"That, boss."

Tianjian Headquarters and Commander-in-Chief Office, Wanda hesitated for a moment and spoke.

"I seem to be a mutant."

"oh."

Wanda was stunned.

"Boss, are you not surprised at all?" she said wonderingly, "Don't you at least ask if there is any evidence or something?"

Michael gently moved his finger away from the transparent screen hanging in front of his desk and looked at the surprised little witch.

"I knew it a long time ago," he said calmly, "not only you, but also Pitro and are mutants. I had seen your genetic test results early in your joining Tianjian and found that you both carry very active x genes in your bodies."

Wanda opened her mouth wide.

"You have always known this, then why don't you tell us??"

Michael glanced at her and said indifferently: "You have never asked."

"What you said is that it's not this question, right? You know that we are mutants, but you never at least ask us when you recruit us, right?"

"Is there any need?" Michael's tone was still calm. "Whether it is a mutant or a abilities enhancer, is there any difference in this kind of thing? You have potential, I have a crush on your talents, so I recruit you, that's that simple."

He paused, raised his head and looked straight into the little witch's eyes.

"Don't think too much. It doesn't matter what the source of ability is, but you are you, you are the Scarlet Witch, one of the people I trust the most, and this will not change anyway."

Wanda was stunned for a moment, her lips opened slightly, but in the end she closed her mouth without saying a word, and her expression became a little subtle.

Michael dragged the floating screen back in front of him, just blocking his face.

"Okay, if it's just these things, you can go back." He said impatiently - it sounded like he was deliberately impatient, "I still have a lot to be busy with as you see."

"Yeah." The little witch nodded gently. She obediently retreated to the door, stopped before leaving the door, said "Thank you" in a voice that was so light that she could hear almost no matter how hard she had given her trust to this person, and then disappeared outside the door.

The office door was locked again. Michael did not continue to bury his head in his work, but instead threw the floating screen in front of him aside and leaned into the chair, as if it was just a prop for decoration.

Shirley appeared on the seat opposite the table, and the image of the virtual girl was lying in the chair, with her hands resting on the back of the chair, and her delicate chin was resting on her back.

"Hey, the boss is really. Now there is nothing to do, but I deliberately say you are very busy." She chuckled and said, "I am the one who is really busy."

Michael's face did not change, his fingers crossed: "I just need personal space to think."

"Yes, you're the boss and you have the final say." Shirley quipped. This almost began to become her catchphrase.

She shook her head, her long virtual hair hanging down from the side of the seat, almost touching the floor.

"But, it's not that I want to evaluate your approach. I'm just curious." She paused and showed a puzzled expression, "You designed me to observe and learn from humans. And according to my observations of everyone so far, I found that humans, at least most of humans, are all living animals. I found that no one can exist alone from the group, and even the most introverted people always have to connect with others.

Even if occasionally, some people will live in their past, become withdrawn and no longer connect with others because they fall into an unexplained past. Such people often have unforgettable connections with their lost relatives, friends or lovers. In the final analysis, it is the connection with others that makes them extreme.”

She paused for a moment and put away her joking tone.

"But I found that I found that you, boss, have never established a really close connection with anyone else," she said. "Boss, it is better to say that the boss only communicates with others at the lowest limit, but seems to be deliberately avoiding further connections with others. In my opinion, Miss Maximov should be the closest to a certain border, but you also seem to be avoiding unnecessary communication with her."

"Because that's not necessary," Michael said calmly, "because there is a lot more to do than these unnecessary things."

"That's right." Shirley thought something and seemed to understand a little.

The display screen that was thrown by Michael before suddenly jumped out again, and the map automatically popped up in the screen, with a big exclamation mark hanging on it.

Not just this screen, but all projection devices in the office are turned on as if they were out of control at the same time. All devices also cast transparent floating screens, and a different map pops up in each screen, with a red exclamation sign representing a dangerous alarm. The "beep" alarm sounds one after another, and they are superimposed and echo in the office.

Michael frowned: "Sherley, what's going on?"

"Assault alarm." Shirley's expression became serious and she changed into a correct sitting position. "Something suddenly broke into the atmosphere and launched an attack of a huge scale!"

"What's the location?"

"The enemy is unknown, but giant warships and a large number of combat machines have already landed in the city and downtown area! The location is the entire earth!"

New York City.

The overwhelming enemies, unprecedented science fiction-style spacecraft, giant machines with weird shapes, and countless human-shaped combat machines that jumped out of the block from the spacecraft and machines to the block. The entire army seemed to have really rushed out of nowhere without any warning, and suddenly swept across the entire city.

They cover a huge range, and according to witnesses on the street, these things jumped out of thin air. They appeared in a dazzling white light, and their firepower was extremely fierce and nothing could stop them. When people came to their senses, the whole city was already trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

Naturally, the Avengers were dispatched at the first time. Their goal was to aid the people, and they quickly guided the people to evacuate while fighting the ubiquitous robots on the street. But even these ordinary machines that looked the most like soldiers were not as easy to deal with as they looked. Their steel shells were surprisingly hard, and their most conventional weapons were exaggerated. The first robot team encountered by the Avengers on the street made them into a tough battle.

But like every day encounter with the Avengers, their situation seems to only ever go from bad to worse.

They were still fighting with the group of robot warriors on the street, and their heavy steps slowly approached from a few streets away.

It was like a drumstick hitting the drum surface, but the drum surface was the street itself where they stood. With every sound, the slag on the ground would splash and tremble in everyone's heart.

The outline close to twenty meters high appeared from the corner of the street. The heavy machine with a golden shell was equipped with two heavy cannons that were intimidating when they were moved. When they moved, they were covered with the sound of metallic devices scratching.

Spider-Man, who was squatting on the head of a robot and wrapped the spider web around the head of the machine, stopped involuntarily, stared blankly at the big guy who was slowly approaching, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Stark? You must have such a big set of armor, right?"

The face under Tony's mask twitched.

"After today, I will definitely get this kind of trick."
Chapter completed!