Chapter three hundred and forty second high altitude jump
The two heads were in front of the illuminated screen in the center of the Airbus. The one on the left with a healthier and younger hairline was slightly better in terms of hair count. However, Salomon did not feel proud of this. He was staring intently at S.H.I.E.L.D.
The picture provided shows one after another of special operations team members wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. armbands entering the University of Greenwich.
From the footage from the cameras they carried, Salomon could see the Greenwich Observatory in the distance.
When the Mystic asked why the S.H.I.E.L.D. team was able to walk openly on British soil, Agent Coulson still used the same old tactics to deal with it. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is an international organization, and it is a democratic country.
"This is an agreement reached between us." Maybe Coulson was answering sincerely, but Salomon always thought he was lying, "This is completely different from totalitarianism. I believe those special forces members think so too, and they will regard this as a lie."
Seen as help. They are all British, and some have experience in serving in the SAS and have solved many premeditated terrorist attacks. They are all very powerful fighters."
"No matter how powerful it is, it's still not enough compared to the dark elves." Salomon turned to thank Simmons for the hot cocoa and expressed his appreciation for the work of the science team. Now, Fitz from the science team is talking to Eric.
After communicating with Dr. Schavig, he has achieved certain results. Soon, he will be able to calculate the exact location where the celestial convergence occurs.
Agent Coulson asked Fitz to promise that after being mentally contaminated by Dr. Eric Schavig, he would never run around without clothes like the astronomy professor. Fitz agreed, but it seemed that his
Agent Coulson is not as confident as Agent Coulson, because Dr. Eric Schavig's theory is really a bit absurd. Fitz doesn't think this is something that can be learned or inferred with the current level of astronomy. He believes that this knowledge must be
It has its origin.
This thought made Fitz very uneasy.
"Do you know our enemies very well?" Agent Coulson raised his eyebrows with interest. He also received a cup of hot cocoa, but he put the cup on the holographic projection table before taking a few sips. At this time, the plane had already followed the instructions
Salomon's instructions hovered at a high altitude to avoid being cut off by the space rift when the sky met. The engine designed by Stark was very excellent, and the liquid in the cup was as calm as lake water. Of course, this was inseparable from the pilot's superb driving skills.
Regardless, Melinda May controls the plane as if she were a limb.
"I've seen it a few times." Salomon said while drinking hot cocoa. The mug in his hand was customized by Fitz. The pure white mug had a silly fat cat printed on it. "They have gravity weapons, that's
A thrown weapon," he said, "that distorts gravity in a small area, like a black hole, squeezing everything into a ball. If your agent was hit by something like that, you wouldn't have to find his body again.
Easy, because I guess the remains may not be as big as a fist - but don't worry, the body must be complete, just compressed, and you only need a can to pack it up."
"Then we need to evacuate the crowd." Agent Coulson pointed at the screen, "The special forces have eliminated the security guards, and now ordinary people in the entire school are evacuating. If I guess correctly, after a while,
Downing Street's protest call is coming. Are you interested in listening to it? I think as the heir of King Arthur, you should have something to say to them, right?"
The agent's last words sounded like teasing, and Salomon gave him an eye roll in response.
"Well, it seems you're not interested. I just hope you brought enough weapons - I mean, I hope your assistant brought enough weapons, if the dark elves are really as scary as you say
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When the invisible alien warship revealed its huge figure, everyone standing on the ground involuntarily raised their heads and looked to the sky.
Melinda May urgently pulled up the airbus, and the towering spikes on the top of the dark elf flagship barely missed the plane's belly. Although the razor-like alien flagship had stalled, its huge mass and solid
The material allowed it to plow deeply into the ground of the atrium of the University of Greenwich. The special agent team and the Asgardian Spirit Warriors undoubtedly discovered this situation, and they were rushing towards the atrium.
Salomon walked down from the cargo hold and saw the prepared androids and the female hacker with a painful face and rubbing her butt. The mystic mage ignored the unlucky guy who fell down due to the emergency maneuver. "Now, start the structure.
Body." He said, "I need them to meet the Dark Elves."
"Master, the construct is ready."
"Very good, I will open the portal now." Salomon turned his wrist, and a circle sprayed with orange-red sparks appeared on the grass in the atrium. The constructs belonging to Salomon filed out of the portal. These battles
The construct follows the pragmatism spirit of the Mystic. The minimalist bright lamp head and the sharp-edged limbs specially designed for combat interpret this style. The exposed gears illustrate Salomon's obsession with consumption.
Good attitude.
As soon as these constructs appeared, they rushed towards the dark elf warship. Under the command of the artificial man, they used razor-like hands and feet to climb on the warship. Due to the aesthetics of the dark elves, they installed the elevator at the lowest point.
The conspicuous middle position and the lack of any protection also gave the constructs the opportunity to pounce on the falling cabin, like spiders clinging to the elevator.
However, the materials used by the dark elves were a bit too good. All the constructs could do was to leave small holes in the black cabin, and the constructs blocking the cabin were twisted and shattered. But even
They were unable to cause much damage to the machinery, but when the dark elf soldiers walked out of the cabin, the blade-like limbs still came into play.
They waved their long, thin blades at the cabin door, slicing the dark elf soldiers who appeared recklessly. The constructs faithfully fulfilled Salomon's instructions, and they did not give the dark elves a chance to come out.
But Salomon knew that the construct could not hold back the dark elves for too long.
"You..." Fear emerged in Skye's heart. She had not personally experienced the Battle of New York, but learned about those situations from the Internet. But when the alien battleship really appeared in front of her eyes, that kind of fear
The feeling burst out from the depths of human genes. "What are you going to do?" She looked at Salomon's neck being continuously covered with bright silver armor, and suddenly felt that the arrogance of the guy in front of her was justified, "You
Are you sure you can handle it?"
"I have encountered more terrifying enemies than this, miss." When the armor formed a ferocious chin, the mystic mage glanced at the panicked hacker. "Don't worry." He consoled him, changing his previous attitude.
"The dark elves themselves are not powerful. The trouble is another thing."
"what?"
Salomon, whose head was completely covered in armor, did not answer, and Skye was unable to observe the mystic's expression from the dark eye slits. She saw that the transformation of the armor did not end there, when Salomon
When Lomon walked towards the cargo hold with his back to her, she saw it more clearly.
Skye saw that the bright silver shoulder armor on both sides was raised high, and together with the back armor, they formed two huge polygonal structures. After completing the transformation, Salomon reached out and hugged the artificial assistant wearing a black skirt. The artificial assistant
The person's joyful expression gave Skye a premonition, and she dodged in time, but the hot wind blowing against her face made her turn somersault.
Before she closed her eyes due to the strong wind, she saw the flames spurting out of the polygonal structure, and the unparalleled power took Salomon and the artificial man to fly down from the cargo hold of the aircraft.
"Asshole!" Skye lay on the cargo floor, stretched out a hand and protested fiercely that no one could hear.