StarCraft breaks through American comics

Everyone rubbed their heads, "What's wrong with us? Benjamin? Why is there a swelling on your head?"

Benjamin, who was ridiculed by him, was of course not to be outdone. "I said Pearson, why don't you look at yourself? The bag on your head is shining on your bare forehead. How dare you laugh at me?"

"Ouch! My head hurts so much! Why do I feel like my hands and feet don't belong to me... Fake, when did I take out the gun?" There are many men who have no idea what they did during this time. Unaware, they only remember seeing a beautiful woman and having a dream...but have no memory of what they have done.

"The target has been captured and it can be confirmed that it has completely lost its ability to resist. You can move in to clean up the mess." Xia Yan held up the walkie-talkie Coulson gave him.

"Copy that. Everyone, good news. The trouble has been basically solved. Let's go in and deal with the aftermath. In addition, these people can be released later." He pointed to the two men and one woman who were cuffed.

Coulson decided to explain himself, "I'm very sorry, ma'am. We had to do this. An evil alien woman used magic to control your husband, and now she is helpless. The magic has failed."

"Why does she only control you men? What happened to us women?" Coulson was confused by a sudden punch.

Colson coughed uncomfortably, obviously confused by the opponent's random punches just now, "Sorry, madam, with all due respect, your man was controlled probably because he was greedy for beauty. Because of that dangerous man The alien fugitive, well, is more in line with our human aesthetics. In addition, according to the intelligence, the other party's ability seems to only be effective on men."

The other person was speechless for a moment, and the rest of his words were forced back.

But she soon realized, "I know! I know!...Humph, I knew that he must be like Clinton. A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."

However, her words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding soldiers. Even Coulson and Ward wanted to laugh. After all, the sex scandal of former US President Clinton has been basically known to everyone.

Although Clinton left a rare fiscal surplus for the United States, this did not prevent him from being ridiculed by everyone because of his sex scandal.

"Midgardians, if it weren't for your dirty tricks..." Lorelai blamed Xia Yan for her losses.

"You are self-righteous and think you can control me. I just gave an arrogant fool like you a surprise." Xia Yan didn't even look back. This arrogant attitude made Lorelei feel that she was being slighted. , very unhappy.

"Be honest with me and don't talk nonsense!" Sif was not polite to her at all and just kicked her over.

"This...is she controlling so many people in this town? Is she from somewhere in the Nine Realms?" Coulson looked Lorelei up and down.

"I'm so sorry. She is actually an Asgardian, but she was imprisoned for her crimes. But then she escaped to Midgard. I apologize to you for the damage she caused here. Her escape was our fault. A serious dereliction of duty." Sif bowed slightly to apologize.

"It's okay, Ms. Sif, you don't have to blame yourself. At least, she's in custody now, right? Thank you very much for your help." Coulson shook hands with Sif.

Sif pulled the tied up Lorelei to the middle of the street, "Goodbye Heimdall!" She raised her head and shouted to the sky.

Before he finished speaking, a dazzling seven-color light beam was instantly projected from the depths of the boundless universe to the surface, illuminating everyone's eyes.

When the light dissipated, both Sif and Lorelai were gone, leaving only a special-shaped scorch mark on the ground.

Not long after saying goodbye to Sif, Xia Yan was already on SHIELD's free flight back to New York.

It is true that some people from SHIELD will stay in the town for a while, but senior agents like Coulson definitely don't need to stay.

Dealing with the aftermath is the job of lower-level agents, they don't have to do it themselves.

"Director, he has always wanted to know what happened after Thor took you to Asgard."

"Then, do I have to tell him how many glasses of wine I drank and how many pieces of meat I ate in Asgard?"

"Well, that's not necessary..." Colson smiled and shook his head.

Xia Yan just shrugged noncommittally, "But when it comes to eating, Thor's appetite is quite big. Colson, look, this is your table." He pointed to the table in front of them.

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, "Expand the area of ​​this table by about 50%, and fill it with food so that Thor can eat it."

"Are you kidding? Although I heard that Thor eats a lot..." Fitz and Simmons couldn't believe this at all.

"Of course not. When he invited me to drink, I watched him finish it with my own eyes. In addition, I asked around when I was idle there. Even the most ordinary Asgardians have at least Three times that of humans on Earth. How should I put it? Humans on Earth may be the most vulnerable type of advanced intelligent life in the universe."

"So we need advanced technology and equipment to make up for our own disadvantages and compete with other aliens. After all, there are only a few people like Asgard who are friendly to us."

"Yes, yes, if we have the opportunity to enter the Moebius Foundation, can we have a technical exchange?"

Fitz and Simmons looked at him expectantly.

"It's not impossible to consider." Xia Yan pretended to be embarrassed on the surface, but in fact he was about to laugh out loud.

Fitz and Simmons are definitely the most powerful pair of technical graduates from SHIELD Academy over the years.

He had been planning to find a way to poach these two people before. To this end, he had arranged for the Black Widow to look for opportunities to pry, but he did not expect that now they would actually come to his door.

"Actually, I just need some equipment that SHIELD doesn't have to verify some scientific conjectures. It shouldn't delay your work, right?" Simmons added, fearing that Xia Yan would still refuse after thinking about it.

"Well, no...it's actually not impossible, but I have to spend some time to rearrange my work plan. I'll see when I have time. I will notify you then, just leave your contact information. Remember, it's out of date. No wait." Xia Yan hesitated for a moment, but still pretended to be embarrassed and agreed.

Hey, when you guys come, it won't be that easy to leave.

He planned to stay for a while and take advantage of the opportunity of Hydra to show his face to keep the two of them in an open and honest manner.

You see, S.H.I.E.L.D. is now falling apart, and Hydra’s undercover agents have not been cleaned up at all. Wouldn’t it be too long for technicians like you, who are relatively unskilled in fighting, to go back?

He also has plans for Hydra.

He plans to use Grant Ward to help him take over some of the legacy left by Hydra, such as the various special items that Hydra has transferred away from S.H.I.E.L.D. in various ways over the years.

And Professor Whitehall, the vivisection madman, must have a lot of secrets in his hands.

Use some special means to beat him more, and you won't be afraid that this guy won't confess.

By the way, he can also use his dog life to form a good relationship with the next life. I believe that Jia Ying would definitely dream of tearing this guy into pieces.

"Great!" Fitz and Simmons hugged each other happily.

They didn't know that Xia Yan had already laid a nest early, just waiting for them to take the bait.

After returning to New York, Xia Yan did not contact anyone else.

He contacted several members of the previous Rising Tide... no, it should be called the Red Tide organization now.

During this time, they have been secretly mobilizing the workers and instilling advanced ideas and revolutionary concepts into them.

What surprised them was that many of the young workers tended to dismiss this, and some even said they were going to report them, accusing them of being red spies for the development of a big eastern country (but this person wanted to report them) The scab didn't get a chance to snitch, so a ghost who had been watching secretly created a gas explosion and got rid of him).

Just kidding, Xia Yan didn't want the red seeds he had just sown to be strangled in the bud, so every time members of the Crimson Tide organization conducted promotional activities, there would be invisible ghosts secretly watching over them.

The reality they have seen is that those who are willing to listen to their propaganda and take the initiative to learn are often middle-aged and elderly people who have been mercilessly beaten by capitalist society.

But what disappoints Myerson and the others is that although these old workers who have experienced the tough times of the world can see clearly, most of them seem to be a little too pessimistic.

Decades of social beatings have allowed them to see clearly this ruthless capitalist world and become more sober. However, at the same time, all this has also sapped their fighting spirit and extinguished their revolutionary enthusiasm.

But compared to some young people, these middle-aged and elderly workers are already very good, at least they are willing to listen.

But as far as Myerson is concerned, he has developed quite a few young players.

They usually communicate through the darknet set up using the servers of the Moebius Foundation. This darknet system was obtained by him with great difficulty.

Xia Yan prepared a castrated version of the adjutant for this dark network. Although the computing power is far inferior to the adjutant carried by each battlecruiser, the core architecture and design advancement are still enough for it to beat almost everyone on the market.

The Dark Web is a dark corner that even SHIELD can't even imagine to completely monitor.

Another point that must be mentioned is that most of these new comrades are from the middle class or the petty bourgeoisie, and there is even one who is from a big financial capitalist on Wall Street.

They do not need to run for a living, they are unemployed and have more time to think.

They are thinking about dialectical materialism, Marxist philosophy, production relations, and the destiny and future of the American people.

The unique enthusiasm and ideals of young people made them betray their original class without hesitation and devote themselves to the cause of fighting for their ideals.

After receiving the report from Miles and others, Xia Yan was very satisfied.

He does not expect that imperialism, the most powerful and solid bastion of capitalism, can be overthrown in a day or two.

In this American continent, which is separated from Eurasia by two oceans, this is a relatively slow process.

Maybe when the Purple Sweet Potato Spirit was killed, it wasn't enough to start a prairie fire.

But that day will definitely come.

Long live the people.

……

years later.

Fury looked at Xia Yan with extremely complicated eyes, "So you were never on our side from the beginning?"

"Yes, the ideals and beliefs I have always upheld are very different from those of you remnants of imperialism."

Xia Yan shook his head as he spoke, raising his hand to signal the ghost agents surrounding each other to put down their guns, "I have always been on the side of the people, whether they understand me, support me, or recognize me, I am the same. Now, in your era It’s over, and the era that truly belongs to the people has begun. You are planning to serve as a shadow government for those monopoly chaebols who lie on the heads of people all over the world and suck the blood of people all over the world, the shadow government called Sichuan Bao (Sichuan Bao, my Sichuan Bao????) Are you going to be buried with him, or?" As he spoke, he pointed to the hanging decorations on the rows of street lamps in the distance, and then pointed to the red flags that were already flying everywhere.

"Okay, you win. Maybe it's time for me to retire, but this way is a bit..."

Xia Yan pointed to the decorations on the street lamps, "The librarian has long said that revolution is not a dinner party. They, and they, have sucked the blood of the people of the world for too long, and this is the price they must pay. .My patience is limited, and I hope you can make a decision before my patience runs out."

"Alas...this is the most difficult decision I have made so far..."

Of course, this happened later.