As a command center, Zephyr No. 1 is not good at firepower. Powerful detection, communication functions and personnel dispatch capabilities are the functions that a mobile command center should have. Observers do not need to report to Mike any abnormalities found on the radar.
, he could also hear the roar of the engine coming from the ramp hatch. The rapidly approaching noise was as noticeable as a person shouting in the cabin.
"This is not the engine sound of the Quinjet." Mike raised his head thoughtfully. He was familiar with the engine sound of SHIELD aircraft. Compared with the noise he heard now, the noise made by the Quinjet was like just waking up.
The scream of a kitten with its eyes open. Moreover, the radar image showed that the speed of this aircraft was astonishingly fast, which once made Mike think that the passengers on the aircraft were not ordinary people.
"Bring weapons and prepare for defense."
After nearly five minutes, the engine noise disappeared. The agent who had gone out for defense work returned to the command cabin with a complicated expression. Another agent followed him, half dragging and half pulling a black figure in. Everyone.
You can smell the sour smell of semi-digested food hitting your face. "Wanted criminal Daisy Johnson." The agent walking in front said with a frown, "Should we notify Agent Coulson?"
"No, just put her on the seat." Mike glanced at the three-dimensional map on the screen, temporarily put down the task and walked over. Even after the rest, Daisy Johnson's face was still as pale as a dead person. Her hands and feet were weak.
Lying on the seat, with her eyes closed tightly, she seemed unconcerned about her next fate. Mike asked, "What happened to her?"
"A black aircraft sent her over. To be precise, she was thrown down." The agent felt that he would not be able to forget that funny scene in his future life - just when the agents pointed their guns at the
When setting up the aircraft, Daisy Johnson stumbled and staggered down the ramp door of the aircraft, and then lay down in front of them like a rag doll. Then the aircraft closed the door and walked straight
She took off and returned to the sky. "As for her...as you can see, she is airsick. The medical staff cleared her airway and gave her an injection. Sir, I suggest cuffing her."
After watching the surveillance video in the Zephyr-1 cabin, Mike shook his head.
He recognized that aircraft. Just like SHIELD has its own Quinjet, other organizations also have their own aircraft. This kind of aircraft with thick armor and powerful firepower belongs to the Immortal City, and SHIELD has encountered these aircraft in the past.
With the aircraft threat of nuclear bombs, SHIELD's only anti-aircraft firepower was helpless against the aircraft that could fly like a missile. This agent had never participated in an alien rescue mission before and did not know the relationship between the aircraft in the Eternal City.
It’s understandable, but it’s absolutely impossible for Mike to tell him about alien rescue and alien nano-parasites.
"No, let her have a good rest." Mike said, "Wait until Agent Coulson comes back before waking her up. She must have some news she wants to let us know by then."
"In fact, the material science research in the Eternal City is very valuable, and all of it has been transformed into products with practical uses. The pilots of all assault transport crafts wear very lightweight flight suits, which have better functions than the space suits of other countries.
It's just that the people who usually board the assault transport ship are either wearing power armor or have been genetically modified, so some issues about ordinary passengers will be ignored." Salomon read the document in his hand while wearing sunglasses, "It seems that the magical world ignores
My thinking about customer experience has been extended to the scientific research department, or maybe it’s because there is no place to accept complaints in the Eternal City. I think we need to customize a set of clothing for passengers that can be put on and taken off quickly to prevent them from vomiting on the deck.
A good way. What do you think?”
"I think we need to bask in the sun for a while before going to enjoy dinner. You've been working for five hours, dear, it's time to relax. Don't forget that you are here for a vacation, not to be a slave."
Unita emerged from the clear water and walked up to the edge of the pool while holding on to the steps. She reached out to untie her bikini strings, and her wet swimsuit immediately fell to the ground. She shook her soaked long hair indifferently.
He went to the lounge chairs under the shade of the sun umbrella and the champagne in the ice bucket. Originally, there was no swimming pool in the manor, but after Salomon bought the place, he insisted on building a new swimming pool with a heating system, even if the weather was cold.
Enjoy swimming.
"Dinah made Texas smoked brisket, but before enjoying it..."
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Salomon reached out and checked the document, then threw it aside.
This was completely a spontaneous behavior of his brain, and he didn't realize what happened until he did all this. He stared at his hands in surprise, but then his eyes involuntarily turned to the other side - the wide swimming pool.
The water surface reflects the orange-red sunset light, and the sparkling light is like rolling molten gold, which combines with the silver light emitted by the lighting to form a dreamlike color. Bayonetta is like a night sky mixed with light grey, blood red and deep purple.
Come, she sat astride him with moisture all over her body. The water droplets with body temperature rolled down from the witch's skin and hit him like raindrops. She stared closely at the mystic mage's eyes with her light gray eyes.
, those eyes were full of power and lust. Salomon felt that his throat was dry, his body temperature was rising, the witch's charm swallowed him up like a tsunami, and the hot thighs clinging to his waist became a fatal blow to his throat.
.
The witch looked arrogant, holding two glasses of champagne with tiny bubbles in her hands. The cold body of the wine made the walls of the delicate thin glasses covered with a layer of white frost. She knew that no one could resist her, because her opponent had already raised his flag to surrender.
She is the queen of this battlefield. Just like countless times in the past, Bayonetta can always win the first victory. Although subsequent failures are inevitable, she will never be afraid of challenges. Sometimes she just
Need a helper.
Until Salomon took the wine glass handed by the witch, he felt that he was still falling in the dream.
"I can't praise you enough, my dear, just like when we first met." He painted many paintings, and the witch was always his protagonist. However, no matter what kind of brush he used, he could not depict Bayonetta.
With the unparalleled vigorous tension and attraction in his body, he tried his best but could not paint on the canvas the love as hot as magma in those light gray eyes.
"Let us enjoy the champagne first." His Adam's apple twitched up and down, "Maybe the dinner will have to be postponed a little longer. If Joan of Arc wants to complain, then let her complain - we try not to tell her."
The witch's palm pressed tightly against his chest, and her fingertips traced from bottom to top, almost cutting the skin of his chest and abdomen. She smiled and narrowed her eyes, enjoying the control at this moment. "I want to try it.
In the water...don't you want to do that?"
After enjoying a perfect life, Salomon blamed himself for two seconds, and then floated out of the warm water with the black-haired witch in his arms. At this moment, night had covered the sky, and the only lighting in the swimming pool was the cold lights installed around it.
"I'm on vacation," he told himself repeatedly, lest he pick up a gun and a sword and go to the mountains of Latvinia after dinner. Responsibility would urge him to bury his head in documents,
Walking among the poor, Salomon had to tell himself repeatedly that he would continue to work hard after the vacation, in order to remind himself not to overindulge in this gentle country.
Bayonetta obviously saw what he was thinking.
The witch forced a smile on her exhausted face, stretched out her arm lazily and pinched his face.
"Stop torturing yourself, little boy," she said, "You work every day, don't you?"