Deep in the Amazon Rainforest where Brazil, Peru, and Colombia meet, a Quinjet Invisibility flew in.
'Whoosh!'
A barely perceptible blue beam of light suddenly shot down from below the fighter jet.
Upon landing, a ring-shaped beam of light hummed and spread out in all directions of the rainforest.
In the cabin laboratory, Leo Fitz spread his fingers and lifted them slightly upwards.
'Whoosh!'
A real-time Virtual Map appears.
Standing next to him, Jemma Simmons was tapping on the Virtual Map with a thin, black touch stick.
She reported to Phil Coulson through her Headset: "Captain Coulson, the T-Class Scanning Ray has scanned and compiled all Terrain Data of the suspicious area into the Virtual Map database. You can access the relevant Terrain Data at any time."
Leo Fitz tapped, stretched, and shrunk his hands repeatedly, zooming in and out on every suspicious area of Virtual Terrain Map.
He paused quickly, a look of delight on his face.
"I've spotted a suspicious target!"
Jemma Simmons immediately leaned over and looked at a certain rainforest area that Fitz had magnified to the extreme.
In this area, there were buildings resembling houses, and numerous virtual figures were constantly moving in and out of the streets and buildings.
Coulson's voice came through the Headset.
"Well done, Fitz, Simmons!"
"Your work is done. Evacuate that area immediately."
"Huh?!" Jemma Simmons asked in confusion, "Why are we evacuating, Captain Coulson?"
"Shouldn't we be launching an attack on the target area next?!"
Leo Fitz also looked puzzled, waiting for Coulson's answer.
Neckolson's voice immediately rose through the headset. "Fitz, Simmons, follow orders!"
" The Order's Arbiter Legion will be responsible for subsequent attack missions!"
The Arbiter Legion!
Fitz's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped Simmons, who was about to ask more questions.
He shook his head at the other person and replied, "Yes, Captain Coulson, we'll evacuate immediately!"
The stealthy Quinjet immediately turned its nose around and flew out of the Amazon Rainforest.
But just as it flew over the suspicious area, the pilot's eyes instantly turned white.
The next second, the Quinjet, which should have accelerated to retreat, was instead piloted by its pilot to plummet straight down.
Within Brazil, a Helicarrier Invisibility hovers high in the sky.
In the carrier Command Center, Coulson, seeing the Quinjet suddenly change course, immediately grabbed the microphone and shouted urgently, " Fitz, Simmons!"
The communication system remained silent.
" Fitz, Simmons! Respond immediately!"
" Fitz! Simmons!"
Damn it!
Coulson dropped the microphone, strode to the command and control platform, and slammed his hand on a red button on the platform.
'Whoosh!'
A complete structural diagram of a Quinjet instantly appeared on the large screen in the center of the Command Center.
Coulson turned to the operator and ordered, "Disengage AR-370's manual control!"
"Yes, Captain Coulson!"
The operator's hands moved rapidly across the control platform.
Red dots quickly appeared on the Quinjet displayed on the central screen.
"Captain Coulson, manual control of AR-370 has been deactivated."
Coulson immediately ordered, "Remotely control it, fly back!"
"Yes, Captain Coulson!"
The operator raised the virtual operating system and slowly ascended, his right hand loosely gripping the fighter jet's control stick.
Deep in the Amazon Rainforest, in the center of the square of a secluded Western medieval-style town.
Hundreds of people, dressed in white linen clothes, silently gathered towards the center of the square.
Suddenly, their eyes turned white, and they stopped in their tracks, looking up at the sky.
Suddenly, a Quinjet appeared and slowly landed.
But then, the fighter jet suddenly stopped.
'Buzz!'
A blast of air suddenly erupted from the fuselage, and the fighter jet turned its nose and soared into the sky.
'boom!'
After exploding into a cone-shaped sonic boom cloud, it accelerated and disappeared into the horizon.
'call!'
A gust of wind swept down, instantly blowing away the hundreds of people standing in the center of the square.
A moment later, the people who had been blown down by the strong wind got up one after another, and they all turned to look at a church in front of the square.
Under the gaze of hundreds of white eyes, the church doors were opened from the inside.
'Squeak~'
A barefoot figure, also dressed in a white linen robe, stepped out.
He had short black hair, a rather thin build, but his eyes gleamed with gold.
" Phil Coulson... S.H.I.E.L.D.... and the Red Order's Arbiter Legion..."
His usually indifferent face looked up at the direction the Quinjet had left, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
"Interesting..."
He turned around and walked back to the church, slamming the church door shut.
Then, the white in the eyes of the hundreds of people standing in the center of the square faded, returning to their original color.
They looked around, bowed respectfully to the church with their hands on their chests, and then, as if nothing had happened, turned and dispersed.
A Quinjet slowly descends onto the deck of Helicarrier over Brazil.
As soon as the fighter jet came to a stop, a team of operatives who had been waiting for a long time rushed over with their guns at the ready.
They quickly opened the hatch and rushed into the fighter jet.
A short while later, more than a dozen unconscious crew members were carried out.
Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons were also among them.
They were quickly transported to the Helicarrier's Medical Center.
After a collective examination by many doctors at the Medical Center, they came to a conclusion.
"Captain Coulson, there are no visible injuries on their bodies, but we detected Dodge brainwave activity in their brains."
"We speculate that their brains were subjected to some kind of unseen psychological shock at the same time."
Phil Coulson looked at the crew members lying motionless on the hospital beds and asked in a deep voice, "All you need to tell me is whether you can cure them."
The doctors exchanged glances and shook their heads.
"I'm sorry, Captain Coulson. Their condition is likely related to the mystical side."
"You'd better transfer them to headquarters or New York Presbyterian Hospital."
"I understand," Phil Coulson nodded.
He decisively took out his phone and dialed a number.
" Your Shay Sheyer, I am Phil Coulson, and I need your help..."
Soon, a Spatial Portal opened.
Shay walked out of the door.
He nodded familiarly to Phil Coulson and then went directly to Leo Fitz.
'Buzz~'
Shay's eyes flashed with crimson Mana, and then he raised his hand and placed it on Fitz's forehead.
" Spiritual Vision..."
"Investigate..."
'Buzz!'
Invisible waves of light surged from his palm, constantly traversing and echoing throughout Fitz's body.
"There is no physical injury..."
"But the brain nerves were severely damaged!"
"His mental fluctuations are also very weak."
Shay released her hand, walked to Jemma Simmons, and placed her hand on her forehead.
'Buzz~'
An invisible wave of light surged out, then receded a moment later.
"Like Fitz, he also suffered severe brain damage and has very weak mental fluctuations."
Finally, there were the Quinjet pilots.
After examining him with his Spiritual Vision, Shay frowned.
"His condition is clearly much more serious than Fitz's and Simmons's!"
"His mental fluctuations have weakened to the point that I can barely detect them!"
He turned around and looked at Phil Coulson with a serious expression.
"Even with the capabilities of the headquarters 'Medical Department, they are unable to treat the psychological trauma suffered by these three individuals."
Upon hearing this, Phil Coulson immediately became anxious.
Putting aside the Quinjet, Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons were key members of his Phil Coulson Team.
He bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle and pleaded, "Mr. Shay, please do me your help."
Shay scratched his head, hesitatingly saying, "This..."
He could offer some help; simply sending them to Christine Palmer would stabilize their injuries.
But who is Christine Palmer?
That's Richard's woman!
Even if he, Shay, had some influence, it wouldn't be right to just send the person over directly.
At that moment, Fox, also a member of Phil Coulson Team, quickly walked to Jemma's side and held her hand tenderly.
She looked at Jemma's pale face, then suddenly looked up and glared at Phil.
"Captain Coulson, you better pray May comes back late this time, otherwise... humph!"
Phil Coulson's heart skipped a beat, and his expression froze.
We're doomed!
Melinda treats Fitz and Simmons like her own children.
The fact that the two of them are in this state is also related to his carelessness!
Despite being warned by High Priestess Strucker beforehand to be wary of the other party's Mind Stone control abilities, he simply didn't take it seriously.
"Mr. Shay ..." Phil bowed deeply, pleading humbly, "I know you are incredibly powerful and have a vast network of connections, please do me this favor!"
Shay was startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up.
"Help! Help! I'll help!"
Phil Coulson is an old friend of Richard's, so maybe he can lend a hand.
"Right now, only the Crimson Nun Guard can stabilize their condition, because Dr. Christine Palmer is there."
Phil Coulson's eyes lit up immediately.
" Shay your guidance, Mr. Yil!"
Shay waved his hand, opened the door, and left.
Then, Phil flipped his wrist and used his Comm Watch to dial Hawkeye Clint Barton's number.
'Beep~'
As soon as the call connected, Phil said eagerly, " Clint, I need your help!"
" Phil? What do you need my help with?"
"Three members of my team have suffered severe psychological trauma and require treatment from Dr. Palmer."
Hawkeye paused for a moment, then said, "Understood. I'll ask Dr. Palmer first."
He quickly replied, " Phil, Dr. Palmer has agreed. Send me the coordinates, and I'll send someone to pick them up."
"Okay, Clinton, thank you," Phil said gratefully.
"Hehehe, no need to be so polite, old friend." Hawkeye chuckled, then hung up after receiving the address.
Then, a Spatial Portal opened.
Three Crimson Battle Sister appeared and took Jemma and her two companions away.
Phil looked at the closed Portal with a relieved expression.
Fox gave a cold snort of annoyance and turned to leave.
Phil:...
He rubbed his forehead and transmitted the intelligence from the Quinjet database to headquarters.
The headquarters responded extremely quickly, immediately ordering the Helicarrier to remain on standby, ready to support the ground forces' surprise attack at any time.
Upon returning to headquarters, Shay received the message and immediately met up with Kenneth, heading to the Amazon Rainforest with intelligence on the secret base.
On the other side, in the Rat Prison.
Melinda May had just finished reporting to Warden Thomas.
One day during her vacation, she went straight back to her home in the United States and spent some time being intimate with her husband, Andrew Garner.
Afterwards, she nestled quietly in her husband's arms like a peaceful kitten.
Andrew Garner lowered his head and kissed her forehead, saying, "May, aren't you ready yet?"
"Hmm..." Melinda tightened her arms around her husband and said in a muffled voice, "My situation is different from yours, Andrew."
Andrew asked, puzzled, "What's the difference? You're already a Crimson Believer!"
"Yes, Crimson Believer ..." Melinda turned to the side and extended her right hand in front of the two of them.
'Buzz~'
A touch of Crimson Mana appeared in his palm.
But she only lasted for a dozen seconds before the Crimson Mana rapidly weakened and disappeared.
"You see, my faith is not firm."
"Why is this happening?" Andrew took his wife's hand, frowning as he asked, "Do you have doubts about the Lord of Crimson and the Red Order?"
"I don't know." Melinda's answer surprised Andrew.
"..." Andrew gently put his other arm around his wife's shoulder, jokingly comforting her, "Maybe it's because your period of confusion about your faith has been a bit long~"
"From what I understand, every member of the Order who undergoes the Transformation Ritual to become Crimson Believer experiences a period of faith confusion. For some, it lasts a few days, for others a few months, and in your case, it might last for several years."
"But if you can successfully pass the Transformation Ritual and master the Crimson Mana, it means you have passed the Lord of Crimson's test. Now you need to open your heart and wholeheartedly accept His existence."
Her husband's words offered Melinda a sliver of comfort amidst her confusion, and she nodded silently.
Hell Dimension, Abyss Palace.
Richard yawned and sat up from the super luxurious bed.
Suddenly, a fair arm emerged from under the blanket and forcibly pulled him back inside.
Immediately afterwards, another arm wrapped around his neck.
Richard looked helplessly at the Succubus Queen hadn't faded and whose eyes still held a hint of spring, and said, " Natasha, I feel like your desires are getting stronger and stronger."
"Don't you like it, darling~" Natasha stuck out her pink little tongue and moved it rhythmically on his chin.
"Of course I am..." Richard suddenly flipped her over and pinned her down, pinching Natasha's rounded chin, his eyes burning hot, "...I like her."
He lowered his head and kissed her alluring red lips, and the long-running battle began again.
Time passed, and Natasha finally drifted off to sleep, satisfied.
Richard carefully rolled out of bed, rubbed his slightly sore lower back, and then decisively slipped away.
It's time to continue our journey across time and space!
A familiar Kamar-Taj Battle Mage Set suddenly appeared on his body, and the hood slowly rose.
Then, he stepped forward and disappeared directly into the silently opened spacetime tunnel.