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"Wait, wait... pay attention! That's the "Good Night" gun!"

"The gun is on my luggage and it can't be used. Besides, why did we name it..."

"The bullets are usable, non-lethal, have strong stopping power, and can split when lodged in subcutaneous tissue..."

"It also contains a dose of only 01 microliters of dendritic toxin, right? I'm not Hermione, so I won't use that to cause instant paralysis..."

"You should let me..."

"Those bullets..."

Bang!

Following a sudden sound, Fitz and Simmons, who were bickering, stopped their quarrel and turned to look at the entrance of the laboratory.

Ward, wearing a neat black suit and frowning slightly, just stood there like this, "Fitz Simmons?"

"He's Fitz."

"She's Simmons."

Fitz and Simmons pointed at each other and briefly introduced themselves.

“She specializes in biochemistry and I specialize in mechanical engineering.”

The place where the three people were standing was in the cabin of a large aircraft.

Many aircrews wearing red vests are loading some items needed for flight onto the plane...

"Agent Ward?"

Facing the slightly confused Fitz, Ward nodded very coolly, took out a communication device and handed it to the other party:

"Colson said that my communication receiver needs decoding. I don't know if you have dealt with this type of model before. It is..."

Before Ward could finish his explanation, Fitz used a small hammer to smash the communication device to pieces.

Watching Fitz's actions, Ward was immediately speechless.

Simmons on the side explained very enthusiastically: "It doesn't matter, he will reset the intrusion detection and identification system chip."

"In-ear communication no longer requires an external receiver..." Fitz added while holding a small chip.

"Then, how is it going to..."

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Simmons used a cotton swab to stir Ward's mouth several times.

"Embedded sensory silicone that pairs with your DNA is pretty cool, isn't it?"

Ward, who was eager to clean up the discomfort in his mouth with his tongue, had no time to answer.

Looking at the frowning Ward, Simmons asked with a smile in his signature British accent: "Are you excited to join us on our journey of exploration?"

“It’s almost Christmas!”

At this moment, there was a roar of a car engine, causing both men, Ward and Fitz, to turn around and look at the source of the sound.

I saw an old-fashioned car all red, driving up from the open rear door of the aircraft and along the pedals.

"That's one of Coulson's collection of SHIELD antiques, a flamethrower, the world's first global positioning system, and he's extremely obsessed with this junk..."

The car stopped and Coulson, wearing a pair of sunglasses, got out of the car.

A flight attendant wanted to go up to help and tie up the sultry red sports car, but Coulson strongly protested:

"Don't touch Lola!"

Seeing this scene, Fitz, who was standing at the door of the laboratory, immediately smiled stupidly, "He actually gave it a girl's name..."

Seeing Ward and Fitz standing at the door, Coulson took off his sunglasses and waved to Ward, "Agent Ward, follow me!"

Following Colson, the two passed the spiral staircase next to the laboratory and walked up to the upper part of the cabin.

While leading Ward through a public activity space, Coulson introduced the team's operations expert:

"This mobile command headquarters was operating at full capacity in the 1990s, but then we got the space carrier, so it was temporarily eliminated. It was not until a few days ago that it saw the light of day again."

"Don't underestimate it, it is a command plane that represents SHIELD's honor for many years..."

This large aircraft, which Colson calls a "bus ()," is a military armed transport aircraft modified from the Boeing C-17. It is equipped with six variable-direction jet engines and has vertical lift and landing capabilities. It is numbered "shield6-1" -6”

The lower part of the cabin is equipped with a large fully functional laboratory, garage and training room. In addition to the cockpit, the upper part also has a strategic layout room, an interrogation room, Coulson's exclusive office, as well as individual dormitories, public activity spaces, Living facilities such as small kitchen and mini bar.

In short, the interior space of this aircraft deserves its name "bus()"

And why are Coulson, Ward, and the science duo on this plane?

Everything goes back to a week ago...

. . .

A week ago, Coulson, who had just submitted his final report on the Tahiti plan, was called to the office by Fury and given a new task - to form a mobile command team!

This is a special team that only takes orders from Fury and is not controlled by other departments.

In many battles with the Security Council, Fury understood the truth. If he wants to do what he wants, he must get rid of the control of the Security Council!

On this matter of the Avengers Oversight Group, he did not express any opinion, but silently accepted the decision of the council.

That's because he made a deal with the Security Council.

And this special team formed by his confidant Coulson is the price of the deal!

The idea of ​​paying part of the supervisory power and gaining part of the autonomy was a good deal for Fury.

After all, under the supervision of the Security Council, if he wants to carry out some unknown tasks, he can only use all means...

However, this deal still gave the Hydra bosses in the Security Council, Malik and Pierce, an opportunity to plant a nail.

And that nail is undoubtedly the tall and muscular man standing in front of Colson at this moment, Grant Ward!

However, Coulson, who was thinking about how to knead the entire team together, had no idea about all this...

"This is your dormitory, if..."

Before Colson could finish speaking, a female voice took over his words:

"If you want to pack your things, hurry up. The plane will take off in five minutes..."

Melinda May, who was wearing a navy Aegis uniform, casually handed a document to Coulson as she spoke: "We may encounter members of the Rising Tide organization along the way..."

"Very good, we still have to hurry. After all, the journey is a bit long..."

Looking at Melinda May who turned to leave, Ward's eyes were full of surprise, "Is that... the person I thought of?"

"She's just a pilot." Coulson replied without looking up as he looked down at the document.

"Melinda May is just a pilot? Come on, sir, what the hell are you selling?"

"You'd better go put your luggage away..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Coulson walked to his exclusive office, leaving only a slightly dignified Ward standing there...