Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 — S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Reinforcements

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S.H.I.E.L.D.’s reinforcements weren’t anything like they were in the movies, where help arrived within minutes.

After all, their current location was one to two hours’ drive from Los Angeles. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. had mobilized immediately upon receiving Nick Fury’s message and sped the whole way, the trip would still take at least an hour.

At this point in time, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t yet have luxurious rides like the Quinjet, allowing agents to fly wherever they pleased. Even the experimental model—the Quadjet—was still stationed inside the very air force base they were dealing with.

So Henry had plenty of time to finish roasting the deer legs and eat most of them. Then, together with the leftovers Katie didn’t finish, he dug a pit some distance away and buried everything. After that, he put out the fire and restored the surroundings to their original state.

Of course, Henry didn’t go to professional extremes—just a simple cleanup, leaving behind a few inconspicuous traces. If someone came to look, it wouldn’t seem too unnatural.

Only after all that did the tardy S.H.I.E.L.D. reinforcements finally arrive.

If the two people inside the base had been calling for help in a life-or-death situation, then at this response speed, they’d already be dead to the point their bones could be used as drums.

Perhaps because S.H.I.E.L.D.’s vehicles were so uniform—all black SUVs instead of colorful UN-style ones—Barbara spotted the approaching convoy from afar. She stepped to the roadside and waved.

Henry whistled once, signaling Katie to get into the back seat of the stolen old car and wait there, so she wouldn’t frighten anyone. Then he stood beside Barbara.

But the way those vehicles stopped was anything but friendly. They subtly blocked off possible escape routes, forming a loose encirclement around Barbara and Henry rather than simply pulling over.

Since this wasn’t a military unit, there were no crisp salutes. Barbara simply greeted the first agent to step out—a refined-looking, bespectacled senior agent with graying hair.

”Sir. I’m intern agent Barbara Morse. Agent Fury instructed me to wait here.”

Unfortunately, what Barbara thought was a show of loyalty was met instead with agents exiting their vehicles one after another, guns raised and aimed. Most remained silent, but one shouted loudly:

”Hands up! Don’t move!”

”Sir, what is this about?” Barbara demanded in shock.

By contrast, Henry cooperatively raised his hands. Otherwise, the muzzles were practically about to poke his nose.

The senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent adjusted his glasses and said calmly,

”Barbara, you are suspected of colluding with a criminal and conspiring to flee. The evidence is standing right beside you.

”For now, I’m placing you both in restraints and detaining you here. Once we rescue Nicholas, we’ll take you both away together. Someone, cuff them together.”

With guns trained on them, Barbara had no choice but to submit. Her arms were wrenched behind her back, and she and Henry were handcuffed together, back to back, with steel cuffs.

They were then forced to sit down on the spot. The position wasn’t completely immobilizing, but any movement would restrain the other person, making quick actions nearly impossible.

The commanding agent pointed at two people.

”You two stay behind and guard them. If they make any unusual moves, you are authorized to shoot on sight. The rest of you, get back in the cars—we still have to reinforce the base.”

”Yes, sir,” several voices responded as the agents boarded their vehicles. The replies weren’t perfectly synchronized, but their movements were swift and decisive.

Soon, only two armed agents remained, one in front of and one behind Barbara and Henry, guarding them as they sat on the ground.

As the vehicles sped away, dust filled the air. The most disgruntled was Barbara. Spitting grit from her mouth, she cursed,

”Fuck, fuck! Fury, that idiot—what kind of goddamn reinforcements are these?!”

”Calm down, intern agent,” said the younger guard facing her. Perhaps being more tolerant toward a pretty woman, he tried to advise her.

”If you maintain a good attitude, the superiors might go easy on you. Acting like this won’t help.”

”Fuck!” Barbara snapped. ”I’m still an intern and already screwed up this badly. Do you think I still have any chance of staying in?”

Bang!