"Security verification is passed, authorization level: highest."

The electronic locked door opened along the metal slide. When Michael walked into this special lounge, several super agents (and the quasi-agents) of Tianjian were chatting while dealing with the wounds left in the battle.

Seeing him come in, Wanda waved at him first: "You know, if we keep doing this kind of work... I would need a salary."

She had removed her red jacket and put on a black shirt. The sleeves on her right hand were rolled up, and white bandages were wrapped from her shoulders to her joints.

The door closed behind Michael and then automatically locked. The vibrator armor system stopped, the shell opened from the middle, and then closed automatically after Michael walked out of the inside.

The system of this lounge is completely independent, and only the four people present in the entire base know the identity of the commander. So only here will he remove his armor.

Michael glanced at her arm: "How are you?"

"I can't break it." Wanda twisted his shoulder joint unnaturally, "but it's definitely not much more comfortable."

Pitro behind her slowly raised his hand: "Is there any subsidy for fighting injuries? I think I must have the most." He was lying on the black leather armrest of the sofa like a soft drooping noodles, applying ice to his forehead. Finally, he was shocked too quickly by the discharged alien Lincoln and could not stop the car, and hit an iron box head-on.

"Thank you very much for standing up," Michael said to the few people lightly, "Your actions were very timely, and saved the overall situation and prevented the situation from deteriorating further. If you weren't there, the situation might have been a hundred times worse now. So first I have to express my gratitude."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, as long as there are subsidies and rewards, it's easy to say." Pitro lies on the armrest of the sofa, waving lazily, "and you say thank you sounds like a stylized official voice. If we didn't know that you're like this 'you all owe me money' tone all day long, you would have thought you weren't sincere."

"Because what I just posted is indeed the official statement," Michael said dryly, "and in my personal opinion, the team's performance did not satisfy me."

"What?" Pitro sat up, and the ice pack on his head slid.

Wanda also frowned: "We just relied on four people to block the number 50 superman."

"Almost blocked," Michael stressed, "and I settled them all by myself."

Not everyone can be a monster like you. Pitro muttered in his stomach.

But I only dare to think about it in my heart.

"Of course, you have done a good job at this stage. I just said that in my expectation you should have greater potential and become a better team. But thank you very much is also sincere," he paused, "This time it represents me."

"So," Gwen raised his hand, "does it mean I can join the field mission, too?"

Michael glanced at the Winter Soldier: "Sergeant Barnes has the final say in this part, you should ask for his opinion."

"She is not ready." Dong Bing replied without hesitation, not giving any face at all.

Gwen gave him a unhappy look, but he still refused to give up his request: "But I did a good job today, didn't I? I feel that I already know how to fight, and I can handle the task."

"But my expectation of you is not just learning to fight." Michael's tone was a little gentler. "I hope you can be competent for various types of tasks, adapt to various environments, and deal with various emergencies. I hope you can do more and better than Spider-Man."

"You mean...like a super spy?"

"Like a super spy."

"Okay." The girl pouted unhappily.

"There is nothing else to report, you can go back and rest in a while," said Michael. "Don't worry about what happened next, go back and wait for the next task."

"But their leader is still running, right?" Wanda asked. "We don't need to catch him back or something?"

"No." Michael shook his head, "Honey has messed with me, I'm more willing to solve this problem myself."

After greeting the team simply, Michael turned around and was about to return to his armor, but was stopped by Gwen.

"Wait a moment!"

Michael paused for a moment and looked at her.

The girl stopped talking for a while, as if she was embarrassed.

"That...the fireworks from my birthday last time," she whispered, "very pretty. Thank you."

Michael was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, talk about the watch you sent last time," Wanda also remembered something and said embarrassedly, "Although I don't have the nerve to bring it out, I am really happy and cherish it... I also left a message to express my gratitude last time, but you haven't replied to the message, so... well... I'd better say it in person once. Thank you."

Michael's expression was a little unnatural.

“…that’s nothing.”

He said, quickly retreating into the armor. The system activated, and the armor quickly returned to close after he entered, looking as if he didn't want anyone to see his expression.

"Go back and rest." He exited the room, the mechanized voice change covering his voice and tone, "I will notify you again if you need it later."

After the door closed again, Pitro stared at the door for a while, and finally raised his eyebrows.

"I said, am I the only one who has not received any gifts?"

After he said that, he immediately realized something and hurriedly turned to a cold metal-armed warrior beside him.

"Sorry for no offense. I mean... you don't look like you need something..."

Dong Bing glanced at him expressionlessly, stood up ignorantly, walked out of the door and left the room.

***

The beehive crossed its fingers in front of us, and placed its elbows on the dining table in the restaurant. She sat there motionlessly like an old monk entering a meditation, staring at everyone in the restaurant with a sinister look that seemed to be dripping water.

Sitting at the same dining table were Daisy, Lincoln, Gordon and Giera - the Inhuman who could move objects from a distance under Malik.

Oh, and Dr. Horton Radcliffe, a biology expert who was kidnapped by them from a certain institute. The poor old man tried his best to hide from the edge of the beehive's sight and almost kept silently reciting the mantra "can't see me" in his heart. He prayed that these guys would accidentally forget him when they went out so that he could escape.

Unfortunately, this is not likely to happen.

The hive had been in such a position for ten minutes, and the food in the plate in front of him did not move at all. His fingers were almost embedded in the flesh on the back of his hand, and his arms trembled slightly due to excessive force. Giera was sure that he had never seen this "God Lord" expressing any emotional fluctuations until he met the Black Knight. Now he seemed angry, irritable and unbearable... and even fearful.

Daisy put down the cutlery and broke the silence: "It's not a solution to continue like this. We have lost almost everyone, the enemy is unexpectedly strong, and we are not their opponents..."

"It's just temporary." The hive interrupted coldly, "but it's not over yet, there are other ways. We need more people, more companions... As long as there are enough Inhumans, we can still defeat that guy."

He turned his head and his vicious cold eyes shot straight at Dr. Radcliffe, who had been trying to disappear.

The doctor shivered all over.

"This part depends on you, Doctor." said the hive coldly, "The recipe you make should work as well as you said - turn ordinary humans into aliens."

"Of course...of course it works. You don't even see who I am... If I can't do it with my genius wisdom, then... then no one in this world can do it."

It's just that it works. Dr. Radcliffe secretly complained, but he didn't dare to reveal it at all. He was afraid that he would suck him into a person without thinking, just like he saw the other party doing to others with his own eyes.

Dr. Radcliff clearly knew that the formula he fooled into absorbing into the respiratory system would not have any effect except for causing people to sneeze a few more times, but he still had to yell in a crazy way that he was full of confidence. The so-called strong desire to survive was just like this.

But what should I do if the missile is launched into the sky and the formula doesn’t work?

Haha, God knows. Let’s talk about it then.

The hive snorted a low voice, then he waved his hand: "You go outside and wait for me."

Several people understood. They stood up from the table, walked out of the restaurant and waited on the road outside.

The hive stood up. He closed his eyes gently and slowly raised his arms. His weird movements attracted the attention of all other customers in the restaurant, and many people pointed at him.

Neither of them is aware of their upcoming destiny.
Chapter completed!