High Magic Earth

In the pale room, a seemingly thin man seemed to be suffering from huge pain. He fell against the corner of the wall, twitching with convulsions, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his mouth was grunting. . ?　W.suimeng.lā

I could see that he was so painful that he couldn't even bear it, but he persevered without making a sound.

After a while, it seemed that his body had adjusted, or that the pain had occupied him. He suddenly got up calmly, instead of fighting that feeling, but picked up a sharp knife that had been prepared aside, and started desperately on the wall Engraved.

Like a great artist, you can create beautiful works smoothly without thinking.

A series of flowing engravings flowed out of his hands, sketching a strange pattern that was completely incomprehensible, but full of geometric beauty. The pattern gradually covered the entire wall, like a huge scroll.

Soon there was nowhere to be portrayed. Just before the sharp carving knife began to destroy other objects, the thin man suddenly stopped.

He seemed to wake up suddenly, panting with incredible gas, and staring blankly at the work he had done on the wall.

The next moment, he heard footsteps outside the door, and the door locks and passwords were unnoticeably pressed.

The man adjusted all the states at an incredible speed. He hid his hands and converged his expression. He always believed in the importance of details. Then he quickly pressed a few buttons on the instrument he carried with him. The wall was instantly covered. The thin white board for meditation conceals everything.

Then one second later, an Asian woman pushed in.

She silently took everything in the room quickly into her eyes, and then inadvertently swept the sweat on the forehead of the man, as well as a few drops of water and stone dust on the wall and floor that were difficult to detect.

After going through all the details in her mind, she asked quietly, "Are everything okay, Coulson."

"It can't be better." The thin man. . Phil Coulson, who is also the most unique in the style of S.H.I.E.L.D., took over flawlessly and said, "If you mean the comrades of the comrades, S.H.I.E.L.D. is destroyed. There are also Hydra lurking in these things."

"It can't be better, at least we are still alive, there is hope in life."

The Asian woman who had a deep understanding of Colson's ability to change topics and preaching ability was not fooled, but continued to stare at Colson. "You know what I mean."

Coulson also looked at her, as if thinking about something, and then after a few seconds, he took a deep breath and then sighed helplessly. "Okay Mei, it's really bad now, lack of manpower, lack of funds, lack of official procedures, everything is missing."

"It's really a ghost! When does SHIELD need official procedures."

May still didn't speak, but stared at him violently. Coulson didn't be timid and stared back fearlessly, seemingly conscienceless, and then at the next moment, May strode toward the wall.

Seeing her movements. Coulson hurriedly called, "Okay, okay, let me tell you, you first..."

But Mei was not interrupted by Coulson's words. Before he finished, Mei had torn the outermost camouflage of the wall with petite but powerful hands, revealing an incredible carving inside. Pattern.

Mei didn't seem to expect this kind of thing on the wall. She couldn't help but take two steps back, her eyes involuntarily began to look for a weapon that could be used for carving in the room.

table. . No way. table lamp. . No damage, no drawers, no, nothing available. That means. .

She turned her head to look at Coulson, and at this time Coulson had no choice but to cover it, and his hands covered with lime powder on the wall reached out, and by the way, put the carving knife into the suit, and then said, "Okay ... I said this has made a lot of progress than before. Do you believe it?"

"At least I already know what I am doing. It is completely normal when I enter the state... and my carving skills are greatly improved than before."

The ready knife already meant that Coulson knew her situation, so May went straight to the center, "How long has it been?" she asked in a low voice.

"It's been a while." Coulson shrugged. "The swordsman can't be trained in a day."

May directly ignored Coleson's sentence, and then continued to ask, "What is this."

"I don't know." Coulson still shrugged and replied without concealment. Indeed, he didn't know anything.

"But you just said..."

"I mean I know what I'm doing, sculpting." Coulson, with his usual cold humor, did not change his expression, as if wearing a smile mask.

May apparently would not accept Colson’s cold humor, or she did not like to laugh, she stared coldly at Colson, and Colson was stared a little by one of the best agents of SHIELD, Tie Qi cold.

Although the two are already very, very old acquaintances, Coulson still doesn't like to face May's cold face.

He was about to break the deadlock, but at this time, May suddenly spoke, with a trace of concern in his voice, "You need to stop."

Coulson wanted to continue to use his unique way of hacking, but the next sentence kept tumbling in his throat, rolling, and finally turned into another sentence, "I think so." He said.

"But I can't do it."

May apparently disagreed with this sentence, or that she didn’t think there was anything in the world that couldn’t be done. She took a step forward, preparing to tell Coulson her own way, but at the next moment, she stopped her steps because A strange news came from her snail contactor.

She gave Coleson a deep look, taking care of her old partner, and then walked out without looking back.

Coleson left behind in the room with a sigh of relief. Although she knew that May was well-intentioned, her cold face looked really uncomfortable. Even a good-looking person like Coleson who smiled at the face, she was a bit preaching to May. Stunned.

However, the two of them have been partners for a long time, and they know each other's concerns about themselves even if they don't say so.

"Escaped..." Coulson muttered with a smile.

But at the next moment, his expression froze, because May turned around and came back again, even for ten seconds, "I didn't seem to hide from it..." Coulson said to himself, But then he became serious because he noticed that there was a tablet in May's hand.

"You need to look at this." Sure enough, May strode over without surprise and handed the computer to Coulson.

Coulson still smiled. But his heart has been taken seriously, he stared at the big screen of two palms, staring at the video that was being put on it.

The content on the screen is simple and strange. Because it was a period of monitoring, and the person above was himself.

Coulson, who was under surveillance, stood in front of his office, probably subconsciously, inadvertently conducted anti-reconnaissance observations around and behind him, and then smoothly opened the office and walked in.

Seeing here, Coulson already knew what was going on. The base was invaded by people, right now.

Obviously, the person above was not him, because he would not enter an office in the SHIELD base and would need to conduct anti-reconnaissance.

And the agents responsible for monitoring in the base should not notice this, anti-reconnaissance? Perhaps their new director, adult, has some weird habits, then they pointed out that the special part of this monitoring is that they must have appeared in two different places, the time and place of the same base are different, and It happened to be discovered by the agents.

This chance is very small. But perhaps because Coulson was the director, the agent paid more attention to it, but at this time, Coulson did not want to pursue it anymore. He just wanted to say that it was beautiful.

But even so, he couldn't help but take the sentence, "Please tell me, this is just a replay."

"It's a pity, no." May added coldly, "This is real-time monitoring."

Colson nodded. Then he said calmly and calmly, "Don't disturb anyone, immediately block the base. You personally lead a team of people to arrest him. I'll go find Skye to lock him inside."

"As soon as I meet with you, he can pretend to be me, it is possible to pretend to be anyone, remember the secret between us."

May nodded calmly, then walked out quickly without a word.

Colson shrugged and closed the door. Immediately afterwards, the portrayal on the wall was too late to record, and I hope that the next time this state will not come too early, otherwise there will be nowhere to paint.

When Coulson was busy with Skye and himself, they were outside the director's office when May converged.

Although the base did not sound alarms, small-scale blockades and team movements started to alarm many ordinary civilians and agents, but here is the SHIELD. Even if one guy comes out one day called God, it will come out on the sidelines instead of making fuss. of.

Mei glanced at the wall powder in Coulson's hand, then nodded to him.

The target entered the office, but has not yet come out.

At the next moment, the two issued orders at the same time. The SHIELD tactical team was like a sophisticated machine. They immediately started running at full strength, covering, and assaulting. They knocked open the door in an orderly manner, locking the direction from which they could escape. And then burst into it.

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"nobody!"

"No target found!"

May and Coulson sounded a series of squads reporting instructions, but it was not good news.

The two held the pistols and entered side by side, and everything in the room was immediately visible. Although the new one moved in shortly, the office of Coulson was already familiar. He quickly compared it and found nothing lost or moved. local.

This wasn't right. Coulson figured it out in his heart, then suddenly frowned, "Box!" he said.

"What?" May didn't get it, but he could see Coulson's next move.

So she immediately withdrew all the tactical squad members. Only Coleson and May were left in the room. Coleson walked to the desk and operated twice, somewhere, and a small pop-up popped up on the table. Square body.

It slowly opened and opened a virtual screen that displayed a series of files, all of which were the most confidential information of SHIELD.

This was handed to him by Nick Fury. No one but the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. could use it. Although Coulson did not believe that the box would be broken, nothing in the office was moved unless the other party planned to come here. A tour, otherwise only this one is possible.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Coulson, who was quickly reading the documents, to change his face.

"Did you find something?" May asked.

"Yes, someone moved the 009 task file." Coulson said with an ugly face. "The Iron Man is dormant."

"What's that?" Apparently May was not the director, and she hadn't touched any word of what Coulson said.

Coulson did not answer, but was thinking. After two seconds, his years of agent experience immediately told him where the other party might be at this time. "Go!" he said quickly. "I know that his next goal may be Where is it."

He quickly put away the information box, the screen converged, the box returned to the cage, then retracted the table and disappeared. Coulson had rushed out of the room, and May and the tactical team followed.

The office that was looted twice seemed a little messy, but May didn't think so much, and beside Coleson, she was just thinking about what the words she had accidentally seen on the document before.

"...Unknown, Executive: Tony Stark."

. . .

Tony is missing, everyone knows the news, and this is also normal. With the swaying and annoying character of the playboy, it is no surprise that Mei was pressed to death in a sewer.

However, they are Iron Man and the accompanying bodyguards, which are not so easy to press, but it is strange that SHIELD and Stark Industry have not responded to Tony Stark’s disappearance at all.

It's just that none of this work has anything to do with Mei. It's not her responsibility, so she didn't pay much attention and pay attention to the intelligence and news in this regard, but now, it is obviously related to her.

Coulson keeps walking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with the tactical squad at the SHIELD base.

A variety of civilian agents and scientific researchers have evaded all the way. Simmons just went out and was nearly knocked down. Although the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s air carrier crashed, the thin and dead camel was bigger than a horse. Its base is still better than most intelligence organizations. And very dangerous.

Most of the things handled by S.H.I.E.L.D. are related to supernatural powers and mysterious items. Many of these things are temporarily stored in the base. Some of them burst out, and the damage is no less than conventional weapons. It may be even worse. .

May remembered the terrain and light roads inside S.H.I.E.L.D. in mind, and this was also a must-have ability for every qualified agent. She soon recognized that Coleson was leading them along the way.

This is an emergency route leading to the storage of those supernatural items.

It is still the most dangerous place among those things.

Not a weapon, nor a virus or radiation, but a door, an external communication room and a lot of equipment. I heard that the door connects other worlds, that communication room and equipment. . It also has the ability to communicate with other worlds. (To be continued.)