"I haven't seen you for a while, Eddie."

The bar owner put the beer mug filled with amber liquid on the bar and pushed it in front of Eddie.

Her name is Josie, she is a very "full" aunt and the owner of a bar that Eddie Brock loves the most. Once, he lost his job and ran away from his girlfriend, and his whole life became a mess. He spent most of the month in a row in this bar every day.

Eddie took the wine glass and laughed: "I'm a little busy lately.

"I'm glad to see you get busy again. I guess you've found something to do again." Josie wiped the glass.

"Yes, I'm back on the battlefield." Eddie took a big sip of beer and raised his glass, "Lucky me."

"Or journalism?"

"No, I changed it better this time."

Josie nodded with clarity: "I think so. You really look much better than before. The last time you came here, you looked like a bunch of X."

Eddie's face squirted: "...thank you for your concern."

The boss's wife put away the cup and walked away temporarily. Eddie sat alone at the bar and drank two or three glasses of wine until a woman sat down next to him.

"Hey, handsome guy, alone?"

Eddie turned his head and glanced. He must say that it was such a hot girl. She had long and beautiful hair, covering one eye, and she was wearing lipstick heavily, and her light green eyes seemed to be able to emit electricity.

"Mind that I'm sitting here?"

"Of course I don't mind." Eddie agreed. He thought that no man could refuse such a woman's request.

"But I mind." Venom said in a rough voice, "She made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe we should leave."

"Shut up and do the job, don't bother." Eddie scolded. He hurriedly explained as the girl raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Oh, not saying it to you. I'm just...uh, a little weird."

The woman smiled slightly: "I understand. Because of my work, I have seen various types of people, and people often have unknown personal habits."

“Your job is…?”

"Psychologist." The woman simply replied, "I am a psychologist. Based on experience, I found that some people who like to talk to themselves are often under too much pressure."

She blinked her light green eyes, and her eyes seemed to be about to emit water.

"You said me?" Eddie pointed at himself and waved his hand. "No, my situation may be a little...a little different."

The woman smiled: "Everyone thinks so, they will feel that they are different, but in fact, people are more or less similar. At least from you, I can see that this is not the true side of you, or that it is not the only side. I see that under this gentle appearance there is another you, a you who desire to be released and to be free, right?"

Eddie was stunned for a moment, and a darkness flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

"Are you sure...you're really just a psychiatrist?" He began to doubt.

"Are you really sure you are satisfied with your current state? Do you think this is your duty? Maintain world peace? Have you ever thought about it? Maybe..." She moved her body and stuck to Eddie like a soft snake entangled in her prey. "... Maybe you have something else to belong, you are destined to have another mission."

Eddie seemed to have a little confused thinking, as if he was drinking, but he hadn't drunk much. He shook his head dizzyly and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, his eyes had completely turned into a deep darkness.

"What you said makes sense." Eddie's voice changed and became heavy and rough as he spoke. "Maybe we should reconsider the issue of destination. Eddie is not here for the time being. Now, maybe we should talk directly face to face."

The woman smiled brightly, and she reached out and gently pressed her against Eddie's face like she treated a docile pet.

"I'm pretty sure we can talk," she said with a smile.

***

"Wanda's conjecture is correct."

In the conference room of the Tianjian Core Base, the team members who were temporarily staying at the base gathered. Michael stood in front of the 3D projection screen, and the screen screen showed an image of the Revenge Column brought back by Wanda and Daisy from the mission.

"I used the images and data you brought back for a detailed analysis and found that the fake Avengers' bodies were completely constructed by a coherent light source. In short, they are holographic images."

After a pause, he glanced at Wanda: "Cha feels very sharp and does a good job."

The little witch lowered her head unnaturally, but couldn't help but smile.

"But that doesn't make sense," Daisy asked. "If it were holographic images, they shouldn't hit us, right? I'm pretty sure these guys can touch them, and we've been very entangled for a while before."

"Is it because someone has cast a spell?" Wanda asked.

Michael shook his head: "At least as far as I know, there is no spell that can achieve such a function. These are puppets made of hard media light, and use an extremely advanced optical technology, but this technology should have only remained in the conceptual stage for decades. But if there is only one person in the world who has achieved enough in this field to perfect this technology, then it should be this person."

He made a gesture, suspended everything on the screen, and released the image of a middle-aged researcher.

"Arthur Parks, an expert in laser research and design, until he implanted himself with a micro laser diode and gained the ability to convert the body into the form of light particles. The codename is 'Laser Man'."

The picture is all over again, and the image of the laser person is changed.

"So," Daisy bit her lip, "Is this the person behind the scenes?"

"No, this only means that Parks is a participant in the program, but he is not a person with enough brains and courage to be the 'master behind the scenes'."

Michael said, reaching out and operating it in the floating screen a few times. This time the screen cut out was the Isle Island Prison a few days ago.

"Maybe you already know about the accident that happened a few days ago in the Iron Island Prison. Hades escaped from the prison, but I think he did not do it with his own strength. So I retrieved all the surveillance information in the area where Hades was located that night to check.

On the surface, all the video information before Abominable broke free from the cage seemed to be in no way. Until I used the magic scanning device to filter the images in his prison, and then this appeared."

The video began to regress from the scene of hatred breaking free from the shackles and blasting the cell, and it went back to the last moment when he was wrapped in shackles. The picture was frozen. A blurry shadow appeared on the white wall in front of him, and after the image was enhanced, it could barely be seen that he was a person wearing a purple mask.

Gwen narrowed his eyes and identified for a while, and asked in confusion: "Who is this?"

"Baron Zemo, a man who I thought had disappeared in the long river of history," Michael said dryly, "This incident is no coincidence. If I had expected it, Zemo was already preparing to declare war on us. As far as I know, warriors and witches from Asgard were gathered around him, a monster with the strength of Hulk, and a laser expert with the incarnation of light particles. He was undoubtedly gathering his strength."

"To deal with us." Pitro again. He looked up at Michael, "We won't just wait for them to do it again, right?"

"Of course." Michael said indifferently, "the power that Zemo gathered may be strong enough, but it still lacks in intelligence. He does not know his opponent enough, and he does not know what he has provoked."
Chapter completed!