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Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Just when Frankie Burke doubted his years of experience as an insurance investigator because of this hammer that he couldn't handle at all, or even couldn't handle.
On the other side of the horizon, a convoy consisting entirely of Cadillac Escalades appeared not far away, and the smoke and dust raised by the full-size SUV quickly attracted the attention of Sherlock and Frankie Bourke.
In just a short while, the convoy arrived near Sherlock and parked neatly not far from the wreckage of Sherlock's vehicle.
A group of black suits came out of the vehicle and began to guard the surroundings. Frankie Burke didn't understand what happened, but Sherlock knew the identity of this group of people.
The reason is also very simple. Among these black suits, Sherlock saw an old acquaintance of his own, the village head of Novice Village, Agent Coulson with a worrying hairline.
Coulson also seemed to have seen Sherlock, and walked up to say hello to Sherlock with a smile.
"Meet again, Sherlock, we have met several times, you should know, Phil Coulson."
Unlike Frankie Burke, who was sweating profusely in the face of such a big scene, Sherlock seemed much calmer, reaching out and shaking Coulson.
"Of course, Agent Coulson, Uncle Tony was able to come back thanks to your help. By the way, why are you here?"
Facing Sherlock's question, Coulson's smile remained unchanged, but he answered Sherlock's question.
"We detected a strong energy fluctuation near this area. While we were investigating, I received a message from the headquarters saying that you were also nearby, and that the car was smashed by a hammer that fell from the sky, so we Just come and have a look."
For Coulson's explanation, although Sherlock had expected it, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he seemed a little unhappy and asked back.
"Are you spying on me?"
Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem very happy, Coulson quickly explained.
"No, Mr. Sherlock, you misunderstood us. We don't monitor your daily behavior, but report special situations. You know, since Tony was in danger last time, everyone around him is in our Focus on those on the list.
Don't think too much, Mr. Sherlock, it's just in case.After all, the incident with your uncle last time was really too big. "
Of course, Sherlock doesn't believe a single word of Coulson's explanation, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team composed of Black Braised Egg's skeptical character and Hydra can be said to have an extremely low limit.
Sherlock wouldn't believe that they were just trying to prevent danger. I'm afraid the greater chance was that he couldn't find out who the magician who fought the Iron King that night was from Tony, so he began to monitor the people around Tony.
Fortunately, Sherlock and Tony basically would not discuss any issues related to Sherlock's vest on the phone, which made the SHIELD helpless.
Nodding to Coulson expressionlessly, Sherlock didn't say much.
Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem to want to talk to him very much, Coulson turned his head and said to Frankie Burke who had been standing aside.
"Mr. Frankie Burke, I'm sorry, you can't disclose the photos of the scene to anyone. We need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. This matter has been classified as confidential."
Coulson's words successfully aroused Frankie Burke's anger again. The chubby Frankie Burke looked at Coulson like a wild boar and said.
"I'm sorry sir, which department are you from? I don't think I can act according to your intention. The property of my employer, Mr. Sherlock, has suffered damage. I need to bring back photos of the scene to help my employer, Mr. Sherlock. Mr. is doing insurance claims work."
As a veteran, Frankie Burke has encountered such a situation not once or twice, and he even encountered the situation where his employer hired some actors to pretend to be relevant people to defraud insurance.
In the Lighthouse Country, such a situation is not uncommon. After all, whether it is Fobo or the guys in Langley, they do have great power over some issues.
Coulson was not surprised by Frankie Burke's remarks, and showed his ID to Frankie Burke with a smile.
"Mr. Frankie Burke, this is my Fobo's certificate. We will issue you a statement, and you can take the statement to apply for insurance for Mr. Sherlock."
Seeing Coulson's seemingly fearless appearance, Frankie Burke was also a little hesitant for a while, took Coulson's Forbo ID, and glanced at Sherlock who was still standing there with a blank expression on his face. Only then continued.
"Well, I need to contact the headquarters to verify the authenticity of the certificate. If what you said is true, then Mr. Sherlock will still get the compensation he deserves."
After all, Frankie Burke didn't care about Sherlock and Coulson, and ran to the side alone and started making phone calls continuously.
Sherlock and Coulson just glanced at it and stopped talking about Frankie Bourke.
On the contrary, Coulson looked at the scene with great interest and sighed to Sherlock.
"Mr. Sherlock, judging from the traces at the scene, it can be said that your accident was extremely tragic. Your luck is really good. You didn't have any injuries at such a tragic scene."
Tianhe Coulson sighed, and Sherlock still panicked, but soon, a bold idea appeared in Sherlock's head, and he became more and more uncontrollable.
"No, my dear Detective Coulson, the reason why I was not injured is because I have some special medicines for special situations in my hands. The effects of these medicines are different, but without exception, the effects are very significant.
It can even be said that as long as there is still a breath, it can be rescued with enough medicine.It is precisely because of these medicines that I survived, although the side effects of these medicines are a bit weird. "
Sherlock's words successfully caught Coulson's attention. The two foxes had different thoughts, and Coulson even looked at Sherlock with a look of surprise and said.
"Really? Mr. Sherlock, can you show me these potions of yours? There is no mention in your information that you can make such potions."
Regarding Coulson's question, since Sherlock dared to say it for so long, he must have thought of a countermeasure, so he naturally took out a bottle of white moss potion and handed it to Coulson to answer.
"Of course, Mr. Coulson, this bottle is one of the medicines I made. Its function is to quickly treat trauma without leaving scars. As for why I made these medicines, I can tell you Only, these are all seen from a very old book.
To be honest, I didn't believe it would be true at first, but because of an accident, I had to believe it was true.
Oh, by the way, please remember that the side effects of this thing are completely random. The side effects of the same drug will not be the same for everyone, and even after the side effects are over, the side effects will not be the same when using the same drug. "
(End of this chapter)
Just when Frankie Burke doubted his years of experience as an insurance investigator because of this hammer that he couldn't handle at all, or even couldn't handle.
On the other side of the horizon, a convoy consisting entirely of Cadillac Escalades appeared not far away, and the smoke and dust raised by the full-size SUV quickly attracted the attention of Sherlock and Frankie Bourke.
In just a short while, the convoy arrived near Sherlock and parked neatly not far from the wreckage of Sherlock's vehicle.
A group of black suits came out of the vehicle and began to guard the surroundings. Frankie Burke didn't understand what happened, but Sherlock knew the identity of this group of people.
The reason is also very simple. Among these black suits, Sherlock saw an old acquaintance of his own, the village head of Novice Village, Agent Coulson with a worrying hairline.
Coulson also seemed to have seen Sherlock, and walked up to say hello to Sherlock with a smile.
"Meet again, Sherlock, we have met several times, you should know, Phil Coulson."
Unlike Frankie Burke, who was sweating profusely in the face of such a big scene, Sherlock seemed much calmer, reaching out and shaking Coulson.
"Of course, Agent Coulson, Uncle Tony was able to come back thanks to your help. By the way, why are you here?"
Facing Sherlock's question, Coulson's smile remained unchanged, but he answered Sherlock's question.
"We detected a strong energy fluctuation near this area. While we were investigating, I received a message from the headquarters saying that you were also nearby, and that the car was smashed by a hammer that fell from the sky, so we Just come and have a look."
For Coulson's explanation, although Sherlock had expected it, his eyes were slightly squinted, and he seemed a little unhappy and asked back.
"Are you spying on me?"
Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem very happy, Coulson quickly explained.
"No, Mr. Sherlock, you misunderstood us. We don't monitor your daily behavior, but report special situations. You know, since Tony was in danger last time, everyone around him is in our Focus on those on the list.
Don't think too much, Mr. Sherlock, it's just in case.After all, the incident with your uncle last time was really too big. "
Of course, Sherlock doesn't believe a single word of Coulson's explanation, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team composed of Black Braised Egg's skeptical character and Hydra can be said to have an extremely low limit.
Sherlock wouldn't believe that they were just trying to prevent danger. I'm afraid the greater chance was that he couldn't find out who the magician who fought the Iron King that night was from Tony, so he began to monitor the people around Tony.
Fortunately, Sherlock and Tony basically would not discuss any issues related to Sherlock's vest on the phone, which made the SHIELD helpless.
Nodding to Coulson expressionlessly, Sherlock didn't say much.
Seeing that Sherlock didn't seem to want to talk to him very much, Coulson turned his head and said to Frankie Burke who had been standing aside.
"Mr. Frankie Burke, I'm sorry, you can't disclose the photos of the scene to anyone. We need you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. This matter has been classified as confidential."
Coulson's words successfully aroused Frankie Burke's anger again. The chubby Frankie Burke looked at Coulson like a wild boar and said.
"I'm sorry sir, which department are you from? I don't think I can act according to your intention. The property of my employer, Mr. Sherlock, has suffered damage. I need to bring back photos of the scene to help my employer, Mr. Sherlock. Mr. is doing insurance claims work."
As a veteran, Frankie Burke has encountered such a situation not once or twice, and he even encountered the situation where his employer hired some actors to pretend to be relevant people to defraud insurance.
In the Lighthouse Country, such a situation is not uncommon. After all, whether it is Fobo or the guys in Langley, they do have great power over some issues.
Coulson was not surprised by Frankie Burke's remarks, and showed his ID to Frankie Burke with a smile.
"Mr. Frankie Burke, this is my Fobo's certificate. We will issue you a statement, and you can take the statement to apply for insurance for Mr. Sherlock."
Seeing Coulson's seemingly fearless appearance, Frankie Burke was also a little hesitant for a while, took Coulson's Forbo ID, and glanced at Sherlock who was still standing there with a blank expression on his face. Only then continued.
"Well, I need to contact the headquarters to verify the authenticity of the certificate. If what you said is true, then Mr. Sherlock will still get the compensation he deserves."
After all, Frankie Burke didn't care about Sherlock and Coulson, and ran to the side alone and started making phone calls continuously.
Sherlock and Coulson just glanced at it and stopped talking about Frankie Bourke.
On the contrary, Coulson looked at the scene with great interest and sighed to Sherlock.
"Mr. Sherlock, judging from the traces at the scene, it can be said that your accident was extremely tragic. Your luck is really good. You didn't have any injuries at such a tragic scene."
Tianhe Coulson sighed, and Sherlock still panicked, but soon, a bold idea appeared in Sherlock's head, and he became more and more uncontrollable.
"No, my dear Detective Coulson, the reason why I was not injured is because I have some special medicines for special situations in my hands. The effects of these medicines are different, but without exception, the effects are very significant.
It can even be said that as long as there is still a breath, it can be rescued with enough medicine.It is precisely because of these medicines that I survived, although the side effects of these medicines are a bit weird. "
Sherlock's words successfully caught Coulson's attention. The two foxes had different thoughts, and Coulson even looked at Sherlock with a look of surprise and said.
"Really? Mr. Sherlock, can you show me these potions of yours? There is no mention in your information that you can make such potions."
Regarding Coulson's question, since Sherlock dared to say it for so long, he must have thought of a countermeasure, so he naturally took out a bottle of white moss potion and handed it to Coulson to answer.
"Of course, Mr. Coulson, this bottle is one of the medicines I made. Its function is to quickly treat trauma without leaving scars. As for why I made these medicines, I can tell you Only, these are all seen from a very old book.
To be honest, I didn't believe it would be true at first, but because of an accident, I had to believe it was true.
Oh, by the way, please remember that the side effects of this thing are completely random. The side effects of the same drug will not be the same for everyone, and even after the side effects are over, the side effects will not be the same when using the same drug. "
(End of this chapter)
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