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"The mystery is revealed..."

"For decades, your organization hid in the shadows, concealing the truth, but now we know, they..."

"Right next to us!"

"Heroes... and monsters..."

Accompanied by the narration of a female voice, the New Mexico incident, the Harlem incident in New York (the battle between the Hulk and the Abomination), and the Pegasus project, etc., related images of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s highly confidential projects were all on the screen one by one. Present.

With a "swish" sound, Coulson, standing in the center of the strategic planning room, turned off all the videos on the screen.

Except for Melinda May, who was flying the plane, all members of the special team led by Coulson gathered in the strategic layout room in the upper part of the cabin for the first mission briefing meeting since the team was established.

Noticing the confusion on the faces of Ward, Fitz, and Simmons, Coulson began to explain to everyone:

"The video just now is a small gift given to us by a hacker group called "Rising Tide"."

Ward, who was crossing his arms, frowned slightly and asked with some confusion:

"Rising Tide Organization? I have dealt with them in previous missions... But how did these hackers get this information before us?"

"Just like cracking our RSA encryption system, they are very powerful."

"Recently, according to engineers in the technical department, there was a gap in our data flow. Perhaps this is why they were able to invade our system and obtain these confidential information..."

After listening to Colson's explanation, Fitz, who was standing aside, holding a small notebook and recording something, suddenly sighed in a low voice:

"Wow, it turns out that the Rising Tide Organization is so cool, I almost want to join them..."

Simmons, who was standing next to him, heard this and immediately poked him with his elbow, reminding him in a low voice: "Fitz!"

"I mean, almost..."

Glancing at the whispering science duo, Coulson continued:

"Since the Rising Tide Organization wants to lure us out, let's let them succeed once!"

Hearing this, Ward, who had been listening to the mission briefing attentively, suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Do you want me to eradicate them?"

However, facing Ward who was eager to try, Coulson's expression was a bit surprised and disgusted.

"Wow! Of course not, I need to use them to find this person!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Coulson was seen operating on the virtual tactical table, and an image popped up on the screen in front of everyone.

"This is?!"

In the video, a blond man wearing a hooded shirt was seen in an empty square. Surrounded by many gunmen in black, he used extraordinary strength and means to break out of the encirclement.

After pausing the video being played, Coulson explained to several people with a solemn expression:

"This is an unexpected incident that occurred at the Place de la Nation in Paris, France, twelve hours ago. The man in the video is our mission target this time!"

"As you can see, this man seems to be a superpower with abilities beyond ordinary people. But, look here..."

As Coulson operated, the image of the blond man's right hand in the video began to gradually enlarge, and the number of frames gradually became clearer.

When Fitz and Simmons saw the blond man's right hand clearly, they both showed excited expressions.

"This is?!"

"That's metal?!"

Even the calm Ward frowned, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes.

I saw the blond man in the image, and the exposed palm of his right hand was actually a mechanical hand full of metal texture!

"Look at his left hand again. In comparison, you should know what this means..."

Before Coulson could finish speaking, Fitz and Simmons replied in unison: "Cyborg soldier?!"

"That's right!" Coulson gave Fitz and Simmons an appreciative look, and then continued: "If we guessed correctly, this man is a cyborg soldier!"

"Like the well-known super soldiers, the cyborg soldier project is also a scientific research direction that countries around the world have always wanted to make breakthroughs. After all, it is easier to make significant progress in the research of cyborg limbs than the super soldier serum that is difficult to replicate. . And this world will never lack ambitious people who want to use weapons to conquer the world..."

Pointing at the blond man and the man in black with a gun in the image, Coulson's expression sank and he said:

"Behind a cyborg soldier who was surrounded and suppressed, and a mysterious force of unknown origin who dared to use firearms in public, there must be a truth worth pursuing!"

"And I'm thinking that as long as I find this man, maybe everything will come to light!" At this point, Coulson paused, spread his hands, and continued:

"However, it is very regrettable that because the hair blocked his face, we were unable to use the facial recognition system to track the man's identity. Not only that, after this video, the man seemed to have disappeared from the world and will never be found again. There is no trace of him..."

"Then what are we going to do?"

Colson casually touched the cuffs of his suit, showing a confident look:

"For some reason, the hackers from the Rising Tide Organization got this video one step ahead of us. So, we first went to meet the Rising Tide Organization, and then we used these pervasive hackers to find this man!"

Listening to the certainty in Colson's tone, Ward couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked:

"Sir, you mean that you have found members of this rising tide organization?"

"Yes, even though they were very well hidden, they still accidentally left clues when they cracked our internal encryption system."

Moving his gaze to the window of the plane and looking at the clouds in the sky outside the window, Coulson couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

"And we are on our way to meet them now!"

. . . . . .

Located in California, in a street corner and alley in downtown Los Angeles, Skye is sitting in front of a computer in a blue van, reciting lines full of chuunier feelings with an intoxicated look on her face:

"How are you going to find us? From the air? Or from the ground?"

"How are you going to silence us this time?"

“The truth rides on the wind and is everywhere.”

"You can't stop the Rising Tide Organization, you won't find us, and you won't see our faces, but there is no doubt that we will rise up against those who hide the truth from us, and nothing in the world can...can't stop me..."

Just when she was immersed in her own world, there was a "click" and the door of the van was suddenly opened!

Coulson, with a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, and Ward, who was wearing a pair of sunglasses and pretending to be cool, were standing at the door of the van.

Skye, who looked embarrassed, calmed down his expression, slowly turned his head, and made a familiar face:

"Hey! How are you doing?"

The next second, Skye's eyes darkened...