You Don't Seem Very Willing?

"A great moment! A moment to witness a miracle!" Eli could barely contain his excitement.

He raised both hands high, tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle, and let the spotlight shine on him as he basked in the glory of being the center of attention.

Although there were only seven spectators, he felt immense satisfaction in his heart. His body and soul felt incomparably fulfilled, his personal and social value had been realized, his worldview was whole again, and he had the illusion that the world lay beneath my feet, the universe was in my eyes, and I have become a god.

Only God could create humans. That was humanity's forbidden domain.

And now, he had done it. He had created four humans out of thin air!

What Dark Dimension? What hell? What cracks between dimensions? None of that mattered.

So what if he had stolen energy from another space?

I was still the only one who could do it.

I was God!

Eli sank into endless fantasies.

Then, the next moment,

A cold snort pulled him back to reality.

Lucy and the other three looked at him with unfriendly expressions, making a chill run down his spine.

One against four. Obviously, he couldn't win...

I helped you become human again, and you want to turn me into a ghost?

Eli hurriedly abandoned his lofty godlike pose, lowered his hands to his sides, straightened his attitude, and forced a smile. "Thank God for giving me a chance to atone for my sins. I finally pulled you back from the gates of hell. This is God's grace, and your blessing..."

Robbie also looked at Lucy and the others with an unfriendly expression.

My uncle is still my uncle. He hurt you, then saved you, so that should cancel out. Though he still hasn't settled the score for the harm he caused me and my brother, that's for me to settle. Get out of the way. You still reek of hell. Be careful, or I'll turn into Ghost Rider and send you straight down there!

Old Wang glanced at Robbie, though he was mainly glaring at the Spirit of Vengeance inside Robbie. His expression was equally unfriendly.

They're my people. Even if they need to be wiped out, I'll be the one to do it. Who the hell are you? Get out of my way!

"Wang, something happened!"

Skye had no interest in dealing with this bunch. She had been looking down at her phone when she suddenly stared at Old Wang and said:

"I hacked the road traffic surveillance system. Coulson led people in pursuit of the Winter Soldier, but they walked into an ambush. At the critical moment, a Quinjet appeared. More than twenty Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. came to support Coulson. Aside from the Winter Soldier, Hydra was completely wiped out... S.H.I.E.L.D. is heading back now."

So they really were ambushed...

A Quinjet is a nice thing. One day, I should find a chance to swindle one from Egghead, along with a few pilots...

Egghead really sent Coulson's group to find me. He truly hasn't given up on destroying my... desire to find books!

Old Wang chuckled and leaned closer. "What exactly happened? Let me see."

Skye raised her phone.

There were several fragmented short videos on it. They looked like covert recordings and were not very clear.

The Winter Soldier had blended into the crowd and escaped.

Even with one arm gone, no one could stop him. He jumped from buildings dozens of meters high whenever he pleased, his parkour level maxed out. He completely ignored the terrain and forcibly turned Los Angeles into an open grassland.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had suffered heavy casualties. Their field personnel stationed in Los Angeles had probably been almost entirely wiped out.

Hydra had it even worse. One after another, they went to meet Satan.

One of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents looked familiar. She was an Asian woman in her forties, not very tall, with an awful expression. She was an incredible fighter, striking cleanly and decisively, and she clearly cared deeply about Coulson. The moment she got off the plane, she rushed toward him.

Anyone who blocks me dies!

A desperate woman was even more terrifying than a man. Pistol, tactical knife—she handled every one of them with expert proficiency.

A punch!

A whip kick!

A headbutt!

She was as fierce as could be, clearly having received professional and rigorous combat training.

She had taken out seven fully armed Hydra soldiers by herself. She took a bullet in her left arm without even frowning. Impressive.

"Melinda May, a Level 7 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D... Though she should only be Level 5 or 6 now. Not long ago, during the Bahrain Incident, she killed an Inhuman girl who could control others and rescued quite a few hostages. The famous 'The Cavalry.'"

Old Wang clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Melinda May was fairly strong. Though she could not compare to Black Widow, she should have been stronger than Ward. She was a living legend within S.H.I.E.L.D. Nearly every agent knew her and had heard the increasingly outrageous stories told about her.

Some said she had killed more than a dozen enemies with her bare hands;

Some said it was more than twenty agents;

Some said it was over a hundred armed criminals;

In truth, it was complete nonsense. Maybe Black Widow could have managed it.

Her combat ability was formidable, but her mental fortitude was lacking. Killing one little girl had left a shadow in her heart, and no matter how much her husband begged, he could not figure out how large that shadow was. She had actually given up field work and switched to a desk job!

Unlike Black Widow, who charged through gunfire and artillery, soft as a willow yet hard as iron inside, indifferent to life and death and ready to fight anyone who challenged her.

Of course, the renowned The Cavalry would not be like that. She had most likely been affected by that Inhuman's Inhuman ability.

Seriously speaking, so many people had been controlled by that little girl, yet May had not been. That was already quite remarkable.

Now she had actually overcome her psychological barrier and come to support Coulson. Were the two really nothing more than colleagues and friends?

Whether others believed it or not, Old Wang certainly did not.

May seemed to be divorced.

Coulson seemed to have never married.

They were both getting on in years, both at the age when desire ran hot.

Coulson was an open-minded American, and May had grown up in the United States too—half American, at least.

And they had been good friends who had often worked together since many years ago.

Occasionally stepping past the threshold of friendship,

On lonely, cold nights or days,

Drawing close to each other,

Warming each other,

Reaching the shores of pleasure,

Floating as if immortal,

Was understandable...

Old Wang shook his head, throwing off those messy associations, then waved everyone over. "S.H.I.E.L.D. will be here soon. We should leave too! What are your plans from here on out?"

Lucy and her three companions looked at each other and gave hollow laughs.

You're really letting us decide for ourselves?

We know your identity. We know your secrets. Can we really leave safely and still have our freedom?

Who are you trying to fool?

After waiting a full five seconds and seeing that no one spoke, Old Wang sighed. "Forget it. I'll take responsibility for you to the end. You definitely can't stay in Los Angeles, so you need to find a new place... What do you think of Puerto Rico?"

Puerto Rico?

Lucy froze for a moment.

Boss, why would you think of Puerto Rico?

Although Puerto Rico was a territory of the United States, it was in fact a self-governing commonwealth, unlike the fifty states on the flag.

Although Puerto Rican citizens held United States citizenship, they did not enjoy the full benefits of United States citizens.

Why go there? To have field battles?

More importantly, Puerto Rico was rather far away.

It was not on the North American continent, but on an island chain between North America and South America, in the eastern Caribbean Sea.

Well, supposedly there were quite a lot of pirates there...

Besides, that place used to receive all sorts of preferential policies from the United States, treated like a lover;

Now that those policies were gone, it had gone from lover to illegitimate child—a bastard...

Going there offered no prospects for making money.

"I naturally have my own arrangements."

Old Wang swept his gaze over them. "You don't seem very willing? That's fine. I don't like forcing people, and I don't like threatening people either. You can leave right now. Oh, and S.H.I.E.L.D. should be arriving soon. Don't think too highly of them, and don't think too highly of yourselves. The little knowledge you possess may not even be worth as much as your bodies."

At the end, Old Wang sighed. "Besides, anyone in business knows that selling something whole is not profitable. It is worth more when sold in pieces—for example, organs, or slices..."