Chapter 104: Encountering This Person, the Huihui Lost, Ah

Listening to Coulson's urgent tone, Raphael's doubts grew even stronger.

What kind of place was this Zhongshen's Clinic?

Not only Tony Stark, even when severely injured and unconscious, didn't forget to come here... Now Coulson, the officer, was doing the same.

In an instant, Raphael understood: this Zhongshen's Clinic absolutely couldn't be just a simple little clinic!

Could it be some kind of code name? Similar to 084.

Um... Recalling the various suspicious operations within SHIELD, Raphael considered his guess quite plausible.

Thus, Raphael no longer dared to waste a moment and hurriedly answered Coulson, "Yes, sir!"

After a while, he seemed to recall something, and before Coulson hung up the phone, he seized the moment and hurriedly said, "There's another matter, Coulson, sir."

"Hmm?" A soft inquiry came from the other end.

Raphael's tone was somewhat awkward, saying, "It's like this, Coulson, sir, I... don't know exactly where the Zhongshen's Clinic is located..."

As a SHIELD agent permanently stationed in New York, for such an apparently extremely important Zhongshen's Clinic, even not knowing even a single detail about it, this itself was somewhat embarrassing.

But Coulson's tone showed no blame whatsoever. Instead, as the old gentleman he was, he seemed to detect the hidden meaning in Raphael's words and explained:

"No need to feel self-reproach, it's just a newly opened clinic, and I've been helping to seal the news, so it's normal that you don't know."

Hearing this, Raphael's face showed relief: No wonder he's the perfect agent! —

Then Coulson continued, "The Zhongshen's Clinic is in Queens, on Seventh Street, that is, Ingram Street, number 19. There is a small courtyard there, and at the entrance of the courtyard, there hangs a plaque with 'Zhongshen's Clinic' written on it.

"It's fine, I should arrive there before you, and at that time I'll wait at the entrance for you all."

As he listened to Coulson speaking, Raphael could even hear the sounds of him getting dressed from that side.

A sense of admiration welled up in his heart, and he responded, "Yes, sir!"

The voice was so loud that it was even more like a young scout than the young agent just now.

After hanging up the phone, Raphael was full of vigor. He ordered the young agent who was making the call beside him, "Have the transport team arrive here at the fastest speed, um... within five minutes, if you're one second late, I'll deduct their year-end bonus!"

"Yes!" The young agent hurriedly responded.

Meanwhile, he glanced at Raphael several times...

I wonder how Coulson managed to make that phone call and turn into this... The young agent thought to himself with some resentment.

At the same time, he didn't forget to pass on Coulson's order to the person on the other end of the phone.

This night... for many people, it was destined to be a sleepless night...

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At three in the morning in New York, even those ultimate night owls had all returned to their warm or cool beds.

At this time, the night was increasingly silent, with all sounds hushed.

Coulson was driving the modified Chevrolet assigned by SHIELD to him, flooring it, the engine roaring loudly, driving on the empty road at a speed not inferior to those top super sports cars.

As the current hub connecting Tony Stark to SHIELD.

Coulson had been staying in New York recently, not returning to SHIELD headquarters in Washington.

This was also the reason he could arrive at the Zhongshen's Clinic before Raphael and others... because his current residence wasn't too far from Zhongshen's.

Perhaps there was some personal bias... Although Coulson was the hub connecting to Tony, he was more willing to live close to Zhongshen...

Driving this roaring beast, Coulson's thoughts drifted far away.

In his mind, the sentence from before, "Tony's injury is a penetrating wound to the abdomen, and his right hand was severed," kept repeating.

In addition to his confirmation, the abdominal penetrating wound was charred, meaning the flesh had been carbonized, and the place where the right hand was severed was neat and complete, meaning it was injured by an extremely sharp weapon...

This was almost identical to Met's injury at that time!

The similarity in injuries wasn't the main issue, the key was, what metaphor was behind the person who caused this injury and deliberately created these two similar injuries?

The first question.

The person who caused this injury...

Thinking of this, Coulson couldn't help but want to rub his forehead, but thinking he was driving at one hundred sixty yards per second on the highway, Coulson resisted the impulse.

The Red Baron... Whenever he thought of this name, Coulson felt a deep weariness.

This person had already become Coulson's recent nightmare, beating... like elite SHIELD agents such as Met were instantly killed, he definitely couldn't be beaten.

Playing strategies... Coulson even knew nothing about the opponent's target, the opponent's conduct style, or even a single key piece of information, while the opponent seemed to know SHIELD very, very well.

In terms of force, couldn't compare, and in terms of brains, couldn't compare either.

Coulson had never felt such a sense of frustration from one single person.

He felt like he was almost about to catch a disease called "Red Baron PTSD"...

And the second question made Coulson feel even more overwhelmed.

Why did the Red Baron come to New York, beat Tony Stark into a serious injury, and even deliberately make Tony's injuries the same as Met's?

What information was he trying to send back to SHIELD by doing this?

Coulson's brain spun at high speed, and he realized that his brain capacity, once facing the Red Baron, simply wasn't enough.

Because he couldn't understand the opponent's style of action at all.

It was simply too bizarre, like a willful young child... But Coulson didn't believe that this mysterious figure who had been causing him to run around for months could be a willful "child".

The things the opponent did that seemed unrelated must have some underlying purpose, it's just that he hadn't figured it out yet... Coulson was convinced in his heart.

Coulson had a feeling... As long as he could grasp the thread behind the Red Baron doing these things... he would have hope of figuring out what the opponent really wanted to do.

Ingram Street in Queens, New York, Moscow Prison, Chicago Dragon Clan, and now Stark Industries in New York.

These four places kept cycling in Coulson's mind, and he also racked his brains thinking about the connections between them.

The opponent first appeared in Ingram Street causing chaos, then in Moscow Prison causing a riot, and later in Chicago guiding SHIELD to find information about the Dragon Clan... um, this point was still doubtful...

Up until now, attacking Stark Industries' weapons research department...

After thinking for a long time.

But Coulson had to admit:

He had no clues whatsoever...

Alas—

The desolate night, Coulson's long sigh accompanied by the howling wind, dissipated into the world...

Seeing this person over and over again, losing over and over again.

I'll ask Xiu later, let him be my strategist, he's so capable, he definitely can find some clues I overlooked... Coulson thought.

Although Zhongshen wasn't a SHIELD agent, but now he was Coulson's last resort, mainly because recently Zhongshen's inference about Tony left a deep impression on Coulson.