Jaina's Mass Teleportation

Skye rolled her eyes.

"'Sliced'? Wang, you just want to eat sliced lamb at that Chinatown hot pot place again, don't you?"

Robbie snorted, while the Spirit of Vengeance muttered in his mind:

"This guy's kind of bad."

Boss, you're fucking threatening us... Lucy immediately declared, "I'm in!"

Vincent, Frederick, and Hugo looked at one another and said in unison, "I'm in!"

Eli had wanted to ask whether he could go somewhere different from Lucy and the others, so things would not be so difficult for him later. But one look at Old Wang's smiling face made him understand everything. "I'm in!"

"But how are we leaving?" Skye raised her hand to ask.

How were they supposed to leave the power plant?

How were they supposed to get to Puerto Rico, thousands of kilometers away?

The thousand dollars in her bank account clearly would not be enough. Even added to his, it still would not be enough.

As for these people, they did not even have bank accounts...

They could not exactly buy a log and go drifting down the river, could they?

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to witness a miracle."

Old Wang pulled up a map of Puerto Rico on Skye's phone and obtained the coordinates. Then, he sent a thread of his consciousness into the Heart of Azeroth, looked at the young woman, and asked with a smile, "I want to exchange for Teleportation—the kind that can send all of us thousands of kilometers away!"

"Men really are all terrible. You only think of me when you need something!"

The young woman snorted and said coldly, "Jaina's Mass Teleportation from the Battle of Mount Hyjal... that will be 0.11 grams of my blood!"

Outside the power plant.

In the sky.

Inside the invisible Quinjet, Melinda was bandaging Coulson's wounds.

Her technique was skillful, though she used a little too much force.

It was impossible to tell whether that was intentional or deliberate.

"May, it's good to have you."

Coulson endured the pain and forced himself to look like he was smiling. "Looks like you've stepped out of the shadows. We can fight side by side again. After the Bahrain Incident, we..."

"Don't bring that up!"

Melinda frowned, visibly irritated and clearly sensitive about that term. "Coulson, how many times has this been now that I've saved you?"

"The sixth."

A nostalgic look appeared on Coulson's face. "That year, I was still a Level 4 agent, and you were a Level 3 agent. We carried out missions together. We were both so young then. I thought you would abandon me to complete the mission, but you still came back... Hiss, that hurts!"

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

Melinda kept a cold face, but there was tenderness and guilt in her eyes.

If I hadn't applied for a desk job, I definitely would have joined this operation. Coulson probably would not have ended up this badly...

Two minutes later, the bandaging was complete.

The aircraft landed in an open area outside the power plant, still remaining invisible.

"The operation begins."

Coulson rose to his feet and addressed everyone. "This operation has three objectives. First, rescue the trapped Agent Natasha Romanoff. Second, secure the power plant and collect all useful items and intelligence. Third, establish contact with the people inside. Without my orders, no one is to open fire! All right, move out!"

The others filed out.

They quickly spread out.

In teams of five, they activated their detectors and searched continuously, carrying the bodies out into the open and searching them.

Coulson, meanwhile, led Melinda and several others directly into the power plant along one route.

After twisting and turning through the corridors, breaking through several doors, and blowing up several walls, they finally found the Black Widow sitting against a wall.

"You finally came."

Natasha barely managed to lift her head. She could not stand at all.

"Agent Romanoff, your injuries are severe. You need treatment immediately!"

Seeing Natasha covered in bullet wounds, Coulson realized the situation was bad.

She had been shot several times and delayed for so long. Only someone with such a powerful constitution could still be alive. If it had been anyone else, like himself, they would probably have died long ago.

"You've lost too much blood. May, take people and get Agent Romanoff out immediately. Fly her directly to the hospital in the Quinjet. Don't refuse. That is an order. Of everyone I know, you're the best pilot."

Coulson gave the order with great seriousness, then bent down to inspect Natasha's wounds.

The next second, he froze.

Something was wrong!

Getting shot so many times and not dying was one thing, but why had she barely bled? Her face was not pale at all—it was practically rosy.

Agent Romanoff, as far as I remember, you never carry hemostatic agents or anything like that.

And even if you did, they would not help. A hemostatic agent was not some health potion from an online game. At most, it could stop the bleeding. It could not make someone look rosy, unless it was an aphrodisiac.

Besides, with that tight uniform, you could see from head to toe at a glance. There was nowhere to hide anything...

"He saved me."

Natasha could still feel that strange power flowing through her body, repairing her wounds. The image of that masked martial arts master surfaced in her mind...

No, Grandmaster.

When he had carried her, he had sent a stream of "qi" into her body, protecting her internal organs, sealing her wounds, and continuously healing them.

That was why she had stopped bleeding.

That was why she did not feel cold. Instead, her whole body felt warm.

It itched a little, but it felt nice.

That person was pretty good.

He was just a little old.

To train kung fu to that level was unheard of. He had to be at least forty or fifty, right?

Or maybe seventy or eighty?

Was his incredible stamina, speed, and strength all the result of "qi"?

How amazing!

Coulson's hand froze in front of Natasha.

Something about Romanoff's tone and the way she referred to him was off!

He?

Who exactly was he?

That guy who called himself the Kunlun Iron Fist?

Of course, this was not the time to ask questions, and the other party did not seem obligated to explain anything.

Agent Romanoff was a true legend within S.H.I.E.L.D., answering only to the Director.

"Leave one person behind to look after Agent Romanoff. The rest of you, come with me."

Coulson led Melinda farther inside.

As he walked, he kept calling out:

"Attention, people inside. I am Agent Phil Coulson of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. I am here on behalf of Director Nick Fury. I mean no harm!"

"Please do not attack! I repeat, please do not attack!"

No one answered.

Coulson hesitated for several seconds, then made a hand signal.

Stay alert and keep moving closer.

The Quinjet's support had brought new Freeze Guns and stun guns from the technology division. They were more powerful but nonlethal. There were also various types of tear gas grenades, smoke grenades, and flash grenades. That should be enough to handle whoever was inside, right?

They covered less than two hundred meters in a full five minutes.

At last, they reached the deepest part.

Coulson froze.

Huh? Where was everyone?

Where was Ghost Rider?

Where was Eli?

Where was the Kunlun Iron Fist?

And what had happened here?

He looked around, not knowing what to say, utterly bewildered.

Not only were the people gone, but many things that should have been intact had been dismantled.

The ground was covered in drag marks.

When they had scanned the place from outside earlier, there should have been a lot of things here.

Yet they were all gone.

Only a few wires lay lonely on the ground.

Coulson looked farther into the distance and froze again.

The drag marks stopped.

Had someone carried all that stuff away?

But the doors were so small. How could they have gotten it out?

"So what exactly happened here?" Coulson was completely lost.