A small town in New Mexico. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sunset was slanting, and the golden light spreads over the desolate fields. The sunset at the edge of the horizon was filled with colors like an oil painting.

At this time, Servig was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery. He hurried back to his residence from the center of the town with a thick hard shell book under his armpit.

"Jane is not here?" He searched for Miss Foster as soon as he entered the door, but only her casual intern Daisy.

"She drove out to relax and might have to come back later." Daisy didn't look up. Anyway, the equipment and data were dragged away by SHIELD, and the research came to a standstill. She simply sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding this love novel in her arms.

"Just don't be with that guy." Serveg said to himself and put down the thick book, which was a collection of stories about Nordic myths. A few days ago, they came into contact with a strange man who called himself Thor, looking for a hammer named Miaoernir... Serveg always felt that his life experience sounded very familiar, and he found a related story in the reading room in the town.

"Thor?" Daisy finally raised her head and asked with wide eyes, thinking of another person with extraordinary abilities who had been in close contact with.

"Professed." The doctor shook his head and denied it. "There are no extraordinary events in the world that we encounter. No matter whether he has paranoid symptoms or wants to play tricks, I don't care. As long as Jane is not hurt." Dr. Selveg and Foster's father were close friends during his lifetime, so he always had a fatherly relationship with Jane, and he didn't want Jane to be implicated because of Thor.

"It's useless, you see Jane's look at him. I bet she forgot Fitz... Poor Fitz, he is still coming from the far east coast to help us, I hope he won't be hurt." Daisy pressed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and continued to look down at the novel.

Selvig frowned. He had never seen Fitz before. He only knew that he was a boy who had something to do with S.H.E.L.D., and maybe a little special, but he finally sounded like a normal person.

I hope Jane won't have any trouble--the doctor thought so, and he could not guess that Jane met Thor again on the way to relax, and then took him to the crater controlled by S.H.E.L.D. to find Thor's Hammer.

Servig stood by the door and looked outside in a distance. The sunset had already submerged into the horizon, and the light gradually dimmed, leaving only flocculent clouds in the sky.

When the doctor looked out, the town was clear and a remote camp dozens of miles away had turned into another kind of weather.

At some point, the clouds in the sky gathered together, forming crimson and light purple thunder and rain clouds. They rolled for a while, and soon merged into one again, turning into huge dense clouds, so low that they seemed to be on top of their heads, making the visibility of the entire camp as dim as late as the night.

"I feel something is wrong. What's wrong?" Colson was the supervisor here. He sensitively noticed abnormal weather changes. He immediately walked into the observation room from outside and found that it was a mess inside.

"The interference from this thing is too great, and the signal can hardly penetrate the clouds." Bald agent Sitterville replied. At this time, both the mobile phone and other communication equipment were in a semi-paralyzed state. The screen image was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and it could only be seen from the instrument that the shape in the crater was simple. The hammer that could not be picked up was releasing a large number of electromagnetic waves.

It changed the weather and made storms brew in the air.

"This won't work. Now we have too few people, especially experts in energy and materials. There should be some on it. Where did they go when we need it most?" Sitterville looked anxious, but his eyes were staring at Colson.

"Oh, I heard that Fury's toaster was broken, maybe he wanted a brand new one." Colson smiled and walked past the topic, as if the worry just now never existed.

The test was fruitless, and Starville stopped asking more questions and instead complained about the current situation.

"What should I do here? These people can only measure the surface data. There is no way to deal with the target metal composition and internal structure, and even the pattern style is unclear. We cannot always be dragged here."

"Don't worry." Colson comforted his colleagues. "I know a reliable guy who is coming here and will appear in front of you soon."

Daisy was right, and Colson was right, the people they were waiting for were flying toward New Mexico southwest at 30,000 feet.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen. I am Colonel Tarbert. I am honored to serve you. Eric is the person my grandfather and father admire most. I have been listening to his name since childhood. His friends are my friends, so please don't be polite if you need anything---this is my territory, no one will talk too much." The tough Air Force Colonel blinked at the guest and then called Eric out of the cabin.

The sailor Tabert was now nearly ninety years old. With the help of Eric and his own efforts, he retired with a medal of honor and the rank of lieutenant general. Although his son was not as glorious as his father, he also had a considerable connection and status. His grandson Glen Tabert's career was successful after joining the Air Force. He became a glorious colonel just after he was forty. Because of his ability and family background, he was highly regarded by his boss and had a bright future.

The Tabert family was originally one of the chess pieces Eric Bun, and Glenn himself hoped to deepen his relationship with this elder and hero, so occasionally hearing that Eric needed to fly to New Mexico immediately arranged the best cabin on a military transport plane passing through the southwest.

Fitz can rest assured now. Although SHIELD is stuck in travel funds very much, Eric does not need to obey others' instructions, and keeping a distance from Fury can also help some people with utmost care to relieve their doubts.

"Your girlfriend called for help, and Colson hoped to help him. If there was a conflict, who would you like to speak from?" Zhenma sarcastically said to her companion, for some reason why she had been in a bad mood since she came out and always wanted to make some trouble.

"Uh, of course, it's our position... If Colson doesn't object, I don't think he would mind returning Jane's stuff to her after the mission." Fitz scratched his head a little. As an agent, he had to learn to calm down, but when it comes to personal feelings, this rookie is still a bit embarrassing.

At his answer, Zhenma rolled her eyes, but she didn't say anything more. She lowered her head and observed the transparent glass box in her arms, where there was a liquid organism jumping up and down.

"What is this?" Bronsky, who was sitting opposite, had long been curious. He had never seen such a creature before. After all, he had been imprisoned in Alaska and General Ross' base for a year, and the appearance of Black Spider-Man was only a recent event.

"A parasite." Jenma did not give him a look. She was still a little awe of Bronsky anyway. "It was taken from Spider-Man, according to my observation, it has a certain intelligence, likes to be parasitized in powerful human bodies, and can strengthen their physique, especially the aggressiveness will become very strong."

"Including ability?" Bronsky became interested, and he was full of favor for everything that could enhance himself.

"Including ability." Jenma answered briefly, then looked at him and reminded him in time. "The price is to lose your mind and not be able to control yourself."

Brownsky's eyebrows hopped, and his curiosity was immediately dispelled. He was proud that he could still remain sober after his transformation, but he didn't want to become a beast that was difficult to communicate like Hulk.

But he had another question, which was about a new friend on the other side.

"Why does it keep jumping at me? Isn't Fitz also a superpower? I read the newspaper a few days ago and mentioned him."

Fitz was a little embarrassed, they were all rumor stories made up by tabloids.

"Actually I'm not a superhero. Eric helped me that day. He didn't know how to make me float in the sky, and then I saved Jane and Daisy. We met since then. In fact, we had nothing." The boy defended himself, but he felt strange in his heart. What he had encountered these days made him miss the glory of that moment more and more.

Don’t worry about being hurt by others. Flying in the air with your own body and saving the invading women is as cool as the omnipotent superman.

Brownsky ​​knew it and looked to the other side of the cabin. Eric was sitting by the porthole and watching the night outside.

The plane ran smoothly in the air and entered New Mexico a few hours later. At this time, it was already dawn. Crossing the Grande River, which originated from the San Juan Mountains and dividing the state into two, the sparse, arid and desolate southwest border area was revealed to passengers.

"I have a hunch, Emile." Eric told Bronsky as the plane landed at Santa Fe Airport, the state capital. "You might meet a good opponent here."

"Same as you?" asked Bronsky, who was too impressed by Eric's ability to completely restrain himself.

"Maybe about the same as Hulk." Eric roughly estimated and answered.

"I've been waiting for a long time, sir." Brownsky ​​finally smiled, his aggressive nature roared in his body, as if he would turn into a hideous and violent behemoth in the next moment.

Meanwhile, next to the town hundreds of miles away, four strong men and women in strange clothes had just emerged from a pillar of light falling from the sky.

"Where did these people come from? Have you been doing Renaissance Carnival recently?" On the roof of the roadside, two black-clothed agents happened to see four weirdos. They bit their hamburgers and turned on the walkie-talkie to report to the top.
Chapter completed!