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The 750 fastball isn't really fast at all(3/3)

Failure to protect this mission is also part of his plan to plot against you."

Rumlow glanced at Coulson.

Coulson shook his head.

The specific content of the mission cannot be disclosed, even though Rumlow now has higher authority in SHIELD than Coulson.

But Coulson still wasn't going to say it.

It would be better to hide the side mission given to him by Nick Fury.

Just like the people in SHIELD still don't believe in the recently resurrected Coulson.

Coulson didn't completely trust Rumlow either.

"Bah! That's why I hate being an agent."

Rumlow left here directly carrying a pitcher of cold beer.

He still has something to do next.

"With a fastball, you still have a little over an hour to adjust.

If there is not enough time, shall I leave for Khanduras tomorrow?"

Colson said very gently.

This guy is very good at dealing with young people.

Coulson, who is good at approachability and communication, is still very charming as a leader.

"Do we need to start the mission immediately after we get to Khanduras?"

Kuai Qiu asked.

His mental state was a little better, even though he still looked a little sluggish.

"That's not necessary, but if you are in SHIELD, you can get a diagnosis from a professional psychiatrist."

Colson's answer was simple, even a little hurtful.

But young people can still accept this setback.

After all, the fastball is now out of its limit.

"Then let's go first.

After I get to Canduras, I'll see if I need to rest for two more days."

The fastball forcibly cheered me up.

"By the way, there seems to be a professional psychiatrist over there in Canduras.

He seems to be a psychiatrist too.

When it’s over, can I make an appointment for a diagnosis for you?”
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