Coulson yawned so big, his mouth opened so wide that a toad swallowed an egg and almost dislocated.
"MoDan, maybe you will die suddenly."
I imagined the scene - the pastor read in a sad tone, "Phil. Coulson is a great person who has escaped from vulgar interests. He cares about the comfort of all mankind and is a good friend and colleague. He died of overwork. It was Coulson who shouted with his life: Don't stay up late. Staying up late is not good for your health, especially your kidney function..."
The "poof" sounds that couldn't help but laugh out loud were heard one after another, and they were continuous, like a large-scale serial fart scene.
The picture is so beautiful, just imagining it is enough to make you bleed internally.
"Damn it, no, no, absolutely not! If this continues, it will definitely become a shame for the agents." Coulson looked ferocious, causing other agents around him to subconsciously stay away.
"It's crazy, absolutely crazy!"
"Nervous breakdown."
"I heard that I am depressed if I don't have a girlfriend..."
The above are the speculations of other agents.
Grant was also there, and he was observing the surrounding environment. Across the barbed wire fence, not far away, was Guadalajara Airport. Their car was hidden in the green belt across the road.
"It's really strange. There is no combat target and no combat plan. It's not like Coulson's style, but such a crude action was actually signed by seconds. It must be related to that Mike. Who is he?" If it was said that he was sensitive and sensitive as a Hydra spy before, this time it was purely personal curiosity. It's just that he didn't know the saying, "Curiosity killed the cat."
At this time, voices were heard from the bug listening to the airport console, and a private plane was requesting to land.
"Check this plane." Coulson ordered his subordinates.
The results came out quickly. This plane belonged to a certain prince from a certain oil country. The application and materials submitted seemed fine on the surface. It felt like a wealthy but bored prince came here for a vacation to experience the charm of United States beauty.
"Check the equipment!"
The sound of guns being checked in the car was heard one after another. After the inspection, a group of people looked solemn and ready to take action. Then Coulson said, "Everyone is on standby. No matter what happens or what weird phenomena you see, you are not allowed to act without my order. Do you understand?"
Coulson's tone was extremely solemn, indicating the seriousness of the order. It would have been perfect if he hadn't yawned after speaking.
"..." I don't know if I should say it or not, I have taken off my pants, why don't you show me this?
"Understood!"
If you have any objections, you can raise them on the spot. Otherwise, no matter what you think in your heart, you are not allowed to act against your will.
Therefore, if you don't have Protagonist Aura and strength, it's best not to show off your personal heroism, otherwise it will only destroy other people's carefully prepared actions and kill teammates.
As for the "weird phenomena" mentioned by Coulson, no one asked. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own responsibility is to investigate and solve supernatural events. Most people have been exposed to things that cannot be explained by science and will not make a fuss like ordinary people.
Fifteen minutes later, a medium-sized private plane landed on the runway.
There were about twenty people on the plane, all of them fully armed and wanting to hang two grenades under their pants and crotches. Only the leader was wearing a men's suit and shirt.
Why the emphasis on men?
Because the leader is a woman, in her mid-twenties, with short hair, and a face that is abstinent, sexual, and cold. She calls herself Ares, and is the "judge" of High Table.
Ares is not tall. Among all the big men, she is two heads shorter per person, but no one dares to disrespect her. The judge represents the authority of the organization and is responsible for dealing with internal traitors and external targets who violate the Continental Hotel's rules.
As for the other armed personnel, they were divided into two small groups: Mutants and normal people. They were not hostile, but there was no communication throughout the process.
The other armed men looked at the two Mutants with displeasure.
Very normal.
Most of these armed personnel have been trained since childhood, experienced life and death on the battlefield, and endured countless hardships to develop their fighting skills. And then... what did Mutants do? He suddenly awakened and gained superpowers.
Just like modern martial artists' aversion to hot weapons, they trained in summer and winter and practiced Sanjiu for ten years before being shot down.
So angry.
Ares turns a blind eye to the situation on both sides. She is not a community worker. She doesn't care whether you are in harmony or not, just complete the task well.
The crew opened the hatch, and the elites protected Ares from the front and back as he walked down the gangway.
"Something's wrong." Ares was very alert.
Logically speaking, people from Continental Hotel North American Branch should be responsible for reception at the airport and provide sufficient transportation.
Before she finished speaking, the armed men next to her raised their rifles one after another, either standing or squatting, aiming at the surroundings.
Ares looked not far away, and there were several high-end off-road vehicles parked there, which should be the vehicles prepared by the North American Division.
Ares said to one of Mutants Bowery: "Look at the situation."
Bowery's eyes suddenly cast a blue light and he said, "The man was in the car and passed out."
"Where is the enemy?"
"I didn't see it." Bowery shook his head.
According to the information provided by Winston, Bowery's superpower is clairvoyance, which has a range of within fifty meters.
Therefore, the green belt where S.H.I.E.L.D. is hiding is about a hundred meters away from the airport. And Mike... Bowery's clairvoyant eye is not Byakugan's. It can only see through. There is no 360-degree viewing angle. Mike only needs to hide in Bowery's blind spot.
"Something's wrong."
Grant, who was not far away, said the same thing as Ares. From his perspective, Ares and his group were inexplicably alert, as if there were invisible enemies around them.
At some point, a faint white fog appeared at the airport.
There is obviously something wrong with this fog, Grant is sure, so the fog only surrounds Ares and his party. He just doesn't know whether this fog is created by Ares and his party, or comes from an unknown enemy.
Grant glanced at his colleagues and found that they had the same puzzlement in their eyes, but Coulson was calm and calm, with everything under control.
Apparently, Coulson knows what's going on.
Grant thinks of Mike.
In the blink of an eye, the light white mist became extremely thick. People outside could not see inside, and people inside could not see their companions one meter away.
In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s motorcade, the excited voices of a man and a woman suddenly came from one of the cars.
"Fitz, Fitz, calm down, calm down, okay?" Coulson is like coaxing a child, "Simmons, calm down Fitz, don't mess things up."
"Oh my god!" Gemma. Simmons exclaimed, "There is special energy in the fog, which is very active. It is almost like an extension of the human body."
"..." Coulson seems to be not the only one who is not calm. Fitz.
Fitz said excitedly, "Thermal energy detection, infrared, ultraviolet, ultrasonic, X-ray and other detection methods have all been interfered with to varying degrees."
"Can it image?" Coulson asked.
"Yes."
"That's good." Coulson breathed a sigh of relief, indicating that this kind of fog that interferes with vision is not without solutions.