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Aegis, Tri-Wing Building.

When Deputy Director Maria Hill walked into the director's office, the screen on Lu Dan's desk looked like something similar to a rising stock price. However, the experienced Deputy Director Hill had no expression on his face and seemed not to notice. He stood upright in front of his desk and started talking about business directly.

"Agent Romanoff came with news," she said. "She said that Stark took the Avengers on a trip to celebrate after the war and to enhance the relationship between teammates."

"Oh? Isn't that great? That unreliable guy Stark finally starts to act like a leader."

Luo Dan continued to stare at his screen intently. He might have thought that Mr. Director was concentrating on some confidential matter involving world security.

"That's good, but the location chosen by Stark is an uninhabited island in the Indian Ocean. According to Agent Romanoff's description, the island maintains its original ecology completely and does not belong to the territory of any country. And she said that place. Very weird."

"eccentric?"

Luodan finally put aside his busy "official duties" for a while, raised his head and narrowed his eyes. He was quite confident in Black Widow's intuition and judgment. If she used words like "weird" to describe it, then there must be something noteworthy about the island.

"Yes. She sent me the specific coordinates, and then I entered the coordinates of the island into SHIELD's system and got this."

Agent Hill handed over the tablet tucked under his arm. Lu Dan took it and took a quick look. On the screen was a satellite image of a certain area in the Indian Ocean. In the center of the screen was an island shrouded in clouds and mist, and the file column was marked "Highly Confidential."

The eyelid of Lu Dan's one eye twitched. It was obvious that he recognized this place.

"How did Stark find this place?" He looked at Hill strangely.

"Not sure. But he hacked into our system from Stark Tower last month." Hill's face remained calm. "Maybe he discovered this place from our files at that time."

Luodan snorted. It seems that SHIELD's security system needs to be upgraded again. Ever since the Avengers were established and began to establish a certain synergy with SHIELD, Stark has made their SHIELD network security department look like a bunch of thieves more than once. An idiot who works hard.

"Sir, is there anything special about this place?" Hill asked.

Luodan thought for a while. It seems a bit dangerous to say it's not dangerous, but considering that Stark has a plane of Avengers, it doesn't seem dangerous at all.

So he waved his hand: "Forget it, don't worry about this matter, let them go their own way."

"Yes, sir." Hill nodded.

As an adjutant, she didn't know the secrets about this island, but according to SHIELD's rules, she didn't have to inquire about things the director didn't want her to know.

Luodan, on the other hand, felt that nothing could happen to him with a group of Avengers here anyway, so he took this opportunity to scare Stark a little, telling him not to casually seek out S.H.I.E.L.D. secrets in the future.

It was already night on this small uninhabited island. After a series of activities such as swimming, beach volleyball, party singing, etc., the passengers set up tents not far from the sea and went back to their tents to rest.

Late at night, three in the morning local time.

At this point, everyone had fallen asleep, and even Stark had already finished some indescribable exercise with Pepper in the tent and fell into a deep sleep. Wave after wave hit the rocks along the coast, and the white waves rolled the golden sand back into the waves.

Gwen turned unconsciously in her sleeping bag and was suddenly awakened by a sharp stinging sensation. The pain seemed to crawl up her neck, causing her to sit up suddenly.

Gwen sat quietly in the darkness for two seconds and breathed softly. Even breathing echoed in the darkness. She slowly turned her head and glanced at Jessica who was wrapped like a rice dumpling in a sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. Only then did she remember that she was on an uninhabited island.

Is it a nightmare?

Gwen was a little unsure whether it was a nightmare or some kind of reminder brought to her by the spider sense. She needed to confirm it herself.

Gwen stood up gently, trying her best to slow down her movements so as not to wake up Jessica next to her - but in fact, it was unnecessary for her to do so, because unless Thor, the God of Thunder, was swinging a hammer next to her, she would be in a deep sleep state. Jessica didn't wake up that easily.

A half-hidden moon hung in the sky, but its light was not enough to illuminate the mist-shrouded island. The fog on the island in the early morning seemed to be thicker than during the day, the sea water brought a fishy smell, and the cool wind sent chills down the spine.

Gwen had only taken a few steps along the shore when the tingling pain struck her again.

This time she was convinced that it was a warning from the spider sense, and she was extremely clear about the location and incoming danger. Her pupils shrank and her body shrank to the side without thinking. The icy wind flew almost close to her chest with a strong whirlwind. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a crudely made spear, like an ancient exhibit in a museum.

Only then did Gwen suddenly realize that there was someone else standing next to her - the reason why she realized it now was because the other person's skin color was as dark as Nick Fury's, and the other person was also naked. Standing in a dark environment is basically the same as becoming invisible.

A barefooted black man with a grass skirt tied around his waist, holding a hand-cut spear in his hand, looked like a primitive man from a popular science show.

The man let out a strange cry, raised his hand and stabbed him with a spear. He looks very fierce, and with the background and atmosphere around him, he is quite impressive, but his physical fitness seems to be that of an ordinary person after all. In Gwen's eyes, he is just a cannon fodder player. Gwen grabbed and sent his gun smoothly, and easily pushed the man over and somersaulted, causing his mouth to be filled with fine gravel.

The man got up in embarrassment, but instead of attacking rashly, he started to curse vaguely while holding the gun.

After a second Gwen realized that he wasn't the only one here.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and the black uncles wearing grass skirts came out one by one, holding homemade cold weapons. Moving heads began to appear one after another on the rocks nearby, and the other direction was also surrounded by indigenous people dressed in primitive costumes at some unknown time.

Before they knew it, they were surrounded.

Gwen looked at a group of black uncles who were slowly approaching with eager eyes. She tilted her head and thought for a while, then decided to turn around and shout: "Well, guys, you'd better get up. We seem to be welcomed."