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Chapter 96 Intentions Remain a Mystery

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"Behave yourself, you're not going to make it today anyway."

Jon crossed his arms and watched Garrett struggle, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Why take another beating, huh, John Garrett?"

"I don't understand what you're saying!" Garrett shouted excitedly. "I think you've all gone mad! I need to talk to Fury! Now!"

"Eric." Upon hearing this, Jon immediately scoffed, "Listen to this loser's lament. Garrett, can you make it any louder? I love to hear it."

"You!" Garrett turned to Phil, playing the emotional card, "Phil, we've known each other for twenty years, and you still don't believe me?"

"John, I'm a Level 8 agent too." Coulson said expressionlessly, clearly utterly disappointed. "You can't fool me."

This was a kind of frustrated anger, and it's understandable that he was so angry, after all, he had known Garrett for over 20 years.

They trained and carried out missions together under Fury, and in his eyes, the two were like-minded friends.

He couldn't understand why John Garrett would betray his own sense of justice.

On the other side, Jon's forehead veins were bulging, and his expression was gradually becoming impatient.

Now, for the sake of the information this old bastard is spouting, he has to suppress his murderous urges and listen to this guy's endless rambling.

asshole!

"And John, a friendly reminder," Coulson pointed at Jon, "if you say another word, you might not make it off the plane alive."

Garrett looked at Jon, his scarlet eyes gleaming with inhuman desire.

This craving is not the same as the human desire for food, but rather a deeper, more perverse urge to kill.

"The smell of anger," Blade commented briefly. "I can smell it."

“Yes, if he utters another word,” a muscular figure appeared behind Jon, “I’ll kill him. This is no joke.”

Garrett swallowed hard, realizing this was no joke, and immediately fell silent.

"So..." Steve interrupted, looking confused, "Can someone explain what's going on? I just woke up the day before yesterday, and yesterday I was assigned a mission..."

"I'll explain," Coulson said gently, "but not now."

“That’s right, in Norway,” Blade added, arms crossed, “a certain one-eyed frog will tell you.”

Seeing that everyone had said so, Steve had no choice but to nod and sit back down.

For the remainder of the time, silence reigned inside the Quinjet, with only Jon Snow still staring intently at Garrett, while Star Platinum behind him stirred restlessly.

Steve, sitting next to Jon, glanced at the floating purple giant several times, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to, unsure of what to say.

"Looks like I'm really falling behind the times. I need to catch up," he thought to himself.

Soon after, the plane landed at Nick Fury's secret base in Norway.

"Hurry up!" Jon kicked Garrett in the waist. "Don't waste time."

He couldn't wait any longer; as soon as Fury finished interrogating the traitor and extracted information, he could take action.

The killing intent in Jon's eyes was unusually faint yet incredibly pure, and the oath he swore was also sincere.

After all, Joseph's position in his heart was far beyond what Dior could compare to.

From the moment he swore an oath in Joseph's name, he had no intention of letting Garrett leave alive.

However, for the sake of the bigger picture, he has to be patient for a while longer, but it will be soon, very soon!

After getting off the plane, Coulson led everyone through the Norwegian forest and soon stopped in front of a rock wall.

"This is it." He turned around with a mysterious smile, his eyes calm. "Guys, don't be too surprised by what you see later."

After saying that, he tapped the rock wall beside him with great seriousness, and a microphone popped up from below.

"Password." A slightly comical voice came from the microphone.

"This is it, take a good look." Coulson cleared his throat. "The code is, 'Open Sesame'."

"Open Sesame?" The other person paused for a second, then burst into laughter. "Agent Coulson, you actually believed that? Hahahaha!"

"Billy!" Coulson, embarrassed, snapped, "Open the door now, we're freezing to death!"

"OK, OK, almost there! I can't find my remote, don't worry! Wait, I found it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a hidden tunnel slowly opened in the open space to the right of everyone.

Steve blinked, looked at the rock wall, then at the tunnel, and said, "I thought the base was inside the rock. It seems that while I was asleep all these years, the secret base has remained buried underground as always."

"This is reverse thinking; underground secret bases will never be outdated."

Coulson smiled and led the way inside.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, since it was really too cold outside.

After entering, the group walked further and further away, and the tunnel became wider and wider. After passing through several corridors and doors, they finally arrived at their destination.

At the entrance of the base, a chubby boy with a grin was waiting for them, clutching a stack of cards in his hand.

"Hey everyone!" He jogged over and handed out cards to a few people. "These are temporary ID cards, don't lose them."

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"Losing it would be a huge problem, so please don't lose it, please don't."

"Hey, Billy, where's Fury?" Jon stepped forward, his voice low. "I brought him."

After saying that, he tugged at the rope in his hand, and Garrett, who was tied up at the other end, immediately stumbled.

"Frey is waiting for you inside." The chubby boy swiped his card to open the door and held out his hand. "By the way, I'm Sam, and Billy is my brother."

"Younger brother?" Blade stepped forward, keenly grasping the key point. "From what you're saying, you have other brothers?"

"Of course," Sam said casually. "I also have seven twin brothers."

"What?" Jon's eyes widened. "Eight sons? Your parents are really... uh."

He paused, unable to find the right words. "It's impressive, but it's just not scientifically accurate."

Seven older brothers? Including Sam and Billy, that makes a total of nine Lee brothers. His parents must have been incredibly prolific.

At least they won't have to worry about having children to carry on the family line.

"What are you standing there for?" Seeing the group in a daze, Sam turned around and hurriedly waved. "Guys, hurry up and catch up, Fury is waiting."

The group exchanged glances, suppressing their shock, and silently followed.

Not far away, Jon saw a shiny black braised egg slowly emerge from behind the sofa.

Feeling the cold air blasting from the indoor air conditioner, and hearing that familiar entrance, there's no need to guess who this guy is.

"Jon Yowick." Fury stood up, staring at him with his one eye. "Every time I answer your call, it's nothing good. Can't you let me rest for a bit?"

"I'm cleaning up your mess, Fury." Jon handed him the rope. "Hurry up, you know what I mean."

Fury stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly nodded.

"Captain," he turned to Steve, "the museum records that you are very good at interrogation. Show us what you've got."

Steve hesitated for a moment, then took the rope and followed Fury into the interrogation room.

"The rest is up to Fury." Jon watched them leave.

"Yeah," Blade said, scoffing. "I really don't understand why Fury sent me to deal with a few grunts."

Coulson nodded in agreement. If he hadn't known beforehand, he would have thought the mission was to assassinate Magneto.

"Speaking of which, the mutants have been making quite a stir lately." Jon gestured with his chin towards the television behind him. "Have you guys seen the news?"

The screen is displaying the latest news—Magneto and the X-Men have teamed up in a rare collaboration.

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