"Fitz and Jemma, you guys should still have bullets, go replace Iron Rider, the decision-makers are coming to the meeting, save me from repeating orders."
Su Ming sent away the science duo, these two don't have any other skills, just ruining things for others.
Fitz looked at Coulson, and Coulson nodded slightly, so the science duo also pulled out their handguns, and with a skillful leap, jumped across the empty street and swapped back May from another cover.
As for the Black man Mike...his mind isn't too sharp, and he especially likes to give opinions, so Su Ming directly ruled him out.
Su Ming glanced around, behind each cover, besides the ordinary-looking civilian soldiers, there were two familiar faces missing.
"Where are Mockingbird and Youyou?" he asked Coulson.
"I sent them to destroy other routes, they'll be right back...here they come."
No sooner had Coulson finished speaking, a blur crouched beside him, a Latina woman with long, wavy hair, and another blonde, blue-eyed beauty with impressive curves naturally crouched beside Su Ming.
It was Youyou and Mockingbird.
Youyou is an Inhuman, her power is to high-speed move a certain distance during the interval between heartbeats, then return to the original place.
How to put it, you could say she's a weakened version of Quicksilver, her biggest weakness being returning to her original spot on the next heartbeat is too troublesome, and her speed doesn't reach light speed, far from Barry's world-restarting speed.
Barbara Morse, aka Mockingbird, nicknamed 'Bobbi', was a gymnastics champion and a nerd in her youth, not inferior to Jemma as a biology expert, specializing in...studying Steve's blood, which means developing new varieties of super soldier serum.
But since becoming Agent 19, her lab time decreased, eventually becoming entirely a field agent, only occasionally substituting when Jemma is absent.
She gets along well with Invisible Woman Susan, and because she's very beautiful, many male superheroes are also friendly to her.
"Long time no see, Bobbi, how are you and Hawkeye lately?" Su Ming also handed her a bottle of soda, asking very friendly.
He wouldn't miss a chance to probe for future intelligence, sometimes learning things from the side is more effective.
"Hmph, how should I know about him? Probably not dead." Mockingbird took the soda indifferently, only carefully taking a sip after seeing Coulson nod.
Su Ming touched his chin: "Strange, why does it feel like you have grievances, you really killed him..."
"I don't need to kill him, it's still your dear cousin. Last time Wade said he'd take Clint for Halloween but went trick or treating into a nightclub, the two called a hundred ladies, played until the third day, and could barely walk. Did you know how embarrassed I was when Clint called me to drive to Las Vegas to pick them up?"
Bobbi gritted her teeth, if Wade were here, she'd probably not care about the dirt and would definitely bite him a few times.
"Wait, you mean they trick or treated from New York to Las Vegas? A bit far..." Su Ming tilted his head; what nonsense is this.
Mockingbird looked at him with dead fish eyes from behind her visor: "Is that the point? Doesn't he know all our phones are monitored by the bureau? Now great, he and Deadpool played for two days and nights in Las Vegas and spent over a million US dollars of rotten avocados. If I were a bit late, they'd be getting a marriage certificate at the car chapel...even if they didn't in the end, everyone already knows about it, I wish I could crawl into a hole."
"Hiss!" Hearing Hawkeye almost became his sister-in-law, Su Ming shivered.
Bobbi's shoulders slumped: "Yeah, disgusting, right?"
"Uh...didn't you divorce Hawkeye?" Su Ming offered her a cigarette to comfort her.
"Yeah, that's the only good news, otherwise, how do you think he'd still be alive?" Mockingbird answered blandly, lighting a cigarette herself.
Hawkeye's martial arts are very good, almost on par with Wade, master level of all cold weapons. But Barbara isn't far behind either, plus being a top biologist and ex-wife, if she wanted to poison him, Hawkeye would have a very high chance of falling for it.
Underneath his mask, Su Ming grinned, turning to look at Daisy, Quake showing an awkward yet polite smile, shrugging helplessly. She knew about it too, though she got along well with Bobbi, it's ultimately someone else's private matter.
She once thought Wolverine or Spider Hero might have something abnormal with Deadpool, but never imagined it was the usually cool Hawkeye.
As a member of The Avengers and an agent of Shield, it's like, how to say, after that incident, he embarrassed both organizations' people, actually got drunk with Deadpool and reenacted a real-life version of 'Hangover'.
Though after sobering up, Clint chased Wade for a long time, but Deadpool never dies, wasting lots of money on special arrows for nothing.
"This is fine too; agents don't really need to get married." Su Ming sighed, do two agents need a marriage certificate to feel secure? If the feelings are gone, that certificate, even as a tablet of credential, is useless.
Daisy wrapped an arm around Bobbi's shoulders, giving a gentle pat for comfort, then turned to ask Deathstroke: "What about you? Do you have a family? Wife, children, or anything?"
"No, if you mean the traditional sense of marriage." Su Ming spread his hands, if he wants to be with someone, he doesn't need any official law's certificate.
"You have so little data, we don't even know what the leader of the Magic Realm protecting Earth is like, do you like humans? Women? Or do you prefer something like a goddess or female demon?"
Daisy asked, her big eyes filled with a cat-like curiosity.
Mockingbird was also a bit curious as she looked up. Wade rarely speaks of his cousin to her or Hawkeye; Deadpool acts erratically, but sometimes keeps his mouth very shut.
She only knows Deathstroke is very strong and very rich, with many mages under his command, but otherwise, no valuable intel.
"Asking this? Are you two planning to volunteer yourselves?" Su Ming asked with amusement; what's this? Using beauty to gather intel?
Daisy flexed her wrist, looking at the sweaty bandages under her arm armor: "Forget it, even though I know you lived to our time, I dare not look at your face under the mask. Even if it's not as bad as Deadpool, at least it's all wrinkles and age spots, right?"
Bobbi also shook her head, shivering: "Your cousin looks like a ghost, you're probably...I definitely can't accept it, how about you, Youyou?"
Unluckily caught as an onlooker, Youyou replied in her South American accented English: "Deadpool's cousin? I pass."
"Wow, is it that realistic? Do you guys like Thunder God or Hulk with all that bulk?" Su Ming simply sat on the ground, supporting his chin with his hand and chatted with them.
"Never date superheroes, just want someone handsome and strong."
"Right, especially not anyone who joined a circus in their childhood."
Daisy shook her head first, her face full of worldly looks. Bobbi also immediately stated that a future marriage partner won't be an Avenger.
Then the two sighed, their eyes burning as they looked at Deathstroke, as if issuing a silent invitation.
Seeing the two women's gazes, Su Ming sighed, the air under his mask hissing: "It seems I can't keep hiding at this point..."
Su Ming slowly raised his hands, placing them on his mask, just as they thought Deathstroke was going to take off his helmet...
He suddenly!
His hands swooped down, pulling out a watermelon from his waist pouch and placing it on the ground between them...
"Alright, playing connections, seduction, provocation, tried them all, but wanting to see my real face? Still no chance, have a watermelon, sweeten your hearts so they won't be bitter."
Su Ming clapped his hands like General Jin, demon-like laughter emanating from under his mask. Seeing the two women dumbfounded, then revealing angry expressions, he thought female agents can be quite fun sometimes.
"Ahem, done with the catching up?"
Coulson still had a smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Quake and Mockingbird clearly wanted to extract Deathstroke's true identity, but unfortunately, they were seen through.
If they knew Deathstroke's true identity, it'd be like solving a century-old mystery, delivering this intel to Fury would definitely earn them huge credit.
Unfortunately, they not only failed to see Deathstroke's true face but also got played, spilling loads of future intel. The two focused on the goal, again ignoring the time-space swap agreement; haven't they realized this is the Deathstroke from 1956?
Having said so much about the future, now there's no credit, they should first go apologize to Fury when they return.
So exhausted, leading a team is really hard.