Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

Nick Fury sat in the office chair and hung up the phone with a tired look on his face.

An unknown explosion occurred in an underground base, and hundreds of scientific researchers and agents were forced to relocate; the plan for the Cosmic Cube to make weapons is still far away, and no progress has been seen yet; and for his son-in-law, General Ross of the military asked God to SHIELD participated in the hunt for the Hulk, and the half-hour-long argument on the phone made the always-energetic Mama Fuck feel physically and mentally exhausted.

"Phil——" Fury, who had just pressed the call button on his desk and was about to ask Phil Coulson to come to the office, reluctantly put down his hand. He just remembered that his most trusted confidant had already gone on a business trip. Went to Afghanistan.

When I think of Coulson, I think of another confidant agent Maria Hill. She also received a new mission and went to Texas to investigate the vampire incident, and she will not be back for a while.

"These two guys have been getting very close recently..." Black Braised Egg half leaned back on the chair, an idea came to his mind for no reason.

Always remain skeptical and wary, and always have a reliable Plan B - this is Nick Fury's life motto. In fact, from the Second World War to the present, it is this kind of caution and suspicion that has allowed him to struggle to survive from desperate situations time and time again, and to become the leader of the largest spy organization on the earth.

He pinched his eyebrows hard and thought about it quickly.

"I remember that Phil and Maria were both studying... magic at the same place recently?"

I haven't paid attention to this incident for a long time. Hei Lu Dan, who has so many chores, almost forgot about it. Recalling Colson's excitement at the time, he suddenly became a little more excited.

"Let me see, what is the guy who claims to have mastery of magic been doing recently?"

The standby display screen lit up, and black mallet-like fingers tapped awkwardly on the keyboard. Soon, the head of a blond young man appeared on the screen.

Since the last time he discovered that this guy "may be of some use", Fury has raised the surveillance level of Cauius Braddorf to level B and the archive access rights to level seven. Obviously, this guy didn't get much attention. For more than a month, only a few insiders reviewed the information.

There was a new document prompt in the archives. Fury ignored it and turned on the internal surveillance first. Yes, when Kaous was renovating the hotel, agents infiltrated the construction crowd and secretly placed cameras and monitors. device.

But it's a pity that the entire video is filled with noise and sizzling interference, and any electronic monitoring equipment in the hotel will not work.

"Boring guy..." Fury curled his lips.

This was completely within his expectation, and could be listed as a "possibly useful" object. If he didn't even have the ability to prevent surveillance, it wouldn't be worth his effort.

However, if we underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D., we would be underestimating the official strength of a superpower, let alone Nick Fury, a terminally ill delusional cancer patient.

Outside the Mulgore Hotel, there were at least six hidden exterior cameras aimed at this simple, wild tent, looking at everything from the sky, the earth, the east, the west, and the north - this is also the natural treatment for B-level surveillance subjects.

So Fury easily saw the following scene.

In the dark night, an invisible black figure stood in the corner, and bright lightning bolts flew out of their hands, exploding countless electric arcs in mid-air.

"Lightning? Is this his magic? Who is he attacking?" Fury zoomed in on the video and vaguely saw a dozen bat-like things in the air. After being struck by lightning, they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Fury, who had always lacked interest, slowly sat up straight, switched to another night scene camera, dragged the timeline, and found the scene where the mysterious hotel owner was wielding a hammer and killing people wantonly.

"This is... Ninja, what is the Hand trying to do in Hell's Kitchen?"

Mr. Director keenly thought of something, and he opened the recent surveillance videos and related information. In an inconspicuous incident report, Black Braised Egg found a screenshot of a distant view. As can be seen in the picture, a man swings a sledgehammer and hits another man hard on the chest.

"There are indications that the deceased was Kingpin's assassin 'Bullseye' Lester Jangles, and the attacker was suspected to be the person in charge of the Mulgore Inn, Cous Bradford. The scene was cleaned up afterwards. No more clues were obtained. Suspected related documents TK-LGP3254/TK-LGP3263..."

Although the shooting distance was far away and the picture was a little blurry, Fury was immediately sure that it was the same hammer!

"A hotel owner with supernatural powers, who also fell out with the New York gang and the Hand. Should I say he is a fool, or is he too confident?"

With a hint of amusement, Fury opened the related file. There was a photo of Kausi walking out of the Kingpin office building, which made Lu Dan feel a little stunned.

"You can still walk out of Kingpin's office safely after killing Bullseye? It seems that this guy is not as stupid as you think. Or, in other words, did he and Kingpin reach some unknown agreement in private?"

"But it doesn't matter. No matter what these guys do, they fight back and forth just for a few steel coins, but they can't change the world."

The wealthy director quickly defined this behavior as "black eating black", and then left the Hand and the New York gang behind. But he also began to take a little interest in Kausi - after all, the guy who could single-handedly kill Bullseye and massacre dozens of Hand ninjas was nothing more than an elite agent of SHIELD.

"At least to the level of my old friend..." Fury closed the page and planned to lean on the office chair and take a nap for a while, even for five minutes.

What Fury didn't know was that the "old friend" in his mind who was regarded as a benchmark in combat power was now walking down from the second floor of the hotel refreshed and greeting the hotel owner Kausu calmly. Nothing like the anti-hero who behaves in an extremely murderous manner.

"Hi, good morning, Kaus!"

"Good morning, Frank!" Kausi was sitting by the fire pit baking bread. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good!" Frank gave a thumbs up, "Although I don't understand how you did it. There are no solid walls here, nor a reinforced platoon of guards, nor heavy weapons or sniper points... But here It definitely made me feel very safe.”

Cauvus laughed.

What could be safer than NPC buildings? It cannot be locked or destroyed. Even if the Deathwing of the World Destroyer tore apart the continent of Azeroth, it could not hurt even a hair here. To put it bluntly, even if a few nuclear bombs were detonated in Hell's Kitchen, the one that could withstand it to the end would probably be this small Mulgore hotel.

He didn't answer directly, but said a line that struck home.

"That's because...Mother Earth is protecting you!"

Frank, who thought it was a joke, laughed. He pulled up a chair next to the brazier and sat down. He took the fragrant and warm bread and asked in a negotiating tone: "Is there any more of yesterday's liquor... ?I can pay a high price for it!”

"The last 19 bottles! I'll give them to you!" Kausi winked at Frank, "You can store them on the counter, and you can drink them slowly when you stay in the store in the future!"

Frank took a liking to this generous innkeeper and readily agreed.

"This guy is really nice. A box of out-of-print wine would be worth thousands of dollars at least if it were auctioned. He actually gave it to me like this!"

But he didn't know that Kausi was also snickering. A group of hands made Godok liquor at zero cost, but in exchange for a guest who could stay for twenty days. It's equivalent to two thousand US dollars, which is a completely cost-effective transaction - at worst, I won't make this recipe anymore.

"What a good man..." Kaus/Frank sighed inwardly.