I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

"Wait, wait... pay attention! That's a "good night" gun!"

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

"The bullet can be used, it is non-lethal, has a strong braking ability, and can be split in the subcutaneous tissue..."

"It comes with a dose of only 0.1 microliters of dendritic toxin, right? I'm not Hermione, so I won't use that to cause instant paralysis..."

"You should let me..."

"Those bullets..."

Bang!

With an abrupt sound, Fitz and Simmons, who were bickering, stopped the quarrel at the same time, and turned to look at the entrance of the laboratory.

Ward, who wore a neat black suit and frowned slightly, stood there like this, "Fitz Simmons?"

"He is Fitz."

"She is Simmons."

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

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

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

Many flight crews wearing red vests are loading some items needed for the flight on the plane...

"Ward agent?"

Facing the slightly puzzled Fitz, Ward nodded very coolly, took out a communication device and handed it to the other party:

"Phil Coulson said that my communication receiver needs to be decoded. I don't know if you have dealt with this model before. It is..."

Before Ward could finish explaining, Fitz directly smashed the communication device with a small hammer.

Watching Fitz's actions, Ward was speechless.

Simmons on the side said very 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, carrying a small chip.

"Then, what about it..."

As soon as he spoke, Simmons used a cotton swab to stir Ward's mouth a few times in his mouth.

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

Ward, who was eager to clean up the discomfort with his tongue, had no time to answer.

Looking at the frowning Ward, Simmons smiled and asked in his iconic British accent: "I want to join our journey of mystery, are you excited?"

"It's Christmas!"

At this moment, a roar of the car engine caused Ward and Fitz to turn around and look at the source of the sound.

I saw an old-fashioned car that was red all over, from the hole in the rear door of the plane, followed the pedals, and opened up.

"That is one of Phil Coulson's Aegis antique collections, the flamethrower, the world's first global positioning system, he is extremely obsessed with this tattered..."

I saw the car stopped and Phil Coulson, wearing a pair of sunglasses, got out of the car.

An aircrew wanted to go up to help and tied up this sulky red sports car, but was strongly protested by Phil Coulson:

"Don't touch Lola!"

Seeing this scene, Fitz, standing at the entrance of the laboratory, immediately gave a smirk, "He actually named it a girl..."

Seeing Ward and Fitz standing at the door, Phil Coulson took off his sunglasses and beckoned to Ward, "Agent Ward, come with me!"

Following Phil Coulson, the two passed the spiral staircase next to the laboratory and onto the upper part of the cabin.

While leading Ward through a public event space, Phil Coulson also introduced the team's action experts:

"This mobile command headquarters has been operating at full capacity in the 1990s, but after that we had an aerospace carrier, so it was temporarily eliminated. It was not seen again until a few days ago."

"Don't underestimate it, it's a command fighter that represents S.H.I.E.L.D for many years..."

This large aircraft, called "bus" by Phil Coulson, is a military armed transport aircraft modified from the Boeing C-17. It is equipped with six variable-directional jet engines and has vertical lift capabilities. It is numbered "SHIELD6- 1-6"

The lower part of the cabin is equipped with a fully functional large laboratory, garage and training room. In addition to the cockpit, the upper part also has a strategic layout room, an interrogation room, and Phil Coulson’s exclusive office, as well as separate bedrooms, public activity spaces, and small Living facilities such as kitchen and mini bar.

In short, the internal space of this aircraft can be called "bus".

And why are Phil Coulson, Ward, and the science duo all on this plane?

Everything goes back to a week ago...

. . .

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

This is a special team that is completely subordinate to Fury and is not controlled by other departments.

In many games with the Security Council, Fury has come to understand a truth, if you want to do what you want to do, you must get rid of the restraint of the Security Council!

On the matter of the Avengers Monitoring Group, the reason why he did not express any opinion, but silently accepted the decision of the council.

That's because he made a deal with the Security Council.

And this special team formed by his confidant, Phil Coulson, is the price of the trade!

For Fury, the idea of ​​paying part of the power of supervision and gaining part of the autonomy is a good deal.

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

However, this transaction still allowed the HYDRA leaders in the Security Council, Malik and Pierce, to find an opportunity to insert a nail.

And that nail is undoubtedly the tall and strong man standing in front of Phil Coulson at the moment, Grant Ward!

However, for all this, Phil Coulson, who is thinking about how to knead the entire team into a ball, has no idea...

"This is your bedroom, if..."

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

"If you want to pack things up, hurry up, five minutes later, the plane takes off..."

Melinda May, wearing a navy blue Aegis uniform, handed a document to Phil Coulson as he spoke: "We may meet members of the High Tide Organization in the middle of the journey..."

"Very well, we have to hurry. After all, the journey is a bit far away..."

Seeing Melinda May who turned and left, Ward's eyes were full of surprise, "Is that... the person I thought of?"

"She's just a flightman." Phil Coulson looked down at the file and replied without looking up.

"Melinda May is just a flightman? Please, sir, what kind of medicine do you sell in the gourd?"

"You better go and put your luggage..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Phil Coulson walked to his exclusive office, leaving only the solemn Ward, standing still...

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