The soldiers were in high spirits and took the initiative to carry the supplies.

The official supplies do not include tobacco, alcohol and other consumables, but the staff carry some with them, and they are not low-end goods that can be bought in Barrow Town, but fresh gadgets brought from outside.

As a small place where no one pays attention, Barrow Military Base does not have so many rules.

Even large military bases cannot prohibit private transactions.

Everyone rushed forward one after another.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Colson turned a blind eye to the soldier's reaction, walked straight to David, smiled and shook hands with him: "Sir, you look familiar, have we met somewhere?"

"I was one of the people who sent things before. Maybe we have met before."

Without changing his expression, David looked at the man in front of him and suddenly said: "My name is David, what's your name?"

"Phil Coulson."

Colson's smile deepened: "Nice to meet you."

"Me too."

David laughed too.

I finally meet you, the leader of the Marvel Newbie Village.

It stands to reason that meeting Coulson means that the novice protection period is about to end, and another corner of the big map of the Marvel world has been opened before our eyes.

For David, Coulson's appearance is exactly what he needs.

After all, if you want to deal with the Cobra organization and completely destroy an undersea base, you will need Coulson's high-level agent authority as a confidant of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.

After the handover of supplies was completed, the group left temporarily.

A few hours later.

In the early morning, the city of Barrow is still bright and in the extreme daylight stage.

Barrow spends nearly three months every year in polar night without daylight, and more than two months in polar day without darkness. Abnormal weather conditions account for almost half of the year.

Local residents have long been accustomed to it.

During this time, most people at the Barrow Military Base were asleep, with a few people on duty.

David and several members of the Cobra organization who transported the goods reopened the warehouse with the help of personnel inside the military base.

They generously transported out the supplies that had just been delivered to the military base warehouse, without encountering any obstacles in the process.

I only spent a few cartons of cigarettes and a few boxes of wine.

It’s as simple as using cans to exchange for planes locally after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

"If we put the things in and transport them out, won't we alert the people at the base?"

David looked at the man next to him, quite surprised, and asked curiously: "Why don't we just send the things to the base?"

"This batch of goods goes through the military material channel, so the items must be put inside for circulation and let the Barrow Military Base handle it. Otherwise, the military's bills will not be reconciled, which will increase the risk of exposure."

The man smiled and said: "As for the consumption of supplies, do you think these soldiers really care?"

"Not to mention that there are our own people in the base, but to say the least, even if they find out that we are transporting things in and out, they will at most think that we are reselling things to people in the town... Do you think they are selling things to people in the town every month?

Where does the extra pocket money in the bank account come from?”

A rhetorical question answered David's doubts.

This is plundering the wool of capitalism.

The approach is obviously unethical, but very advisable.

David smiled and followed the group of people to load things into the truck and then started the truck. However, when he was about to leave the military base, he was stopped by the soldiers on duty at the gate.

"What's wrong man?"

The man driving the car looked surprised: "It's me. As usual, half of this batch of goods belongs to us."

"Fake, don't try to bribe me!"

The soldier blocking the door spoke righteously: "Unlike you traitors, I am loyal to the country!"

"Don't be ridiculous, man, we're just selling something to improve your life, aren't we?"

The man thought the soldier was joking.

The voice fell.

Whoosh!

A heavily armed combat team quickly sprang out from all around.

The dark gun was pointed at the truck.

The man in the driver's seat, as well as several other members of the Cobra organization in the pickup truck, suddenly changed their expressions and realized that something was wrong. They and his group had been shot.

Coulson and Morbius stood at the front of the battle team.

The former sighed: "After staying in Barrow for so long, I never noticed that someone in the base colluded with outsiders to resell supplies..."

"No, it's not as simple as reselling supplies."

Morbius retorted and explained: "There is an amazingly powerful terrorist organization lurking near the North Pole. They call themselves Cobras. And these people you see come from Cobras."

"So, David is here just for the cobra?"

Colson touched his chin, without any surprise in his tone, as if he had expected it.

He recognized David when he saw him at the base a few hours ago.

Previously, when Coulson recruited Morbius, he had read all his information and had a full understanding of his situation.

David Fisk, as the nominal boss of Morbius, is an inescapable character in Morbius' life experience, marking Morbius's transformation from an ordinary scientist to a so-called superhero.

Without David, Morbius would have been able to remain a "mouse" until now, operating in the shadows and never being able to clear his name, let alone be regarded as a superhero by the media.

Years of experience as an agent have allowed Coulson to reach the pinnacle of facial recognition skills.

He can recognize everyone he meets.

Naturally, they include the impressive David Fisk, a magical figure who has various identities such as a college student, a gang leader, a business owner, and a killer.

"Yes, David was framed by the leader of Cobra, Rex Lewis, saying that his actual identity was the international criminal Dr. Mann, and therefore he was hunted down by the special forces."

Morbius did not doubt the authenticity of the matter at all, and stood up for David: "In order to clear himself of suspicion, he is going to fight Cobra to the end...I will definitely help him."

David has been chased to the North Pole. If you even doubt this, are you still a human being?

After Coulson noticed something strange, he took advantage of the gap of a few hours to learn about David's situation.

Although the incident happened suddenly, SHIELD still obtained some information.

Coulson confirmed Morbius' statement.

In addition, the materials at the Barrow military base are suspected of being resold...

Coulson was even more certain that there was really a terrifying terrorist organization hiding in the Arctic Circle not far from Barrow, and its tentacles had already reached out to the United States - Cobra.

Colson looked solemn.

Within a few moments, the Cobra members who were smuggling supplies had no room for resistance and were captured.

But when the soldiers approached David, they were waved by the latter indifferently. The soldiers who were trying to capture him staggered backward one after another under the influence of a huge force and became unsteady.

The remaining people couldn't even touch the corners of David's clothes.

Suddenly he was shocked.

"Run away!"

Seeing this, the captured Cobra members were overjoyed and shouted: "Leave us alone, leave quickly!"

"You are truly loyal to Rex."

David looked back with a strange expression, and with a group of soldiers waiting in full formation and dozens of guns aimed at the dark muzzles, he calmly came to Coulson and Morbius.

During the process, Coulson stopped the soldiers' actions.

"Don't shoot."

After a pause, when David came to him, he said again: "One of our own."

"That's right, one of our own."

David smiled.

One of our own?

The captured Cobra members were dumbfounded.

God knows how much hurt these words have caused them.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were dumbfounded, their faces were filled with expressions of disbelief, and the area of ​​their psychological shadow was incalculable.

"Fake, David, how dare you betray us!"
To be continued...