Chapter 9 Do you want to change your name?
"Da da da!"
As soon as Firefox left, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents appeared in front of Russell with hurried steps.
"Mr. Bloom! Are you okay?" Looking at Russell in colonial uniform, the leading agent asked with concern.
Hearing this, Russell turned around. As he turned around, the clothes on his body took off and turned into a bracelet, wrapped around his right wrist.
With an extremely high hairline and a good-natured face, Russell was stunned for a moment as he looked at the agent who smiled gently at him, and then said: "It's okay."
The leading agent smiled and said gently: "I don't know, Mr. Bloom...".
"Hello, agent." Interrupting the other party, Russell asked: "I don't know what to call you yet?".
"Phil Coulson." The smile on his face remained unchanged. Coulson did not show any irritation after being interrupted. After introducing himself in a gentle manner, he asked: "I don't know just now...".
"Ah, Agent Coulson." Interrupting Coulson again, Russell asked with a faint smile: "Did the church restore order when you came out?".
I came out after you, okay? If you don't know, how will I know?
Moreover, you, the master, should know better whether order has been restored in the church!
Keeping the smile on his face, Colson said calmly: "When we came out, your housekeeper and guards were already maintaining order."
As he spoke, Coulson made a point of emphasizing the word we.
"Oh, that's it!" Russell patted the other party's shoulder and said, "Okay, I understand, let's go back.".
Colson nodded and said: "Okay, Mr. Bloom, but that just now...".
"Ah, Agent Coulson, let me ask you a personal topic!" Interrupting Coulson again, Russell said mysteriously: "Are you married?".
Facing Russell's continuous interruptions, Colson was a little helpless, but still maintained a sincere smile on his face, with some bitterness, and said: "Well, you know, Mr. Bloom, our work is a bit special. , then will any girl fall in love with me?".
"Oh, don't worry, Agent Coulson, you still have decades to live, and some girls will fall in love with you." "
Haha..." The smile on his face froze, and Coulson laughed twice.
Thank you so much for your comfort! Thanks! Thanks! Got it! ah!
"Mr. Bloom, the assassin just now..."
"Wait!" Russell stopped walking back to the church, looked at Coulson helplessly, and said, "Do you have to ask this question?"
Russell himself felt embarrassed after the repeated gags, but Coulson, who was known for his good temper, still persisted, and Russell even admired him.
Colson said seriously: "Yes, Mr. Bloom, this is my responsibility.".
"Okay, okay!" Raising his hand, Russell made a surrender gesture and said, "I'm telling you, she escaped."
"Escaped?" Colson whispered. Although he was a little confused about this, he did not ask further questions. Instead, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bloom, for your cooperation."
"You're welcome." Russell said, looking at the car that came to take him back to the church, he said, "I'm going back to the church first."
"Okay!" Colson nodded, moved away, and when the car stopped, he walked up and opened the car for Russell.
"Thank you." After thanking Colson, Russell got into the car, and just as Colson closed the door, Colson's voice rang.
"Mr. Bloom, I want to ask a personal question!"
Looking at Colson who lowered his body and leaned towards the car window, Russell said: "What?".
"What was the armor you were wearing when you were chasing the assassin just now?"
Compared with what Russell showed, an assassin is not important at all, and the purpose of chasing them, apart from the assassin, is more to get rid of the assassin. Russell to get more information about colonial clothing.
He glanced at Colson with a half-smile. This was not something that needed to be kept secret. Besides, he revealed the costume at this time to let more people know about the costume and prepare for the subsequent press conference. .
So, Russell said: "You can call it colonial clothing.".
"Colonial equipment..." After a slight breath, Coulson continued to ask: "Then, it...".
"Okay, Agent Coulson, SHIELD will know about it later."
After the words fell, Russell rolled up the window and said to the driver: "Go back to the church."
But Coulson, who was standing there and watching Russell go away, was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Our SHIELD?".
"It seems that Mr. Bloom has a lot of ideas for our Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. He has even thought of a new name." Colson held his
chin and was silent for a while, then nodded his head and said : "It does sound better than our current name, and it's much smoother."
"Would you like to mention it to the director and ask him to change his name?"
Coulson pondered, and slowly left with the SHIELD agents.
At the same time, Russell, who accidentally called SHIELD, but did not know that this made Coulson think of changing the name, had already rushed back to the church and continued to work.
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A solemn and grand funeral has come to an end, and the mourners have left one by one. The mass after the funeral and the sacrament gathering of family members have also ended. The tall and magnificent ancient Gothic church suddenly seemed more... Cold and empty.
Looking up at the high dome of the church, Russell took a box prepared in the morning, walked out of the church with an expressionless face, and returned to the cemetery in a car.
After asking the old butler and Caesar to keep a little distance from him, he came to Old Bloom's tombstone, squatted on the ground regardless of the image, opened the box he was carrying, and took out the contents.
A bottle of red wine and two crystal clear goblets.
After Russell and his father studied together, they always liked to have a drink together, so he came up with the idea of making his own wine.
This wine was brewed by Russell himself, and he planned to give it to Old Bloom as a small gift, but now there is no chance.
After pouring the red wine into the wine glass, Russell picked up the wine glass, took a sip between his lips, raised his eyebrows, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and said: "The taste is indeed quite different, old man, you can barely taste it. Well, I can’t say it doesn’t taste good.”
After smiling, Russell picked up the wine glass on the ground and sprinkled it in front of Old Bloom's grave. After putting the wine glass down, he filled it up again, took his own wine glass and drank in small sips.
PS: Please... uh, you know something!
(End of chapter)