New Staff of S. H. I. E. L. D.

"Hey, Wesley Gibson, nice to meet you." Wesley went up to shake hands directly. The other party gave him face and did not refuse, nor did he coolly ignore him.

"I've heard of you. Agent Phil Coulson introduced you. I saw the last mission briefing." Maria Hill said with a smile.

"Really? It seems a little unfair. I don't know anything about you. How about we have dinner tonight?" Wesley was ready to ask him out for dinner.

"Sorry, I'm leaving New York tonight."

"Oh, what a pity. I don't know when we can meet. Maybe we can exchange phone numbers. As a newcomer, I always need some special guidance." Wesley kept his charming smile.

"That's fine, but now that we're in the archives, you need to complete your information registration first."

"Oh, it's so short, but don't you have all my information?"

"We don't have your fingerprints, retinal records, DNA records, dental records, and so on. These have to be registered."

"Are you sure? Then all my things have been exposed. Does that big guy want to register?" Wesley felt a headache coming on. Was he really here to be an agent? Wasn't he going to join the Avengers?

"That is Captain America. You have heard of him, right?" Hill said directly.

"Yes, I read a comic about him when I was a kid, the first superhero in the United States, but how should his age be counted?" Wesley's words made Hill laugh.

"You're very interesting. He finished registering while he was asleep. Don't worry, your information is top secret. That's why I came to register you." Wesley understood this time. Hill was one of Nick Fury's most trusted subordinates, and she was one level higher than Phil.

"Understood. Come on, I hope you can remember me deeply. By the way, remember to exchange phone numbers with me when you finish." Wesley liked Hill. Compared to the old Black Widow, he liked Hill more. He just didn't know how old she was now and if she had a boyfriend.

After leaving a large number of records, Wesley was officially given an ID, but the rank of the agent on it was blank. "Why didn't you fill in my rank?"

"This will only be filled in after training. Let's see how strong you are. However, you can only fill in until you become a Level 3 Special Agent. Then, you will need to slowly advance. Special Agent is not such a simple profession."

Wesley breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that. At last, he didn't have to be an intern agent. Third-class agents were not bad. Look at the American drama SHIELD. Sky, who wasn't even a first-class agent, entered SHIELD headquarters in such a tragic way.

"Okay, I have confidence in myself. But when will I have the honor to treat the beautiful lady to a meal?" Wesley still did not give up.

"Well, that depends on the time. When you come to Washington headquarters, and when you have the chance. After all, I have been there." Maria Hill said with a smile, and Wesley was shocked. "Don't worry, I think it will be soon."

Then Maria Hill brought Wesley to the third floor of the building. This was a training base with firearms, equipment, tracking, anti-tracking, and many other training programs. This was just a part of it. In view of Wesley's shooting skills, he skipped the firearms training and started learning other things.

Maria Hill, on the other hand, left directly after leaving her phone number and went back down to meet Nick Fury. "How was it? How was Wesley's attitude and mood?"

"Not bad. He's very studious. And he exchanged phone numbers with me. He's really handsome and has a charming smile." Maria Hill said directly without any shyness.

"Well, you can try to get along with him. He's still a millionaire," Nick Fury said.

"What do you think will happen when he sees Natasha?" Maria Hill asked.

"What's wrong? Are you starting to worry?" Nick Fury asked in surprise.

"Wesley has never lacked a girlfriend in his records. His handsome face is very lethal to women."

"That depends on him." Neither of them knew that Wesley did not think highly of Natasha Romanov, especially her nose, which took up too much of her face, and she was dozens of years old. Although she had always been so young for special reasons, Wesley could say that his taste was not strong at all.

The first day had been a simple understanding, and training would not officially begin until the next day. Wesley had left in his sports car. He had driven directly to the flower shop. It was still early, so he had come directly here, and he was still dismantling the renovations of the past.

"Back so early today?" Carlos asked.

"Tomorrow is the official start. After the end, there is an assessment. There is hope to directly become a level three agent, but it is probably just a small role. In the future, you will have to rely on merits to upgrade, but this is more interesting," Wesley said. "How is your place? Is the supply done?"

"Yes, it's done. The source of the goods is the flowerbed in the suburbs. Send flowers every morning. This is very convenient. Although the price is a little expensive, it's not a problem in this position. The people nearby can afford it."

"That's good. Have you started looking for employees?"

"It has begun. There are many applicants, but they know too little about flowers. Such people are not suitable to work here."

"Good. You're starting to look like a boss. It's only afternoon. How about we go see the yacht?"

"Sure, take your car." They got into the Audi R8. Wesley started the car and went straight to the yacht company. There are many yachts in New York, and many of them sell yachts.

The Yacht Private Club (NYYC) in New York was not only a place for yacht lovers to meet, but also a good place to buy yachts. Wesley and Carlos came here and were warmly received, because every yacht was not only sold for money, but the usual maintenance and maintenance cost a lot of money, and every member was a fortune.

"How can I help you, gentlemen?" The person who received them was called Ross. The people here need to find their own clients. Whether it is for sale or maintenance, it is all money.

"Buy a yacht, then rent a berth and arrange for maintenance. I think you know this very well. We are only responsible for choosing the yacht and paying. You will do the rest. Is there a problem?" Wesley said directly.

"Of course there's no problem. Please follow me. Now we are going to see the model and data of the yacht, because it is very difficult to see the real thing. Most of the yachts are customized. Although the specifications may be the same, no company has produced the finished product here."