The moment the door closed, the living room fell into dead silence.
Maria and Carol stood at the entrance of the stairs, with tension and shock still on their faces. Although they did not see clearly what happened outside the door just now, the invisible sense of oppression and Chu Hang's last understatement but domineering "Are you worthy?" were still clearly transmitted to their ears.
Especially Carol, she looked at Chu Hang's calm back as if he had just chased away a fly, and her heart was in turmoil. She knew that Chu Hang was very strong, but she didn't expect that he He was so strong. The one-eyed dragon looked like a ruthless character who held great power and spoke his mind. However, in front of Chu Hang, he was not even qualified to enter the house. He was silenced and could only leave in despair.
That's not suppression in terms of strength, it's an all-round suppression of a higher dimension, from identity to strength to mentality.
"They... just left like that?" Maria asked in disbelief. She quietly walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and saw those Black Noir SUVs turning around silently, driving away one after another, and soon disappeared into the night of the town.
"Let's go." Chu Hang turned around, his face restored to that lazy, harmless expression, as if the guy with cold eyes and formidable aura just now was not him at all, "I said, as long as I am here, no one can disturb you."
As he spoke, he walked to the sofa and sat down. He also picked up the cup of cold coffee on the table and took a sip, then frowned in disgust.
"Okay, the flies are gone, we can continue." He pointed to the old photo album spread out on the table, "I haven't finished reading it yet. It turns out that when you were young, your hair was messier than it is now."
His tone was as relaxed as if he were making a harmless joke, instantly dispersing the tense and solemn atmosphere in the living room.
Carol looked at him with complicated eyes. How many faces does this man have? He is powerful, mysterious, and domineering, but he can become like the big brother next door in the next second, making jokes with you.
Maria also breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Chu Hang gratefully, then walked over and took the cold coffee cup from his hand.
"I'm going to make another pot of hot food for you." She said, "Monica, go back to your room and go to bed. It's already very late."
"Oh..." the little girl at the top of the stairs responded, but her big black eyes were always glued to Chu Hang, full of unabashed curiosity and a hint of admiration. She also saw the scene where the sniper was pulled out of thin air just now. To an eleven-year-old child, that was simply cooler than the superhero in the comic book.
A night of silence.
The next day, when the first ray of sunlight in the morning filtered through the cracks in the blinds and cast mottled light and shadow on the wooden floor, Chu Hang had finished his morning exercise in the backyard and sat at the dining table of Maria's house.
On the table is a simple American breakfast, perfectly fried sun-cooked eggs, sizzling bacon, golden and crispy toast, and a cup of steaming black coffee. Maria's craftsmanship is very good, full of home flavor.
Carol was also sitting at the table, but she was obviously a little absent-minded. She poked the eggs on the plate with her fork, her eyes wandering. She didn't sleep well all night. It was like a movie playing in her mind, constantly flashing back the old and new memory fragments, as well as Chu Hang's unfathomable strength.
"What are you thinking about?" Chu Hang took a bite of toast and asked vaguely.
"I was thinking...Kree." Carol put down his fork with a serious expression, "Yong Rogg and the others won't just let it go. They will find me soon."
"I know." Chu Hang nodded and took a sip of coffee, "So, you have to become stronger as soon as possible. It's not about learning how to fire the energy cannon more violently, but learning how to control it, feel it, and let it become a part of your body, as natural as your breathing."
"Like you did?" Carol asked.
"Absolutely." Chu Hang shrugged, "But my situation is special and you can't learn from it. But the principles are the same. Your body is an energy reactor, and your will is the control valve. In the past, Kree installed an inferior valve with a back door for you. Now, all you need to do is to remove the old one and replace it with one that is completely your own."
Carol nodded in understanding.
For the next few days, life was surprisingly peaceful.
Chu Hang and Carol are like two distant relatives who came to stay at a friend's house and settled here temporarily.
During the day, Carol, accompanied by Maria, would drive the old pickup truck around town and sit in the bars they used to go to, trying hard to find more of "" from these familiar environments. Carol·Dan Vers" memory. She began to learn to use a microwave oven, began to adapt to the food of the earth again, and even watched a boring love movie from the late 1990s with Maria and Monica.
Chu Hang, on the other hand, spends most of his time in the house, or on the empty lawn in the backyard. He seems to be in a daze, or basking in the sun, but in fact, his consciousness has long sunk into his own spiritual world, like the most sophisticated engineer, constantly analyzing, sorting, and Control the new energy in his body that combines the three forces.
He can feel that his Control force on space is increasing at an extremely slow but extremely solid speed. From the beginning, he could only perform rough distortion and compression, but now, he can accurately divide a water droplet suspended in mid-air into two halves from the inside without causing any energy fluctuations, while the shape of the water droplet remains intact.
This kind of meticulous control is what is really scary. This means that if he wants to, he can quietly cut off a person's aorta, and the other person will not even know how he died.
Of course, he is also thinking about his next plan.
Now, he already has [S-Class Healing Factor], [Super-Soldier Serum], [Binary], [Basic Atmospheric Control], [Kinetic Infusion] in his ability library ], [Superhuman Senses and Physiology] and [Shapeshifting]. Offense, defense, battery life, camouflage, AOE, covering almost all aspects, it can be said to be a hexagonal warrior with no obvious shortcomings.
But Chu Hang never thinks that he has many trump cards. He knows that the water in this universe is very deep. Not to mention the cosmic gods hidden behind the scenes, Thanos, who is about to appear on the stage, cannot win steadily with his current ability.
His system can copy an ability every week. There are still three days until the next cooldown ends. He needs a new target.
Nick Fury did not send anyone to disturb them, but Chu Hang knew that the old fox had never given up. He could feel that there were a few "eyes" always hovering around the outside of the town, neither far nor near, maintaining a subtle distance. Several times, he also "heard" some very weak communication signals that did not belong to this era. It should be S.H.I.E.L.D. trying to contact him using various encrypted channels.
Chu Hang ignored it. He enjoyed the feeling of being in the dark. Let Fury guess. The more he guessed and the more he thought about, the safer he would be.
This afternoon, Chu Hang was sitting on the deck chair in the backyard with his eyes closed and concentrating on the technique of space folding. A small figure tiptoed to his side.
It's Monica.
The little girl held a glass of lemonade with a straw in her hand, and carefully handed it to Chu Hang.
"Chen...Mr. Chen?" she whispered. Ever since she knew Chu Hang's pseudonym was Anthony·Chen, she had been calling him that, "Mom asked me to bring you water."
Chu Hang opened his eyes, looked at the curious and a little nervous girl in front of him, smiled, and took the cup.
"Thank you, Monica."
"You're welcome." Monica did not leave immediately, but stood there with his two little hands behind his back, twisting the corners of his clothes, as if he was hesitant to speak.
"Anything else?" Chu Hang asked.
"Well..." Mo Ni ка hesitated, and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "That night... that bad guy, was it you who knocked him out?"
Her eyes were sparkling, full of yearning for unknown power.
Chu Hang looked at her eyes full of curiosity, and his heart moved. He thought that in the future, this little girl would also gain powerful energy control capabilities due to an accident, and become a superhero-Spectrum. Perhaps it would not be a bad thing to plant a seed in her heart now.
He didn't answer directly, but stretched out a finger.
A drop of crystal water slowly floated up from the glass of lemonade in front of him, defying common sense of physics, and suspended in mid-air.
Monica's mouth slowly opened into an "O" shape.
Immediately afterwards, the drop of water began to deform in the air. It first turned into a small butterfly flapping its wings, and then circled in front of Monica's eyes. Then, it turned into a mini cartoon spaceship with the same pattern as her pajamas. Finally, it turned into a small stick figure waving to her.
"Wow--" Monica couldn't hold it back any longer and exclaimed. This was a hundred times more magical than any magic she had ever seen!
"This is not Mind Control." Chu Hang's voice was gentle, "This is a... deeper understanding of the world. When you can understand the 'code' that makes up this world, you can make small modifications to it like this."
As he spoke, with a flick of his finger, the stick figure made of water flew lightly to the tip of Monica's nose, and then with a "pop", it turned back into a drop of water, leaving her with a cold touch.
Monica touched his nose subconsciously, then chuckled, looking at Chu Hang with admiration almost overflowing.
At this moment, Carol and Maria walked out of the house. Carol looked at Chu Hang interacting with Monica, and his eyes became much softer. Although Chu Hang didn't talk much these days, he was like a calming needle. As long as he was here, he could give people an inexplicable peace of mind.
"It seems that you are very popular with children." Carol walked up to him and teased.
"Maybe." Chu Hang smiled noncommittally.
Suddenly, his smile froze slightly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked up at the sky.
Before Carol and Maria could react, they saw the figure of Chu Hang leaving a faint afterimage on the spot, and the next second, it had appeared on the roof.
"What's wrong?" Carol immediately became alert, and the energy in his body began to surge.
"A guest is here." Chu Hang's voice came from the roof, with a hint of icy chill, "And, he's here for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny, invisible black spot in the blue sky was enlarging at a terrifying speed.
Immediately afterwards, a green energy beam, like a death ray, tore through the sky and hit Maria's house straight down!