If You Don't Do Stupid Things, You Won't Die / Supreme Divinity

"There are dedicated game rooms, movie rooms, and card rooms; there are also saunas and swimming pools!"

"Last night, the villa's front desk specially ordered a lavish meal. I ate until I was too tired to walk, and then they dragged me back to bed."

It seems that Tony's arrangements for this local bigwig are quite upscale; all the food and drinks are on his tab, which saves him a lot of money.

Anyway, compared to what he did, it's only right that this guy shed some blood. Kevin smiled after learning that Sarah's condition had stabilized.

At this moment, the white-haired girl looked at the captain, who was munching on a few bites of a hamburger to stave off hunger, and felt a little regretful.

"It's a shame you didn't come! We just wanted a change of pace, so we ordered fried chicken outside. It's definitely not as good as the ones we had before."

"By the way, Captain, what were you doing out last night? You were so secretive, you didn't even come to pick us up at the airport..."

"There's something smelling on you, let me smell you..."

As they spoke, Kiana, full of suspicion, circled around Kevin like a puppy, sniffing the air.

Upon seeing this, Kevin's eyes flickered slightly, and he subtly stepped back, pulling out several beautifully packaged candies from the Void Rift.

"Is this the taste? I prepared this especially for you on the way..."

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the taste!"

As the colorful and obviously valuable item was stuffed into Kiana's arms, the white-haired girl nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, placing the gift into the Spatial Rift.

"Captain, everyone's busy with training. Are you coming back today?"

"I'm an administrator, not the captain of a team directly participating in the competition. Besides registration, I have many other things to arrange, so I probably won't be able to spare any time for the time being."

Kevin shrugged helplessly, gently stroking Kiana's head with his right hand, but his peripheral vision was fixed on a stylish woman in a black leather jacket who had parked her car on the side of the road.

"Alright, let's go back. I have some things to take care of..."

"Alright then, but you can't be absent from the competition!"

Kiana waved her fist somewhat unwillingly and reminded Kevin repeatedly. Kevin nodded slightly and watched the little girl step onto her skateboard and dash into the crowd.

After sending Kiana away, Kevin casually opened the car door, got into the back seat, and handed Natasha a chicken wrap and an unsealed can of cola in the driver's seat, asking her in a friendly manner.

"Did your boss make up his mind?"

"That's right, he's agreed to let you visit the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, but some preparations need to be made."

Natasha took the chicken wrap and took a few bites without any hesitation to fill her stomach. Clearly, these busy agents didn't have any fixed mealtimes and just made do with whatever they could find.

"I remember Nick as someone who wouldn't act without a clear objective. When did he become so agreeable?"

"So this 'preparation work' is mostly physical labor?"

Kevin narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat puzzled. When he opened the sealed bag of fried chicken nuggets, he saw that the amount inside had shrunk by more than half, and his lips twitched slightly.

No wonder you were willing to give me this! Turns out you ate it beforehand! Kiana, you glutton!

"Your deal is none of my business. I'm just a messenger. Whether you go or not is up to you..."

Natasha rolled her eyes in annoyance, feeling a prickling sensation at the fox's keen senses behind her.

"Go! Why wouldn't I go! I've been wanting to visit S.H.I.E.L.D.." for ages...

Kevin munched on fried chicken nuggets, leaned back comfortably, closed his eyes, and took a nap.

But after a slight jolt and a few turns, Kevin opened his eyes slightly, tapped his head with his right index and middle fingers, and whispered something.

"Hey old friend, this doesn't seem to be the way to S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Natasha calmly stepped on the brakes, pointed to the hotel by the roadside, and hummed a reminder.

"If you don't want the intelligence agents at S.H.I.E.L.D.. to know you just had a wonderful night, you'd better find somewhere to shower first..."

"In a place like that, if even the slightest scent is leaked, these flies can find out everything about you..."

Kevin's lips twitched slightly as he recalled the intimate moments he had with Saeko Busujima the previous night after he lost control of himself.

"Are all you women this perceptive?"

The man couldn't help but mutter to himself, and while Natasha was having breakfast in the car, he rolled down the car window.

"It's just about certain things; it's a gender-specific intuition, a sixth sense!"

"After you sneak a bite, remember to wipe your mouth. That's common sense, buddy!"

Natasha tapped her temple; a silent, unspoken exchange echoed between them.

Chapter 829 (Section 867) No zuo no die (If you don't do stupid things, you won't die)

S.H.I.E.L.D.., short for Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, is a special force within the International Security Council dedicated to handling various unusual events.

Its headquarters are located in Washington, D. C., while it has S.H.I.E.L.D. in several of its major cities, including New York, and even in parts of Europe.

But Kevin's current location is not shown on these maps.

As far as the eye could see, there were fluffy white clouds, while below were blurry black dots of scenery, with the outline of the New York area vaguely visible in between.

That's right, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s Sky Carrier is currently at a great height.

Based on my vague recollection, shouldn't the research and development department of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube be located in the Western branch? That's also the NASA Space Radiation Center and the birthplace of Project Pegasus.

Strange, why did they come to this Sky Carrier first? Kevin followed Natasha through the corridor and into the command center.

As his view suddenly opened up, the scene inside the bridge appeared before Kevin's eyes. Standing in the center in front of the light screen, looking around, was the one-eyed bald man, Nick Fury, the current director.

This burly black man, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing an eye patch on his left eye, exuded a fierce and imposing aura, displaying more of a soldier's iron will than the cunning of an intelligence agent.

On the right-hand control panel, a beautiful woman with sapphire-like eyes, dark brown bangs, and a neat ponytail is the commander of this sky battleship and a Level 9 S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent, Maria Hill.

As for the man on the left, dressed in a suit and tie, with a warm smile and an extremely approachable demeanor, his name is Phil Coulson, a Level 8 agent.

This middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a noticeable tendency towards male pattern baldness may be an ordinary person, but he is anything but simple.

He was not only well-liked within S.H.I.E.L.D.., but also maintained good relationships with many Super Hero, ultimately succeeding Nick as the future Director of S.H.I.E.L.D..

Aside from Nick and his right-hand men, the only other noteworthy figure on the railing above the command post is a man with a buzz cut, a longbow slung over his shoulder, and a mechanical circular quiver on his back.

He would occasionally glance around with keen eyes, his long arms displaying coordination and strength as he climbed the railing.

Clint Barton, nicknamed "Hawkeye," is a hero with superhuman abilities including vision and reflexes. He is an employee of both S.H.I.E.L.D.. and the Avengers.

As for the remaining operators and ordinary agents, they were not worth mentioning to Kevin. Even without using any abilities, he could wipe them out in no time.

"I don't think there's a Rubik's Cube here, right?"

At Nick's invitation, Kevin calmly sat down in the swivel chair, looked around, tapped the glass tabletop, and casually asked the one-eyed bald man a question.

"Although I'd love to show it to you right now so you can admire it, unfortunately, this thing is a bit shy; you need to do some foreplay..."

"To be honest, this thing took generations of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s effort. What price are you willing to pay for it?"

The one-eyed bald man sat down, his gaze scrutinizing, his expression serious.

Kevin accepted the coffee personally delivered by the Sky Carrier Commander, took a small sip, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then put down the cup, his voice turning somewhat cold.

"Ha, the price? I'm afraid you've already paid it, haven't you?"

"Is S.H.I.E.L.D..'s so-called 'foreplay' because they messed up developing the Rubik's Cube, and now they want me to clean up their mess?!"

At that moment, the scrutiny and arrogance in Nick's single eye froze instantly, replaced by astonishment and gloom. His right-hand men, Phil and Maria, instinctively tensed their muscles.

"Don't even think about it. I don't have any spies planted in S.H.I.E.L.D.., but I can guess what tricks you guys are up to!"

Kevin pushed away his teacup, leaned back in his swivel chair, rubbed his temples, and couldn't help but exhale and snort.

"You guys really know how to cause trouble! Do you even know how dangerous that thing is? Trying to touch something incomprehensible with mortal means is simply foolish!"

"As expected of the Uncrowned King of the world's dark order, you are far more troublesome than I imagined..."

After his hand was exposed and the initiative was taken away, Nick closed his eyes and sighed, feeling a little frustrated.

"Last night you suggested we see the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, and you should have sent Natasha to contact me as soon as possible. It's urgent, stop with the nonsense! What have you done?"

Kevin impatiently raised his hand to stop Nick's arguing; he had a feeling that the trouble they were in this time was going to be serious.

Otherwise, it would be strange if this tough and arrogant one-eyed bald man asked him for help.

Despite the series of setbacks, Nick couldn't let go of his pride, and the sociable Coulson stepped in to help the director out of the predicament.

After receiving his boss's tacit approval, Coulson bowed, tapped the light screen, and pulled out a video software.

In the dark base, broken steel beams swayed in the wind, emitting a chilling wailing sound, while alarm lights flickered incessantly.

Inside the control room, amidst the sparks flying, a bald researcher with a blood-covered face, wearing a white lab coat, rushed in and frantically pressed buttons, causing all the gates to close.

"We shouldn't have explored the unknown boundaries; that was a mistake!"

The researcher, pressed against the camera, issued a panicked warning. His pupils were dilated, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. Clearly, his nerves had lost control of the instinctive tremors his body was exhibiting.

"Boom!"

A violent crash came from the gate. The surveillance cameras, which had been destroyed along the way, only recorded the mottled bloodstains scattered on the ground under the flash of light before going completely out of order.

"It's here! They're here!"

The bald researcher hurriedly scurried into a corner, covering his head with his hands and pressing them tightly to his ears, as if to prevent some sound from seeping into his brain, while his body trembled.

At this moment, a sticky, slippery murmur arose from nowhere, and the annoying noise stirred into my brain like a swarm of bees buzzing.

Immediately, a piercing scream rang out, and the screen went dark amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound of glass.

After a moment of silence, Kevin took a deep breath, then looked up, frowned, and asked.

"That's all?"

Coulson glanced at Nick, and the bald man in the trench coat behind him hesitated for a moment before giving a subtle nod.

The "honest man" then opened the briefcase he had prepared beforehand, took out a paper document, and handed it to Kevin.

Exodus Plan? The most mysterious of S.H.I.E.L.D..'s three major projects? I somehow managed to get involved in this!

Kevin frowned in Affliction, and after quickly reading through the secret document that contained its general contents, his expression became somewhat gloomy and twisted.

I'm telling you guys, can you all just shut up? Don't be reckless, you'll only get yourself into trouble, understand?!

P. S.: Two updates today, three tomorrow. I need to organize my thoughts.

Chapter 830, Section 868: Supreme Divinity

First, after its establishment, S.H.I.E.L.D.. carried out three major programs to enhance humanity's capabilities in order to maintain peace on Earth.

One of them was the Project Pegasus, a collaboration with the Kree to develop the "light-speed engine," which resulted in the creation of the Super Hero Captain Marvel.

Secondly, there was Project Goliath, led by Dr. Pym. Later, due to ideological differences, Dr. Pym and S.H.I.E.L.D.. parted ways.

His development of Pym Particles and the Ant-Man suit can enlarge or shrink the size of people and objects, and Goliath is the giant in the Bible. This achievement obviously coincides with the original intention of the [Project Goliath].

As for the last one, "Exodus Plan," its origin is the title of a chapter in the Book of Exodus in the Bible.

This refers to the story of the Israelites, led by the prophet Moses, fleeing the Egyptian dynasty that enslaved them and heading to the Promised Land—Canaan.

The document's contents clearly state that S.H.I.E.L.D.. plans to use the Rubik's Cube's space travel capabilities to explore unknown cosmic regions and find a suitable second home for the development of civilization.

If humanity faces annihilation, this "Moses" of S. H. I. E. L. D., wielding the S.H.I.E.L.D., will lead God's chosen people to spread fire to the Promised Land!

The problem is that human civilization is currently developing in a very distorted way, and aerospace technology has not even fully entered the Aerospace-Class age.

Even the Valkyrie Legion of the Third Order, the Asgardian God Clan, suffered a crushing defeat and were completely annihilated during their exploration of the unknown cosmos.

In the end, Odin, could only stay in Asgard, licking his wounds, until the birth of Thor and Loki, the two Schicksal sons, Asgardian God Clan gradually recovered their strength.

You, S.H.I.E.L.D.., can't even muster a full squad to feed the enemy, yet you dare to mess around with the Rubik's Cube? Are you just bored and looking for trouble, or do you want to die even faster?

It's better to keep your skills hidden than to show off, brother!

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, brother!

Can you Develop Stealthily, Don't Gamble!?

Do you even know that the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, had to maintain the three great temples and hide Earth's spatial coordinates? And you guys are just afraid you're not dying fast enough!

Kevin tossed the file back onto the table, speechless at the SHIELD S.H.I.E.L.D. that seemed to have "tough as nails" and "hit me" written all over its forehead. He began to miss the way the Chinese Xiong Bing Lian.

"Two days ago, the S.H.I.E.L.D.. research team reported a breakthrough in their research on the Rubik's Cube. However, that very night, an anomaly occurred at the research facility. This is the only footage available from the scene..."