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Chapter 10 First Contact

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Listening to the prompts in his mind, a series of question marks appeared on Erin's forehead.

Is this method of gathering things together for real?

If you had the strength described in Method One, you wouldn't be forced to hide and run away by a group of gangsters like you are now.

As for the forbidden item "Silent Treasure Box" in Method Two, I've never even heard of it, let alone used it to collect the forbidden item "Moonlight DJ".

Method three seems a bit more reliable.

But judging from the current state of Morning Star Bar, Erin estimated that he would be finished before he even got close to the forbidden item, "Moonlight DJ".

Moreover.

The Morning Star Bar is surrounded by a huge group of police officers, so I don't have a chance to go in!

what.

Isn't that guy giving orders Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.? With that high hairline, I shouldn't be mistaken.

Could it be that the incident at Morning Star Bar has caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

In that case, wouldn't I have even less chance of containing the sealed artifact in the bar?

Do not!

Erin shook his head.

If we take a risk, there might be a chance.

Forbidden items aren't something that originally existed in this world. Those people at S.H.I.E.L.D. must be having a headache right now about how to handle this!

Thinking about this...

Erin took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then tried to push away the crowd of onlookers.

They pushed their way toward the police officers who were maintaining order at the edge of the cordon.

Looking at Erin, who was constantly pushing his way in, causing chaos among the surrounding crowd.

A young patrol officer who looked to be in his early twenties immediately shouted, "At a major crime scene, don't push! Everyone back down! Hey, you, I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear me? Stop pushing, you hear me?"

Erin, who squeezed next to the patrolman, said, "Officer, could you call Sergeant Coulson for me? The one with the walkie-talkie, the one with the receding hairline."

Ok?

The young patrolman, who had originally intended to reprimand Erin, frowned slightly after seeing Erin accurately call out Coulson's name.

Could this guy be an acquaintance of Commander Coulson?

After hesitating for a moment, the young patrolman said, "I can call your superior for you, but I don't know if he'll see you."

"Thanks. Of course, you could also mention to Coulson that I have some information about that troublesome person at the bar?"

As she spoke, Erin pointed to the Morning Star Bar.

"That troublesome information from the bar? If what you're saying is true, I think the superior would be happy to see you."

"certainly."

Seeing that Erin didn't seem to be lying, the young patrolman jogged toward Coulson.

A moment later he ran over to Coulson, pointed at Erin in the crowd, and said something to Coulson.

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"Does he know anything about that troublesome person in this bar?"

Upon hearing this, Coulson glanced at the Asian boy in the crowd, then said to the patrol officer in front of him, "Bring him over!"

Seeing this, Grant Ward, standing next to Coulson, asked skeptically, "Does that kid really know the information here?"

Coulson smiled and said, "Meeting him won't waste much of our time. It's better than risking our lives to get information. Maybe he really does know something?"

soon.

Erin was then brought before Coulson by the young patrolman.

Upon seeing Erin, Coulson didn't immediately inquire about the situation at Morning Star Bar, but instead asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Erin."

"Then, Erin, tell me, how do you know my name? I don't remember knowing you."

As he spoke, Coulson stared intently at Erin, observing her micro-expressions.

"That's right, you don't know me now, but you will definitely know me in the future. As you can see, I am a fortune teller, and your name is what I obtained through divination."

A fortune teller?

A series of question marks flashed across Coulson's head.

Grant Ward, standing next to him, spread his hands and gave him an "I knew it" look.

Even Coulson looked somewhat helpless.

"Alright, my little fortune teller, I'm not in the mood for fortune-telling games with you right now. If you really know what's going on with this weird bar, you can tell me. If you don't, you can leave now."

"You don't want to be charged by the NYPD with obstructing official business, do you?"

Arlin wasn't intimidated by Coulson's implicit threat. He nodded seriously to Coulson: "Of course I know. If I didn't have real skills, would I be asking for trouble? However, every successful divination involves peeking into fate and requires paying a considerable price, so..."

As he spoke, Erin extended his right hand and rubbed his index finger together with Coulson, making a universally recognized gesture.

Now, Grant Ward's face, which had been expressionless, turned ashen.

Okay?

These days, scammers are even trying to fool S.H.I.E.L.D.

It's like an old man hanging himself; he's tired of living.

Grant Ward clenched his fist and raised an eyebrow at Erin.

"Hey kid, has anyone ever told you you're really brave...?"

Before Grant Ward could finish speaking, Erin immediately said, "One hundred thousand dollars, for just one hundred thousand dollars, I can tell you the information I obtained through divination."

"You're not losing out on $100,000; at least any federal soldier's pension is more than that."

"This time, I've come with sincerity."

One hundred thousand US dollars may not be much to those wealthy people, but it is definitely not a small amount. At least, most families in the federal government cannot afford such savings.

In Coulson's view, Erin's words were no different from asking for an exorbitant sum.

However, as Erin said, from a certain perspective, it is indeed a good deal, at least the pension of any federal soldier is several times higher than this.

If what Erin said is truly helpful to their operation, then $100,000 wouldn't be out of the question.

However, what needs to be fought for should still be fought for; Coulson didn't want to be taken advantage of.

"One hundred thousand US dollars is not a small amount, I..."

Before Coulson could finish speaking, Erin interrupted, "Fate doesn't offer discounts, so divination is non-negotiable. If Commander Coulson thinks it's too expensive, I'll leave now..."

Coulson: "...Alright, I hope the information you provide is worth the price, otherwise the consequences of offending a law enforcement agency are definitely not what you want to know."

At this moment, Grant Ward flashed his assault rifle and sneered, "Coulson, you're too kind. If our personnel are injured or killed because of his faulty intelligence, he'll be facing jail time."

(End of this chapter)