Mr. Bodyguard Won't Be a Problem, Right?

S.H.I.E.L.D.. fighter jets, carrying Alvin and his crew, arrived at a massive aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean. The carrier was anchored in the turbulent waters, bobbing up and down with the waves, resembling a steel island from a distance!

Once the plane came to a complete stop, Alvin was the first to step out of the cabin.

Then came the first acquaintance.

The sexy female agent, Black Widow Natasha, dressed in black stockings and high heels, like a secretary, walked towards him.

"Long time no see, Alvin." Natasha tossed a strand of hair behind her ear and winked at him. "You left me here as your secretary and went off to have some fun?"

Faced with the beautiful female agent's "seduction," Alvin Mount Tai: "What? Missing the feeling of me hanging you from the ceiling?"

Upon hearing this, Natasha's smile immediately froze.

Then, she rolled her eyes. "After all this time, you still haven't changed. Hurry up and come with me, the director and the others have been waiting for you for a long time."

But when Natasha saw the people emerging from the hatch, she couldn't help but widen her eyes. "Wait!"

Why are there so many?

Coulson, who came out last, looked helpless. "These two are related to the meteorite in New Mexico. According to Mr. Alvin, it came from a place called Asgard, and this incident is also related to them."

Then, he paused for a few seconds, looking into the hatch with a hint of fear.

Immediately afterwards, the entire plane seemed to shake, and a burly figure, easily two and a half meters tall, slowly emerged from inside.

Natasha's mouth dropped open. "Who, who is this?"

"Let me introduce you," Alvin said with a smile. "This is my personal bodyguard, Ollsen."

One,

Their itinerary was supposed to be that they departed last night and arrived early this morning.

The reason for the overnight delay was this: considering the risks associated with Marvel, Alvin decided to bring a "bodyguard."

This place is so dangerous, it's not unreasonable for him to bring a bodyguard, is it?

And so, this scene unfolded.

According to Ollsen, the Chapter Master of the Fallen Angels had served the Imperium for five hundred years before he became Fallen Angels!

The gold stud on his forehead is the best "proof".

But no matter how Alvin asked, the Chapter Master remained silent, unwilling to discuss the past.

In his own words, they were Fallen Angels burdened with sin, unworthy of the title of "Imperium."

The honors bestowed by Emperor to flaunt their power are things of the past.

Alvin always felt that Ollsen was not so simple; at least his age was a mystery.

He looked to be around sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, but for a Space Marine to live to that age, he must be at least a thousand years old, right?

A Space Marine is over a thousand years old would undoubtedly be considered a "living fossil" in any Chapter.

Moreover, the fact that this Chapter Master is still alive and kicking and hasn't been stuffed into a "stone coffin" speaks volumes.

Regardless, Ollsen is already considered the most formidable fighter among all his current Chapter.

Of course, to help him fit in better, Alvin made him take off his Power Armor.

Ollsen, dressed in a suit, seemed much more "amiable," but only to a limited extent.

When Coulson saw this strong "old man," perhaps due to his professional instincts, he tried to extract some information from him, but almost got crushed by Ollsen. After that, he became much more obedient.

When Alvin followed Natasha to the Cambridge deck, he immediately spotted a "familiar face".

"Good lad, you've been gone for four years!" A man with a hint of lewdness walked over with a smile, punched him hard in the chest, and said with a hint of resentment, "Finally back, and you didn't even bother to let me know?"

The only person who could be so familiar with him is the infamous playboy, Tony Stark.

"Before we even had a chance to notify them, they 'arrested' us!"

Alvin shrugged, a rare relaxed smile appearing on his face, and sized up the playboy.

"Judging from your appearance, you've been doing quite well these past few years," Nuo said.

"It's hard to explain in a few words." Tony sighed softly, then warmly wrapped his arms around his neck. "It's on me tonight, I guarantee you'll have a blast!"

How to enjoy it?

Natasha, standing next to him, immediately looked exasperated.

Alvin coughed twice, interrupting the "playboy": "We'll talk about that later, let's deal with the important matters first."

"Alright." Tony was just joking and not taking it seriously, so he nodded and reminded him, "This matter... isn't as simple as it seems."

Alvin, understanding the implication in his words, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I know."

When Alvin met the others, he realized that the entire Avengers were there, including Barton, who was supposed to be under control.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Alvin Mr. Valshus." Everyone is here now.

Coulson acts like an "NPC," faithfully fulfilling his duties and introducing everyone to Alvin.

While Alvin was observing them, several people who had previously interacted with him were also observing the newcomer with different gazes.

"This is Ollsen, Mr. Alvin's... bodyguard." Coulson introduced the burly man standing next to Alvin, then looked at the two behind him. "These two, cough cough..."

He was Mr. Alvin's slave.

Slave, slave?!

Upon hearing this, Steve and Banner's expressions became quite interesting.

What era are we living in? How can the concept of "slave" still exist?

Wait, there's a Black guy too?

Steve's expression became even more complicated. He hesitated for a moment, then stammered, finally looking somewhat uneasy at Coulson: "Did I sleep too long? Why are there still black slaves? I remember... weren't they already freed?"

Coulson was speechless; what could he say?

You can't say the Emancipation Proclamation didn't have time to reach outer space, can you?

Banner smiled sheepishly and extended his right hand to Alvin, saying, "Hello, I'm Banner, a physicist."

"Hello, I am Alvin Valshius." Alvin reached out and shook Banner's hand, a somewhat enigmatic smile on his face. "As for my profession, I'd say I'm a Rogue Trader. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Banner, with a stiff smile, withdrew his hand.

For some reason, he always felt that there was something unsettling about this young man's smile.

Then, Banner turned his gaze to the bodyguard-like figure standing beside Alvin and was immediately surprised.

Although the man looked very old, at least sixty or seventy years old, with nearly white hair, a face covered with crisscrossing lines, three gold nails in his forehead, and an extremely burly build, about two and a half meters tall, even the largest size suit was stretched very tight.

The muscular lines bulging out of the suit create a striking visual impact, resembling a living Greek sculpture!

Ollsen's senses were extremely sharp, and he immediately noticed his gaze.

Humans?

No, wait... he's not human!

With his extensive experience, Ollsen was able to detect the unstable factors within Banner's body simply through his "sense of smell".

Given time, this veteran interstellar warrior, who had been fighting for many years, habitually unleashed his killing intent.

!!

Banner's heart suddenly pounded violently, and the Hulk inside him issued a warning!

In his panic, he stumbled backward and crashed into the table.

When everyone noticed, they saw that the doctor's face had turned green, and his veins were bulging.

His pupils were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was trying his best to control something.

"Banner?" Those who know him well know that this is a sign that "Hulk" is about to appear!

Black Widow was immediately alarmed and quickly reassured him, "Don't get agitated, calm down, control your emotions!"

This is at an altitude of 10,000 meters. If Hulk were to escape, no one would be able to control that raging behemoth.

Ollsen took half a step forward, his right hand already reaching for his waist.

Although he did not wear Power Armor, he still habitually kept a combat dagger at his waist over the years.

Of course, although it is nominally a "dagger", due to the Space Marine's height, this 50-centimeter-long dagger would appear to a normal person as a fully bladed sword.

Just then, to prevent the situation from escalating, Alvin stopped Ollsen and prevented him from taking any further action.

He then used Psychic Power hypnosis to calm Banner, who was on the verge of losing control.

"I apologize, but my guards just now thought you might pose a threat to me."

Alvin, with a kind smile on his face, reached out and helped the somewhat dazed Banner to his feet. "I hope you don't mind, Banner."

Banner swallowed hard, still somewhat fearful, and glanced at the expressionless "Ollsen" behind him. "Your guard... is very capable. One look from him almost scared the Hulk out of my body."

Our first meeting was marred by a few unpleasant little incidents.

Fury, who had been observing for a while, fearing an awkward atmosphere, immediately stepped forward. "It seems you all already know each other, so there's no need for me to introduce you again. Now let's talk about why we've brought you all here."