In the mysterious universe, there are billions of stars hanging from the infinite galaxy. Maybe the earth is not the oldest one, nor the one with the richest history, nor even the one with the most powerful life and the most developed technology.
But the entire universe is vaguely centered on the Earth. Although the Earth and even the Milky Way are only fragile and have only a few hundred million years, a rule from the entire universe has allowed this human being to live on it and have not even been born for tens of thousands of years.
, and became a race that can make the universe tremble.
S.H.I.E.L.D., even if it is a famous organization in the entire universe, even the evil Zerg Mother Queen, will gnash her teeth and murmur this name, cursing the directors who were once so easy to kill.
"What do you need when you come to Earth?"
Old John, the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D., was leaning quietly on the sofa, and in front of him, a three-dimensional projection was standing there, his whole body covered under a gray-black cloak, only two pairs of eyes shot out a burst of light from time to time, but soon
Hide.
"Our King." The man spoke slowly, speaking standard English, but there was still a touch of weirdness. He raised his head, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world: "We need our King."
Old John was silent. He lowered his head and looked at the documents on the table. He flipped through them a few times, then raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief: "How can you be sure that your king was born on earth?"
"Our message from the soul has told us that the king has been born."
He looked straight at Old John and slowly raised his right arm. A red and blue exquisite instrument was placed on his arm. In a translucent sphere in the center, two red and blue dots were interacting with each other.
Circling and turning into countless mysterious and mysterious words.
"Your king seems to be on Earth." Old John slowly squinted his eyes. There was no expression on his face. Although he was old, he had a brain that was not old. He looked at everything calmly: "
But you must abide by SHIELD's arrangements."
"We have lost our king for thirty thousand years, and we will not give up any opportunity to bring him back."
The man took back the instrument, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became hidden under the shadow of the cloak. His tone was filled with anger: "Those who try to stop us will have to pay a bloody price sooner or later!"
Old John did not speak, but nodded slightly to the man under the cloak: "The Earth will open the door for you at any time." His tone paused, and he just continued: "But you must respect the laws of SHIELD. This
That’s my only request.”
"King of Earth, we respect your arrangement."
The man slowly bent down and saluted respectfully. His eyes twinkled slightly, and a little blue shone between his eyebrows. If it weren't for the gray-black cloak, he would have been as handsome as a god.
After turning off the holographic dialogue device, Old John was still sitting there, looking quietly at the disappearing figure in front of him. After a while, he exhaled, rubbing his brows as if tired, and looking at the hand in his hand.
With spots and wrinkles, he suddenly felt old.
"Is Major General John, who once fought on Pandora, also old?"
Old John rubbed his face, and the skin was no longer delicate, only the loose wrinkles were piled on it. He lowered his head quietly, with a smile on his lips: "Did he also choose me when he felt he was old?
"
Memories couldn't help but come up in his mind. These were the memories of old John's first half of his life. His former enemies, former lovers, former friends, and former strangers. He slowly lay back and made himself comfortable.
He leaned on the sofa like a real old man.
"But who should I look for?"
Old John murmured, and he sat up straight again. His old body had a soul that was not yet old. He gently picked up a stack of documents and looked at everything on it: "The universe now is different from what it was a few decades ago.
How can it be the same?"
He looked at the countless information with worry. This was intelligence sent from countless fronts and allies. He needed to find a new channel for the Earth and its allies in the Earth Alliance. They, the higher-ups, knew very well that the current universe
, very dangerous.
"At least during my term of office, there can be no chaos..."
Looking at the pieces of information, Old John's eyes became as sharp as an eagle's. He straightened his back, like a real young man, picking up a pen and quickly writing about changes that could affect the universe. He is the writer of the universe.
Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., John.
At least he is now, no one can deny it, right?
…
As the night gradually fell, Edward strolled on the street. His FBI identity gave him a good cover, allowing him to avoid at least a dozen police interrogations and surprise inspections by his colleagues.
Two M1911 pistols were stuck in his waist, because in Los Angeles, even the FBI could not carry an M4-A1 assault rifle on him at all times. He did not want to be locked up because of such a small detail.
Hours, even if it can be released in the end.
"Mr. Edward, the area you are in is a D-level alert area, and there are many alien refugees living here."
On the phone, the Canopy Department personnel arranged by SHIELD were explaining to Edward that although it was a virus suppression mission, entering certain areas required explanations to the Canopy Department and a record.
"Alien refugees?" Edward frowned slightly. He looked at a young man not far away wearing a T-shirt and a hat, holding a chocolate cone and looking at him with a smile. He couldn't help but smile: "I understand."
He hung up the phone and walked forward. He had no intention of paying attention to the young man who looked a little stupid. Two M1911 pistols were within reach of his hands. It was a gathering place for aliens, and it was also a D-level alert.
He thought he should be careful.
"Hmm, I know you will refuse to give me ten dollars, but I do know that you still have thirteen dollars in cash."
Before Edward could take two steps, the young man licking a chocolate cone, wearing a knitted hat and a T-shirt came over with a sincere smile on his fat face. He wiped the residue off his mouth with his hand.
of chocolate: "You know, ten dollars could save my life."
(I am played by Brother Liu Changheng~ As for the others, your requests still need to be delegated...after all, I have to arrange them one by one...)
"Excuse me sir, what do you mean?"
Turning around slightly, Edward frowned slightly as he saw the young man behind him smiling at him. He did have thirteen dollars in cash on him. He looked around and replied, "Is your life in danger now?"
"Yeah, it will be there soon."
The young man finished the chocolate cone with all his strength, licked the chocolate at the corner of his mouth with his tongue, clapped his hands with an unsatisfied expression, pointed to the sky and said: "But it's impossible, after all, sometimes there are many branch roads, which one is
No one can tell the true path clearly."
"Young sir, what exactly are you talking about?" Edward narrowed his eyes slightly. He lifted the windbreaker back slightly, and two bulging things were at his hands. He asked slowly: "I
I’m really confused.”
"Oh no no no, Mr. Edward, all I need is ten dollars, not a bullet made two years ago."
The young man shook his head and was suddenly stunned. He looked at Edward with some doubts, patted the back of his head with his hand, frowned and looked very surprised: "Oh, no, no, no, the bullet from two years ago? The bullet from three years ago.
? Or the bullet from an hour ago?”
He looked up at Edward and suddenly showed a surprise smile. He gestured with his hands to Edward: "Oh, this is really puzzling. You have to know how a completed dead object can have different trajectories like life?
"
He clapped his hands vigorously and shrugged his shoulders as if he was applauding for such a thing. He raised his head and looked at Edward with a smile, his green eyes carrying a smile that couldn't be concealed: "This is simply a kind of coming from
A miracle from the Creator!”
"Sir, what exactly do you mean?"
Edward took a deep breath. He didn't expect that just after entering this area, he would find a guy who looked like a psychopath. However, this guy made him feel horrified because the pistol bullets were indeed redeemed an hour ago.
"No, no, I just need ten dollars!"
The man suddenly scratched his neck, looked around anxiously, and said cautiously: "Although the chance of you giving me ten dollars is very small, I am still willing to risk my life to get these ten dollars!"
He licked the corners of his mouth and suddenly looked a little anxious: "Mr. Edward, if you can, I still hope you can give me ten dollars. I need it in my life."
"Ten dollars?" Edward took out four banknotes from his pocket, found one and handed it to the young man in front of him: "Although we don't know each other, I am still willing to give you these ten dollars."
"Oh, thank you very much!"
When the man saw Edward taking out ten dollars so easily, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. With a smile on his lips, he took Edward's hand and walked to the cold drink shop not far away: "Quickly, two chocolate cones.
It must be a wonderful taste!”
There were not many people on the street. As night fell, although many lights were still flashing, the busy crowd during the day had disappeared. Sitting in the cold drink shop, Edward frowned and looked at the young man in front of him who was eating a chocolate cone.
, couldn’t help but ask: “Can this save your life?”
"Wow, that's really delicious chocolate."
The man took a big bite, looked up at Edward, and smiled slightly, his green eyes full of sincerity: "Of course, my life just happened to enter another path, at that point in time."
"boom--"
Just as he finished speaking, Edward suddenly turned his head and looked out the window. There was a loud noise, and the storm even blew directly from the window, severely blowing the decoration in the cold drink shop into a mess.
And on the street where you should be walking, there are at least dozens of large holes more than three meters long, extending from a few hundred meters to the edge of the street. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site),
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