The Reincarnation Passing by Marvel

Chapter 235 Pandora's Box
"Who else could it be?"

Natasha Romanov said: "Before you were injured, one of my mission targets is now known as the most powerful man on earth—Wang Lun."

"So, you are under his influence?"

Clint Barton boldly guessed: "Are you admiring or falling in love with him?"

"Please!"

Natasha Romanov said: "People like us, who do we worship? Or are we qualified to like someone?

and many more.

When I say this, I don't mean that if you don't have the current status, you are qualified to like someone.

It's just that, based on past experience, it's hard for me to like someone, and I dare not like someone. "

"Natasha, the more you talk, the more it shows that you have a story in your heart."

Clint Button said: "What happened to people like us?
It is precisely because people like us cannot be easily emotional, once emotional, it will be even more out of control. "

He watched the black spots in the sky getting bigger and bigger, and said faster: "No matter what the reason is, even if we can't be together in the end, we must act faithfully to our inner voice and never regret it."

"Clint, you really have a bonus effect in playing the role of a bosom brother."

Natasha Romanov smiled: "However, you should take the time to find one for yourself first."

As she said that, her expression tightened, and a shadow passed over her head, but the visitor from the universe had already arrived.

Under the excited or vigilant eyes of everyone on the deck, the Mirano looked like a giant eagle with spread wings and colorful wings.

When it "clawed" landed on the deck, everyone saw it more clearly:
The shape of this spacecraft is particularly in line with human aesthetics, and, in terms of local structure and shape, it can be said that the models of the air forces currently in service in various countries are somewhat similar to it.

Especially the "Eagle Head" part, the transparent glass-like cockpit, even if you can't see the inside because of the height and angle problems——

However, there is a Quin-jet fighter parked not far from the deck. At first glance, two aircrafts, one large and one small, are juxtaposed together. It is easy to misunderstand that they are "half fathers" with different ages. fellow brothers.

This discovery made many people look at each other in blank dismay, suddenly a little suspicious: whether this is a genius who has developed another black technology and came here to make an international joke for everyone.

"I was in a hurry just now, did you notice, did Coulson contact the headquarters?"

Natasha Romanov stared straight ahead, leaned to the side, and asked in a low voice.

"should not."

Clint Barton's pupils seemed to be focusing, expanding and shrinking.

Like Natasha Romanov, he stared at the Milano and refused to look away.

"Are you worried that he made things bigger and ended up with an own incident?"

"No, what I'm worried about is that Coulson will meet an acquaintance later, so, will you pretend that you haven't heard what I said before?"

"..."

While the two were communicating quickly, there was movement on the Milano spaceship.

The cockpit slid open, and a figure wearing a metal mask, tall and built, dressed like a normal human flew out of it.

"Not the one you said."

Clint Button immediately said.

He judged from the size of the unknown visitor that this person was not Tony Stark who had dealt with Phil Coulson.

"That's not much better."

Natasha Romanov said: "I'm pretty sure that only Earthlings wear this kind of virtue."

Phil Coulson took a few steps forward, and when he saw the other person landed on the ground, he pressed his ear. Immediately, the mask flickered and disappeared, revealing a "familiar" face.

"Humans? Earthlings? Aliens?"

he probed.

"I know you speak my mother tongue."

The visitor pointed to the skin on the right side of his neck with his left hand and said, "But, because of the translation machine, I'm sorry, I'm used to it, and I can't find a sense of identity."

He looked around, showed a friendly smile, and offered his hand, "Peter Quill, you can also call me by my nickname—Star Lord."

"I'm Phil Coulson."

Phil Coulson looked at each other quietly while talking.

Judging from the information revealed in the conversation just now, the other party is probably from Earth, but...

"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., and on behalf of Earth, I welcome you home.

By the way, where did you come back from? "

"Oh, it's okay if you don't mention it. As soon as I mention it, I remember it. I have to get down to business first."

Peter Quill said, "Wait for me, I'll get you something."

After speaking, propelling flames spewed out from under his feet, and he flew back into the cockpit like a fish swimming.

There was some commotion in the crowd, but they all calmed down under the appeasement of their respective chiefs.

Phil Coulson didn't wait long, only about half a minute, Peter Quill returned the same way, with an extra black box in his hand.

He handed the box to Phil Coulson, "Someone entrusted me to send this box to Earth, to the first compatriot I saw.

Coulson, I have to say, you are lucky to meet me. "

"what is this?"

Phil Coulson was a little confused by his act of giving gifts as soon as they met, but his excellent quality still made him react quickly.

The box in his hand is quite heavy, and the object inside—some kind of alien technology?

"A power battery."

Peter Quill said: "The box outside is an isolation device, so you'd better not open it unprepared—if you don't want to rush into an interstellar war."

"What do you mean?"

Veins protruded from the back of Phil Coulson's hand carrying the suitcase.

"literal meaning."

Peter Quill said: "Don't worry about how it came about, in short, this is the core technology of a bunch of die-hard guys.

Once they know that the technology has flowed to places like the earth, then, hehe..."

"Such a dangerous thing!"

"It's only relative, isn't it?"

Peter Quill interrupted: "The opportunity has been given to you, how to grasp it is your business, and I am not your nanny.

What's more, I also explained the precautions in advance. You must know that such good things are not common in the universe. "

Phil Coulson was about to ask, but he heard: "Okay, my task is done, and it's time to say goodbye, bye."

After speaking, Peter Quill repeated his old trick and flew back to the Mirano. Immediately afterwards, the spaceship started up, floated in the air, and left everyone's sight.

The entire process took less than 5 minutes, and everyone on the deck was still dreaming—is the first intimate contact with an alien visitor just like that?

Eyes glazed over, or wandering, or contemplative...

Wait, what is the officer holding in his hand?
Isn't it dreaming?

Phil Coulson also wanted to know if he had been hypnotized or immersed in a virtual scene.

However, the heavy object in his hand was a clear reminder to him - all of this is a reality that happened just now!
(End of this chapter)