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In the quiet church, a man and a woman sat side by side on chairs, looking at the statue of the crucified Jesus in front of them.

Not a word.

They were in silence, digesting the news they had just received.

After a few minutes, the woman spoke again.

"Chief, the turtle is dead."

Her voice is nice and familiar.

A small blue flower was pinned to her ear, and the petals trembled gently in her ears, conveying news from the front line.

She is the organization's intelligence expert - Elf.

The elf is young, only in his early twenties, with beautiful burgundy wavy hair, wearing glasses, a very upturned nose, and a few cute freckles on his cheeks.

She lowered her head, feeling sad for her companion's death.

The man sitting next to the elf was wearing a priest's attire, with a solemn face, slightly pursed lips, and mixed emotions in his eyes.

He is the leader of this mysterious organization.

The leader sighed, closed his eyes, and recited biblical proverbs in a low voice, praying for his fallen companions.He raised his right index finger, a little golden light appeared on the fingertip, and slowly wrote the turtle's real name in mid-air.

As the last stroke falls, the chanting of the verses is completed.

"Waiting for the success of the plan, the world will always remember your sacrifice and contribution."

The leader exhaled at the names in the air, and they turned into golden light points again, floating into the sky, as if they had entered heaven.

While the leader was reciting scriptures, the elf kept clasping her hands. After watching the golden light disappear, she finally plucked up the courage to say: "SHIELD, Zhang Ming and those superheroes are more powerful than we imagined. It’s much more powerful, maybe… we should stop.”

"Are you afraid?" the leader asked.

"I'm scared. The turtle is dead, and the next step may be cutting. What about the next one?" The elf raised her head. She had a pair of beautiful emerald eyes, and now her eyes were filled with fear for the future.

She continued: "I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die. You are all the most precious friends to me. If you hadn't been by my side during my most difficult time, I might have chosen suicide in despair. We are all good people, and initially we just wanted to do something for this society... Why did we get to this point?"

The elf covered his face.

The broad and warm palms gently hugged the elf's shoulders, bringing a little comfort to her trembling heart.

"Do not be afraid," said the leader, "God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind."

"1 Timothy 7:[-]." The elf said the source of this famous saying.

"This is the work God has given us. Don't forget, all of us signed our names and dedicated our hearts to a common purpose. This is an honor and a responsibility."

After a long time, the elf nodded silently and buried his sadness in his heart.

The leader patted the elf on the shoulder, "How about cutting now?"

"Still on the run."

"Do you think he can come back alive?"

The elf didn't answer the question.

The leader sighed again, snapped his fingers and said, "A pigeon carrying a schoolbag."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pure white pigeon flew over from the blind spot of his sight, screaming "coo", carrying a mini schoolbag that fit the size of a pigeon on its back.

This is not the first time that the elf has seen the leader's ability. She is a powerful superpower in her own right, but every time she sees the leader, she doesn't have to do anything. As long as she moves her mouth, all the things and creatures he needs will appear out of thin air. scene, the elves will feel as if they have seen a miracle.

Creating all things is an ability that only gods can possess. What's even more terrifying is that this terrifying talent is only part of the leader's ability.

It is because of him that the organization exists and the crazy idea of ​​changing the world comes up.

The chief touched the dove's feathers and said, "Go and find the cutter, and he will understand how to do it."

The little dove raised its wings and saluted the leader.

After watching the pigeon flap its wings and leave, the leader turned to ask the elf.

"What are Zhang Ming and the others doing?"

"Just refueled and about to take off."

……

"Gentlemen, sit still." Mei said to the cabin radio, then she pushed the engine and the plane slowly took off.

Colson and Fitz were eating dinner. The menu was simple, with only two choices:

Sandwiches with milk or leftover burgers from the morning.

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. sounds high-end, but in reality, life is not easy, especially when you are busy in the field.Not everyone is James Bond (007) and can still pick up girls after every mission.

Coulson took a bite of the fried egg in his sandwich and let out a contented sigh.After a busy day, this was his first serious meal. As he got older, his stomach no longer allowed him to continue eating irregularly.

"Where's Zhang Ming?" Dio came over and asked.

Colson pointed to the second floor. Because his mouth was full of food, he couldn't speak for a long time. Dio handed over the milk. He took a big sip before saying: "In the lounge."

"What is he doing in the lounge?"

It's not yet nine o'clock, so I shouldn't be sleepy so early.

Gemma on the side said with envy: "Angela heard about the riots of people with abilities around the world, so she called her specifically to see if he was injured."

"They made their relationship public?" Dio asked in surprise.

"Not yet, but...you know, Chinese people are more reserved." Colson said.

Dior shrugged. As a rich and handsome British gentleman, chasing girls is like breathing. He cannot understand emotions such as "implicit".

After waiting for another 10 minutes, he walked up to the second floor. Just as he was about to knock on the door of the lounge, Zhang Ming walked out.

"Did you finish the phone call?" Dio asked with a smile.

Zhang Ming felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, and asked shamelessly: "You want to see me for something?"

"There's something wrong." Dio put away his smile, "It's estimated that in a while, we will be able to catch up with the guy who can summon the invisible knife. I want to ask you something."

Zhang Ming looked at him, waiting for Dio to continue.

"I hope you won't take action and give me a one-on-one chance with him."

Dior's expression is serious and serious. He is a traditional British man who possesses many iconic British traits: he is fastidious, stubborn, a little old-fashioned in some aspects, and... he attaches great importance to dignity.

In the battle with Cutting, Dio lost, completely. If the opponent hadn't left in a hurry and waited for the sun to rise completely, he would have been reduced to ashes under the light of the sun.

This frustration tortured Dio's heart, and he had to defeat the opponent head-on in order to regain his composure.

Zhang Ming looked into his eyes and saw the persistence in Dio's eyes.

"I promise you, but I will keep an eye on him. If he thinks of any crooked ideas, I will rush up and cut him in half."

"Of course, I don't want to cause a disaster because of my impulse." Dio smiled again, "I've finished my business, and now it's your business."

"I?"

"When are you going to confess your love to Angela? She is a good girl. You have known her for almost a year. Be careful that she is snatched away by other bastards." Dio said with a smirk.

"Get lost." Zhang Ming's old face turned red.

Dio smiled and left, adjusting for the battle ahead.

Zhang Ming leaned against the wall, looking at the clouds passing by outside the window, thinking about Dior's words.He picked up his phone and the wallpaper was Angela's selfie.

Looking at her smile, the thoughts in his heart were gradually sorted out.

"Let's wait until this operation is over." Zhang Ming said to himself.

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