"Wait, wait... Be careful! That''s a" good night "gun!"


    "The gun is on my luggage and can''t be used. Besides, why do we call it..."


    "Bullets can be used. They are non lethal, have strong braking ability, and can split when they are in subcutaneous tissue..."


    "And a dose of 0.1 μ l dendritic toxin, right? I''m not Hermione, but I won''t use that to cause instant paralysis..."


    "You should let me..."


    "Those bullets..."


    Boom!


    Accompanied by a sudden noise, Fitz and Simmons, who were quarrelling, stopped arguing and turned to look at the door of the laboratory.


    Ward, dressed in a neat black suit and frowning slightly, stood there, "Fitz Simmons?"


    "He''s Fitz."


    "She''s Simmons."


    Fitz and Simmons pointed to each other and briefly introduced themselves.


    "She specializes in biochemistry and I specialize in mechanical engineering."


    The place where the three stood was in the cabin of a large plane.


    Many flight attendants in red vests are carrying some items needed for flight onto the plane


    "Agent ward?"


    Facing Fitz with a little doubt, ward nodded coolly, took out a communication device and handed it to the other party:


    "Colson said that my communication receiver needs decoding. I don''t know if you have handled this model before. It is..."


    Before ward finished explaining, Fitz smashed the communication device with a small hammer.


    Watching Fitz''s move, waldton was speechless.


    Simmons, on one side, explained enthusiastically: "it doesn''t matter. He will reset the intrusion detection and identification system chip."


    "In ear communication no longer needs an external receiver..." Fitz added with a small chip.


    "Well, how does it..."


    As soon as he spoke, Ward''s mouth was stirred by Simmons with a cotton swab in his mouth.


    "Embedded sensory nerve silicone will pair with your DNA. It''s very fashionable, isn''t it?"


    Eager to clean his mouth with his tongue, Ward had no time to answer.


    Looking at the frowning ward, Simmons smiled and asked, "are you excited to join our exploration tour?"


    "It''s Christmas!"


    Just then, a roar of the car engine made ward and Fitz turn around and look at the source of the sound.


    I saw a red old car coming up from the open rear hatch of the plane and following the pedal.


    "That''s one of Coulson''s Aegis antique collections, flame thrower, the world''s first global positioning system. He is extremely obsessed with this junk..."


    I saw the car stop and Colson with a pair of sunglasses came down from the car.


    A flight attendant wanted to go up and help tie up the coquettish red sports car, but Coulson strongly protested:


    "Don''t touch Lola!"


    Seeing this scene, Fitz, standing at the door of the laboratory, immediately showed a giggle, "he gave it a girl''s name..."


    Seeing ward and Fitz standing at the door, Colson took off his sunglasses and waved to ward, "agent ward, come with me!"


    Following Colson, they went up the upper part of the cabin through the spiral ladder next to the laboratory.


    While leading ward through a public activity space, Colson also introduced the team''s action experts:


    "This mobile command has been operating at full capacity since the 1990s, but then we have an aerospace carrier, so it was temporarily eliminated. It didn''t appear until a few days ago."


    "Don''t underestimate it. It is a command fighter representing the honor of the Divine Shield Bureau for many years..."


    This large aircraft, called "bus" by Colson, is a military armed transport aircraft modified from Boeing C-17. It is equipped with six variable direction jet engines and has vertical lifting capability. The number is "s.h.i.e.l.d.6-1-6"


    The lower part of the cabin is equipped with a large laboratory, garage and training room with complete functions. In addition to the cockpit, the upper part is also equipped with strategic layout room, interrogation room, Colson''s exclusive office, as well as living facilities such as members'' independent bedrooms, public activity space, small kitchen and mini bar.


    In short, the interior space of the plane can be called its name "bus"


    And why are Colson, ward, and the science duo on this plane?


    Everything goes back a week


    。。。


    A week ago, Colson, who had just submitted the final report on the Tahiti plan, was called to the office by Frey and received a new task - to form a mobile command team!


    This is a special team completely under the command of Frey and not controlled by other departments.


    In many games with the Security Council, Frey understood that if he wants to do what he wants to do, he must get rid of the clamp of the Security Council!


    On the matter of the avenger monitoring group, he did not express any opinion, but silently accepted the decision of the Council.


    That is because he made a deal with the Security Council.


    The special team formed by his confidant Colson is the price of the deal!


    The idea of paying part of the supervision power and getting part of the autonomy is a cost-effective deal for Frey.


    After all, under the supervision of the Security Council, if he wants to perform some unknown tasks, he can only use all means


    However, the deal still gave Malik and pierce, the Hydras in the Security Council, a chance to put a nail in it.


    And that nail is undoubtedly the tall and strong man standing in front of Colson at this moment, grant ward!


    However, Colson, who is thinking about how to knead the whole team, knows nothing about it


    "This is your bedroom, if..."


    Before Coulson finished, a female voice took over his words:


    "If you want to pack up, hurry up. The plane will take off in five minutes..."


    Melinda may, wearing a Tibetan aegis uniform, handed Colson a document while talking: "we may meet members of the flood tide organization halfway..."


    "Well, we have to hurry. After all, the road is a little far away..."


    Looking at Melinda may who turned away, Ward''s eyes were full of surprise. "Is that... The person I thought of?"


    "She''s just a pilot," Colson replied without raising his head, looking down at the documents.


    "Melinda may is just a pilot? Please, sir, what medicine do you sell in the gourd?"


    "You''d better put your luggage away..."


    As soon as the voice fell, Colson walked to his exclusive office, leaving only a slightly dignified ward standing in place