A New Space Beast

Perhaps worried about Simmons's safety, the young scientist Fitz did not continue dwelling on the question of "who exactly Mr. Li was," and everyone else deliberately or unconsciously avoided the subject as well.

Although Richard himself was not particularly keen on concealing his identity, and more and more people now knew his secret, Ultraman's identity was theoretically still highly classified within S.H.I.E.L.D. The fewer people who knew, the better. Unless necessary, no one generally brought up the subject.

Since Fitz did not ask, the other three also deliberately or unconsciously ignored it.

Though this barren planet was not as large as Earth, its surface area was still considerable. The light within its atmosphere was abysmal, yellow sand blanketed the ground year-round, and its magnetic field interfered with electronic equipment. Finding someone here was practically impossible.

It was not difficult to understand why Hydra had failed to find a way to bring Hive back for thousands of years.

Fortunately, none of that was a problem for Richard.

Neither the sandstorm nor the darkness could block Ultraman's super vision. After sweeping his gaze around, Richard quickly descended.

The blowing sand could throw off one's sense of direction, and moving through such a harsh environment would likely be difficult for the others. So Richard thoughtfully snapped his fingers, activating the Space Stone's power and teleporting everyone directly to Agent Simmons's location.

Having been abandoned alone in this hellhole for several days, the young agent was in dreadful condition. Her face was caked with grime, her once-white shirt now blackened and stained, and her disheveled blonde hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her forehead. She looked utterly exhausted.

"Simmons!"

Fitz shouted excitedly and charged forward without a second thought, like an athlete who had spotted the finish line.

Agent Simmons's face lit up with