People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Coulson yawned so widely that his mouth almost dislocated as he swallowed the egg.

"MoDan, maybe I will die suddenly."

After imagining the scene - the pastor read in a sad tone: "Phil Colson was a great man who was out of vulgar taste. While caring about the comfort of all mankind, he was a good friend and a good colleague. He died. Overwork is what Colson is shouting with his life: Don't stay up late. Staying up late is bad for your health, especially your kidney function..."

The "poof" sounds that couldn't help but laugh out loud continued one after another, 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's face was ferocious, and he subconsciously told other agents around him to stay away.

"It's crazy, absolutely crazy!"

"Nervous breakdown."

"I heard that I don't have a girlfriend, it's depressing..."

The above are the speculations of other agents.

Grant was also there. He was observing the surrounding environment. Through the barbed wire fence, not far away was the 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 is said that he was a person before. Because of the sensitivity of Hydra spies, it was purely personal curiosity at this time.It’s just that he didn’t know the saying, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

At this time, a voice was heard from the bug listening to the airport console, and a private plane was requesting to land.

"Check this plane." Coulson ordered his men.

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 style of American beauties.

"Check equipment!"

The clicking sounds of guns being checked in the car were heard one after another.After the inspection, a bunch 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, but I have taken off my pants, so why don't you show me this?

"understand!"

If you have any objections, you can raise them on the spot.Otherwise, no matter what you think in your heart, you must not act contrary to what you are doing.

Therefore, if you do not have the aura and strength of the protagonist, it is 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" Coulson referred to, no one asked.SHIELD's own responsibility is to investigate and solve supernatural events. Most people have been exposed to things that science cannot explain, so they don't make as much fuss as 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 heavily armed. They wanted to hang two grenades under their crotches.Only the chief wore a men's suit and shirt.

Why the emphasis on men?

Because the leader is a woman, 25 or [-] years old, with short hair and a face that is abstinent, sexual, and cold.She calls herself Ares, the "Judge" of the High Table.

Ares is not tall. Among all the big men, she is two heads shorter on average, 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 break the rules of the Continental Hotel.

As for other armed personnel, they are divided into two small groups: mutants and normal people.There was no hostility, but there was no communication throughout.

The other armed men didn't like the two mutants.

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 the mutants do? They suddenly awakened and gained superpowers.

Just like modern martial artists' aversion to hot weapons, they practiced Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter. They persisted for ten years and then were shot down.

So angry.

Ares turned a blind eye to the situation on both sides.She is not a community worker. It doesn’t matter whether you are in harmony or not, just complete the task well.

The crew opened the hatch, and the elites protected Ares as he walked down the gangway.

"Something's wrong." Ares was alert.

It stands to reason that people from the North American branch of Continental Hotels 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, either standing or squatting, aiming at the surroundings.

Ares looked not far away. There were several high-end off-road vehicles parked there, which should be the vehicles prepared by the North American Division.

Ares said to Bowery, one of the mutants: "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's the enemy?"

"I didn't see it." Bowery shook his head.

According to the information provided by Winston, Bowery's superpower is clairvoyance, with a range of 50 meters.

So the green belt where SHIELD is hiding is about a hundred meters away from the airport.And Mike... Bowery's clairvoyant eye is not the Zong family's white eye. It can only see through. Without a 360-degree viewing angle, Mike only needs to hide in Bowery's blind spot.

"Not right."

Not far away, Grant 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 was something obviously wrong with this fog, Grant was sure, so the fog only enveloped Ares and his party.He just didn't know whether the fog was caused by Ares and his party, or whether it came from an unknown enemy.

Grant glanced at his colleagues and found that they had the same puzzlement in their eyes, except for Coulson who was calm and had everything under control.

Clearly, Coulson knew what was going on.

Grant thought about 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 one of SHIELD's convoys, the excited voices of a man and a woman suddenly came from one of the cars.

"Fitz, Fitz, calm down, calm down, okay?" Coulson was like coaxing a child, "Simmons, let Fitz calm down, don't mess 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."

"..." Fitz was not the only one who seemed to be uncalm in Coulson.

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.

"can."

"That's good." Colson breathed a sigh of relief, indicating that this kind of fog that interferes with vision is not without solutions.