The Kun-style fighter slowly and steadily landed on the shimmering lakeside, and the airflow blew into the dense woods. The lifting gangway at the rear of the plane descended, and Skye, carrying a luggage bag, walked off the plane behind Colson.

The scenery of this place is really good. The lake water is as clear as a mirror, and there is a mysterious white mist floating on the lake. The trees on the lakeside are lush and rustling in the breeze, like singing a pleasant lullaby. The wind passing through the woods gently caresses the lake surface, and the blue waves cover each layer, like turquoise silk.

Just by the lake, there was a wooden hut built with a simple and compact structure, which was a good place for vacation. But Skye didn't have the mood for vacation at all. She followed Colson toward the small hut, thinking about the big people who have been successful and have been isolated from the world since then. She felt that she was developing in such a way.

"This was once one of Director Fury's seclusion sites, and I haven't been here for several years." Colson led her into the house and placed her backpack on a wooden table.

Skye looked at the environment in the cabin: "Fry is not like the kind of person who hides in the cabin and relaxes. So where is this?"

"The safe house for the supernatural people," Colson explained, "Captain America had been here for a few weeks when he had just thawed."

Skye knew that Captain America was the super idol that Colson admired the most since he was a child. He mentioned the captain, hoping that this would make Skye feel better for what he next, but this did not help.

Skye took a deep breath: "Okay, but is the 'safe house' to make who feel safe? A psychic person? Or is it someone else around?"

"There are both." Colson paused, "Sky...I'm afraid I'll have to forbid you from taking any more field missions."

"I understand." She said softly.

Yes, she understands, but what's the use of understanding?

These days she has done her best to pretend that everything is normal in front of others, but she can't deceive herself and say that she doesn't care at all. ASUSHIELD was her home, and Agents of SHIELD were the most meaningful identity in her inexplicable life.

But now she is about to lose her identity, and not only that, she has to be locked in this small cage with pleasant scenery. She suddenly feels like the werewolf that is about to attack on a full moon night. Once the attack period comes, she has to be isolated and can only be taken back after returning to normal.

Oh, and she didn't know if she would be taken back.

Colson comforted, "You won't be alone here."

"Is that right? I don't think it looks like a neighbor here."

"There is a direct video communication line here and the base. Mei will come to see you once in a few days."

"So what should I do here normally? Fishing?"

"If you're ready to go out, be careful," Colson said. "There's a circle of laser fences in the nearby area."

Skye had nothing to say.

Great, there is also a laser fence. How can this place look more like a cage?

Colson reached out and pressed on her shoulder: "Look, this place is safe, you can completely relax and don't think too much. You can fumble and learn how to control your abilities. Everyone is looking forward to you coming back to the front line."

"Yeah, I understand." She nodded.

Colson finally hugged her and then left. Skye lay outside the window glass, staring blankly as the Kun-style fighter jets by the lake took off, and rose into the sky with the rumbling roar. She looked up and looked back until the black fighter jet turned into a small black dot in the distant sky.

"Okay, Skye." She turned around and looked around the things in the humble hut and said to herself, "Welcome to the first day of isolation."

At night.

The blurry afterimage wrapped in the burning flames and broke through the atmosphere, roaring and falling down. The flames dragged behind it drew a long arc, as if cutting the night sky in half.

It continued to accelerate and dived into a dense forest among the mountains, releasing an astonishing impact when it landed. The dazzling flames rushed up high, and the hot impact tore apart the tall giant trees like a destruction, and the thick trunks fell one after another in the thick dust.

The smoke gradually dissipated, the flames were burning hideously, and the tall and burly shadows slowly walked out of the huge pit, and stood firm on the mound that was pushed out by the impact.

It was a big guy wearing a shiny black armor, wearing a long black suit. His skin was weird and dark blue all over his body, with a formidable face. He was carrying a heavy battle axe with complex structures on his shoulders, and the edge of the axe reflected a sparkling fire, as if he was a strong man who came out of some myth.

He took out a small instrument and placed it flat in his open palm. It was a gadget like an electronic compass. The moment the switch was activated, a fan-shaped screen with an obtuse angle in the center of the circle popped up. A virtual pointer on the screen turned left and right as if it was pulled by something.

The pointer quickly locked in some direction.

The blue-skinned big guy narrowed his eyes and stared in that direction for a moment. He put away the instrument, picked up the battle axe, and walked into the depths of the dense forest.

***

After working with several robotic arms for most of the day, Michael finally completed the arm armor on the right forearm part of the expected vibrating armor.

At this moment, he was putting on the arm armor and conducting various performance tests. He tested the output, activity, whether the energy supply pipeline is operating normally and the energy transmission efficiency. In the end, the performance data feedback from the arm armor was quite satisfactory.

"The arm armor works well, but it's best to do some debugging on the receiving port." Michael took off his armor and put it back on the laboratory bench. "Record the experimental data, we can almost start preparing the assembly of other components."

"No problem, sir." Shirley said, "By the way, Miss Maximov has received your gift. She left a phone message saying that she hoped to thank her in person, and expressed her apologies for the last inappropriate remarks. Do you need to call back?"

"No, mark the message as read." Michael said lightly, and he had begun to draw up the design drawings for other parts of the armor.

However, not long after he reopened, Shirley had to interrupt his progress.

"Sorry to bother, sir, but I'm afraid there's another urgent message here you'll want to pay attention to," she said. "A Sky Sword satellite used for deep space exploration just monitored UFOs coming from outside the sky and just entered the atmosphere a few minutes ago."

Michael stopped the work at hand.

"You mean aliens?"

"The satellite track mark shows that the other party is from outer space, the signal and any frequency known to the Earth are not matched, and it is impossible to get in touch. So if you ask me to speculate, yes, I think that might be an alien."

Michael took off his work protective glasses and stood up from the side of the laboratory bench.

Interactions related to aliens may be the most worthy of serious consideration in the world. Considering the various devastating disasters from aliens that the Marvel World Earth might have faced, it is not an exaggeration to handle alien events.

"Do you need to send a nearby Tianjian team to dispatch?"
Chapter completed!