleson did not care, smiled and said, “A box and file is only, what can be dangerous.”

Saying that, he winked at Mike and said, “I’m an atheist, such rumours don’t scare me.”

Mike finished the wine in his glass, got up and said, “All right, I’ll go out first, take your time to read it yourself.”

Whether the rumours are true or not, he did not want to see the files inside, this is the S.H.I.E.L.D. things, do not want to read in case of trouble.

It’s okay to have personal relationships with someone from S.H.I.E.L.D., but for official business, forget it.

Leaving Coleson alone inside, Mike walked out of the room and came outside the restaurant for air.

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

The sun, the beach, the beauty ……

Thinking of tomorrow’s beauty, Mike smiled.

This is the life.

However, I wonder how the three boys are doing?

Worried thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mike was drawn to the attention of the people coming and going on the road.

Tsk, the beach is good.

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

Meanwhile, Coleson has opened the black box.

In the moment he opened, Coleson suddenly felt coldness, he could not help but shiver.

What is it?

Coleson looked inexplicable, but as a staunch atheist, he didn’t care. Instead, he picked up the contents of the box he looked at it.

Inside there was a photograph, and several sheets of paper folded together.

The photo was pressed at the top.

Coleson picked up the photo and looked at it. It was a torn and then stitched together photo of three men, a man and a woman, and a child.

The child looked cute, while the faces of one man and one woman had been torn off.

Is this a family?

Coleson frowned, to put down the photo, he actually saw the photo of the child moved, even the woman whose face was torn off, appeared a pale and cold face.

Coleson subconsciously threw away the photo, and then open eyes to see, there was no change in the photo.

“Dizzy?”

Coleson whispered, a vaguely bad feeling in his heart.

But……

I’m an atheist.

Coleson silently recited, and he had already opened the box.

Putting the photos aside, Coleson picked up the file and looked at it.

Nothing special, just two ordinary files, there is no reason at all, after all, he knows very limited neon characters.

“What’s this woman’s name?”

Coleson frowned at the eyes, stuffed the file into the box, and locked it up again.

This stuff, it’s better to leave it to those in the bureau to study.