Chapitre 384: Chapter 383: Coulson's Visit
Nick Fury did not immediately give orders but turned to Hawkeye Barton.
"Hidan's displayed strength, what do you think it has reached? How does it compare to Charles Doyle and Tsunade?"
Barton pondered for a moment but was unsure.
"I haven't seen his true strength, but light weapons like pistols and assault rifles can't harm him. He's fast and powerful; the impact of the stones he threw is greater than that of a pistol."
"To attack him, it's best to use heavy weapons or even missiles to be safe, but the result might only be a corpse.
"However, small weapons would have no effect on Hidan and would only increase casualties in our side."
At this time, Coulson added, "According to Temari's information, the Hidden Steam Village is a small ninja village, and the ninja strength there is much weaker than those from the major ninja villages."
"Ninjas of the same level are no match for ninjas from major villages."
Hearing Barton and Coulson's words, Nick Fury thought for a moment and finally made a decision:
"Develop a plan for a large-scale capture. If we can capture him, good; if not, bring back the body. Barton, you go first with your team to confirm Hidan's whereabouts. Once you've determined his location, notify the headquarters immediately."
Nick Fury made up his mind.
If they were going to do this, they would do it decisively, mobilizing a force of 300 or more with heavy weapons, launching a simultaneous attack from land and air, even applying for long-range missile strikes if necessary.
"Coulson, you go first to visit Charles Doyle. On the one hand, ensure that the safety of Jane is completely handed over to them, and on the other hand, try to gauge his attitude toward this rogue ninja, Hidan."
"Yes, sir."
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The next day-
Coulson drove to the entrance of Charles's base in his own car. As soon as the car stopped, he saw several heavily armed men standing at the gate.
Before Coulson could get out of the car, a man with a gun approached him and said, "You can't stay here; please leave as soon as possible."
Coulson smiled professionally. "I'm Phil Coulson, a special agent from S.H.I.E.L.D., here to visit Mr. Charles Doyle."
"I would like to congratulate him on the completion of his base, and I also brought a gift he might like."
"Wait a moment!"
Hearing that the man in front of him came to visit Charles, the guard at the gate lightly tapped his Bluetooth earpiece and reported, "S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Agent Phil Coulson is here to visit Lord Charles."
"Okay, understood."
What happened at the gate was quickly reported to the control room of the base, and it reached Ginny that it was Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D that came to visit.
She instructed the Red Queen to transfer the monitoring screen at the entrance.
"It really is Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. I haven't caused trouble for them yet, and he has decided to come on his own."
Ginny spoke directly into the console's microphone: "Let him in, take him to the hall in the reception area."
Following Ginny's instructions, the guard at the entrance also received the order.
"Mr. Coulson, please get out of the car."
Coulson knew the size of Charles's base, and he was a bit surprised, "Am I not allowed to drive in?"
"Please get out of the car!"
Coulson picked up a briefcase from the passenger seat, opened the car door, and handed the car key to the guard.
"This is my beloved car. Please take good care of her."
The guard took the key, leading Coulson to the entrance of the base. At this point, two other guards came over, holding instruments, prepared to conduct a body search on Coulson.
But before the search, one guard spoke, "Please hand over any offensive weapons on your body. These things will be returned to you when you leave."
Hearing the guard's words, Coulson frowned slightly. How did Charles's base become so strict? Previously, when he was at the Agency, he brought grenades and firearms without any problems.
Coulson looked at the people in front of him, took a deep breath, and did not refuse their request.
Instead, he pulled out two pistols and several magazines from his lower back, took out two daggers from his sleeves, and retrieved several small bombs the size of bottle caps from his pockets. He placed all these items into the basket the guard provided.
Seeing the weapons Coulson took out, the guard's expression became serious.
Coulson smiled, "I'm a special agent; carrying some weapons is reasonable, isn't it?"
A guard with a scanning device scanned Coulson's body to ensure there was nothing else. Then, pointing to the suitcase beside Coulson, he asked, "What's in this suitcase? It needs to be opened and checked."
"This is a gift for Mr. Charles Doyle, energy block."
"Do you know what this is?"
Before the guard could say more, a voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece on his ear.
"OK, this suitcase is fine; no need to check."
He then nodded to the others, saying, "No problem!"
With that, a small door on the main gate of the base opened.
"Follow me, Mr. Special Agent."
Coulson followed the guard through the main gate and boarded a four-person electric sightseeing car, heading towards the distant buildings.
Sitting in the car, Coulson's gaze wandered around, observing everything. S.H.I.E.L.D. had only a rough understanding of this base. They had sent drones for reconnaissance, but they were shot down as soon as they approached.
Satellite photos were also not very clear, and Coulson could be considered the first person to enter the interior.
Looking at the visible huge lawn and security personnel patrolling everywhere, Coulson was quickly taken to the front of the base's main building.
At the entrance stood a hostess. Seeing Coulson's arrival, she immediately said, "Please follow me, Mr. Coulson!"
The guard who had driven Coulson in the sightseeing car left after turning the car around.
Seeing the hostess dressed as a service staff, Coulson nodded and followed her. They went to a sofa seat in the reception area.
"Mr. Coulson, you can sit here and wait for a moment."
"Do you need any drinks?"
Coulson sat on the sofa, placing the briefcase on the table in front of him. He then spoke, "A cup of coffee, thank you!"
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