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In a secret underground base, Coulson skillfully passed the identity verifications one after another, from face shape, irises, fingerprints to blood, and finally completed the routine security inspection, proving that he was indeed himself and not someone else. Mess in disguise.

Then he turned left and right in a large closed passage, swiping the ID in his hand again and again, passing by colleagues who were in a hurry, and finally found his destination, an office. His immediate boss, Nick Fury, is waiting for him.

"How are you feeling, Coulson? Do you have any suggestions for the security measures of this new base?" Nick Fury was very patient. Although he had been waiting for a long time, he calmly asked other topics first.

"The security measures are quite strict, but to be honest, I feel it's a little cumbersome. It would be better if it could be more convenient." Coulson was much calmer in front of the "ferocious-looking" old officer than in front of Zhang Fan. , The one-eyed vision that used to be a bit irritating is now inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Fury was a little curious about Coulson's gaze, but he didn't care too much and said to himself: "Now is a special situation, and security measures must be appropriately strict.

Mutants who had been dormant for many years suddenly became active. Professor supervision of order;

The good news is that the mutant problem has always been mainly the responsibility of the military, and we can't really get involved. The bad news is that they always mess up, so we must always be ready to wipe the ass of those idiots in the military. I hope You can understand the importance of this. "

Coulson laughed dryly and said in a complicated tone: "If I hadn't seen the satellite footage and the threat analysis report of the research laboratory with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to believe that manpower could actually achieve this level of walking humanoid nuclear weapons. That’s all, but fortunately they are hostile to each other, and one side stands on a peaceful stance.”

"No, they are not as absolutely opposite as the outside world thinks. In a sense, they reach the same goal by different routes. At least, the battle we observed was a tacit exhibition match between them, used to show themselves to the outside world. The power and presence is a warning to all.”

Fury described his judgment with great certainty, and said with certainty: "Magneto's sudden attack destroyed the entire Xavier School, but there was not even a single casualty. Professor Magneto was also allowed to leave easily, and no one was injured in the entire fierce battle except for the stray cats and dogs in the school;

More importantly, during the period after the X-Men appeared, their technicians attacked all satellite communication facilities and erased this part of the data, allowing either of us to have any idea what happened during this period. I don't know anything. Professor X would not be so impulsive if it was not necessary. "

"Mutant exchange student, Xincheng Middle School." Colson suddenly seemed to understand something, and then said: "They may have reached a cooperation to promote exchanges between mutants and ordinary people. Maybe there are other purposes. That person The principal should be a key part of the plan and the previous battles only paved the way for that."

A trace of satisfaction flashed across Fury's darkened face. Subordinates who could cooperate in a timely manner when the leader was showing off were always pleasant to him, although this could not shake his rock-like determination and determination to be promoted. A salary increase is of no use.

"If the matter at Xincheng Middle School hadn't become a big deal and gotten out of control, I really wouldn't want to have rash contact with this principal. Otherwise, if I were to be blamed, a crazy Professor When his parents died unexpectedly a few years ago, he caused a lot of trouble;

I have already read the evaluation report you submitted. You have a pretty good impression of him, and the danger level of the evaluation is not high. And he knows that you are an agent and actively invites you to be a school teacher. He seems to be magnanimous. I’m not worried about you seeing any problems, it’s interesting.”

Coulson's face froze, but he was not happy about this at all. He smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, with daily contact and understanding, his danger level has plummeted. Even if there is a problem, we can quickly detect it. It was solved in time, but it was equivalent to me taking on a part-time job as a nuclear bomb quality inspector."

"Don't think about the salary increase. Allowing you to accept other part-time jobs in addition to your duties in SHIELD has already violated many regulations. Besides, if you work part-time, you will have an extra income. I must take care of everything. Human feelings.”

The black-faced "Braised Egg" recalled the promotion application that Colson had just handed in, and decisively blocked the possibility of a "salary increase." He changed the topic and ordered: "Since the situation is still under control, , just continue to implement it according to the original plan. Next, you need to seize every opportunity to figure out their accurate and specific plan as soon as possible. The more detailed the better, and at the same time, you can properly express SHIELD's goodwill."

Colson: ""He is indeed a pragmatist. He doesn't recognize anyone when he puts on his pants.

In a beach house in New York, the spacious basement is divided into two parts. On one side is a high-tech private luxury machining center, and on the other side is a suspended fireball that burns stably out of thin air without any fuel. The two are full of fantasy. In comparison, it is particularly interesting.

"Oh my God, your existence is a serious provocation to human science. It's incredible."

The owner here, Tony Stark, was fiddling with various instruments with the help of a semi-intelligent robot, conducting multiple statistics on this unscientific fireball, and exclaiming from time to time.

"Without a brain, without cells, without bioelectrical changes, how do you think? How can your consciousness be stably preserved in the flame and continue to operate? Especially the lossless transformation between the body and the flame. The most incredible thing, well, may be the transformation from matter. Transformed into an inactive state of energy, of which flame is only an external manifestation."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here to ask you to analyze my weaknesses and help me try my best to overcome them and prevent them from being targeted by others. I'm not asking you to open your eyes and then be a passerby responsible for exclamation. Please be serious, okay? good"

The outer flames of the big fire ball caused the air to tremble regularly, making an unhappy sound belonging to Zhang Fan, spreading in all directions, and solemnly warned: "Also, don't think about letting me satisfy your weird research desires, otherwise there will be consequences conceited."

Immediately, a torrent of flames poured out from the big fireball, instantly turning half of the basement into a sea of ​​​​fire, but the boundaries were clear. No wisp of flames crossed the invisible dividing line in the middle and damaged the other half of the mechanical equipment.

"Amazing control ability." After Tony cheered, he raised his hands very wisely and expressed surrender with regret on his face. "Okay, unless you agree, I will never do any experimental research on you. I will only analyze your weaknesses." ”

"Not bad, a wise decision." Zhang Fan shook the fireball body with satisfaction, sucking the sea of ​​fire back into his "belly" like a whale sucking water, but his figure didn't grow at all.

"Well, can you give me three hundred milliliters of blood? If not, one hundred milliliters is fine, at least ten milliliters." Tony suddenly came over with a stern look on his face and asked for "experimental materials" openly.

Well, I did ask for advice first, there's nothing wrong with it.