One room, four walls, concrete floors, bare beds, no windows, standard prison formwork, a bearded Killian lay haggard on the bare bed, staring blankly at the only light bulb above his head, completely unaware of the year, month, day, and time.

He wore a green metal collar around his neck, and his spine and wrists were covered with dark gold metal like centipede arthropods, clinging to Killian's skin and piercing into his veins, through which Killian's blood flowed, isolating the Desperate Virus and storing it, leaving Killian without superhuman strength, so that even a 'thin' iron door could lock him inside.

Killian's last memory before entering this cell was that his most trusted assistant handed him a cup of black tea, and then he fainted, and when he woke up, he appeared in this cell, and the surging power in his body was gone, not to mention the cracking of the mountain, even the bed board was broken, and he was not as weak as an ordinary person.

Every once in a while, a few soldiers and two men in white coats would come in, press him down, put him on a new dialysis machine, and inject neutralizing potions, so that he could not recover his superhuman strength for the rest of his life, so he could only stay in this cell honestly.

But Killian didn't make hysterical noises, and was 'cooperative' every time, usually staying quietly in the small cell, staring at the light bulbs on the ceiling in a daze. He knew very well that since the other party did not kill him and isolated the desperate virus in his blood at one time, it meant that he was still useful, and he had a chance to regain his 'new life'.

'Click! The iron door opened, and Killian straightened up with a calm face, ready to cooperate with them to extract the source of his power, but this time it was an acquaintance, and he couldn't be more familiar.

Killian stared at the assistant with whom he had spent the hardest days of entrepreneurship and said, "Is my price high?" Don't sell cheaply. ”

The assistant, who didn't even deserve his name, shook his head and said, "Do you remember how you got your first money?" The second, third, and fourth tranches I brought in were all investments I had, totaling $3,278 million. ”

"So you feel like AIM is yours."

The assistant shook his head again and said, "The money is for you, if there is no accident, AIM will always be your company, but unfortunately the people who should not have discovered you have discovered the existence of the desperate virus, we can only pick the fruit that is about to ripen in advance." ”

Killian's Teng! Standing up, this person in the most difficult early stage of entrepreneurship, for him to pull round after round of investment, a research that has not produced any benefits but can get billions of funds in the early stage, people are stupid and have a lot of money, it is not like this.

Now after listening to the assistant's words, I suddenly understood that the co-author didn't care whether he could make a profit at all, but came for the desperate virus, thinking that it was his own research, but in fact, he could take everything he had at any time.

"You... Who is it? "Killian wants to know what kind of organization this is, he can send someone to go undercover with him for more than ten years, and he has continuously invested a lot of money, and he doesn't even care much about his own AIM company.

"Aegis!"

Killian sneered when he heard this, S.H.I.E.L.D. is investigating and hunting him down, this news is still what it told itself, and people in the Pentagon have also hinted that it is now said that it is S.H.I.E.L.D., which is really ridiculous.

"I'm indeed a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and I can't tell you anything else just yet." The assistant said and waved his hand at the camera in the corner, and said, "This environment is too bad, I'll change you to a good place, I hope that when you wake up again, we can continue to work together, to be honest, it's still a pleasure to work with you." ”

With that, several soldiers pushed the door in, grabbed Killian, put a blindfold on him, dragged him out, stuffed him into a car, turned on the lights, and four black cars with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo started in unison and disappeared into the night.

In the dark universe, the four spaceships are also moving forward, the power furnace in the tail is dim, apparently closed for a long time, in the taxiing stage, this way of sailing not only saves fuel, but also remains silent, difficult to be detected.

However, several wheel-like vehicles appeared in front of the four spaceships, sending a communication to the spacecraft, causing the surface of the dead spaceship to quickly light up, and the armor slid along the track, revealing the full load of weapons below, aiming at these incomparably small 'wheels'.

The wheels, which are only meters in diameter, are like mayflies and big trees in front of the spaceship that is more than ten kilometers long, but these four wheels continue to move forward, not caring at all about the weapons that the N on the spaceship points at them. Until the four wheels flew into the spaceship, hundreds of weapons did not fire, almost like decorations.

In the largest spaceship, the leader of the remaining dark elves, Malekith, sat on a high throne, his red-glowing eyes staring at the polite Ebony Throat below, listening to Ebony Throat's alliance words: "... Lord Thanos is sympathetic to your plight, and is willing to help the Dark Elves return to your homeland after a long absence..."

Except for this sentence, which is the main point, the others are very polite diplomatic words, first singing the glorious history of the dark elves, then denouncing the banditry of Asgard, and finally lamenting the disappearance of the bright civilization of the dark elves, and finally saying his purpose to help the dark elves return to their homeland and rebuild their homeland.

Malekith watched Ebony Throat's affectionate performance coldly, and only after the other party finished speaking, did he speak, "What do you want?" ”

There has never been a free lunch in the world, if there is, it must be mixed with Xiang, the dark elves have disappeared for thousands of years, and not many people still remember the dark elves that once swept the nine realms, and the glorious civilization of Vat Alheim has long been wiped out, leaving only a desolate and dilapidated abandoned star.

The icing on the cake is often there, and charcoal is rare in the snow, and Ebony Throat came to the door to help the bereaved dog rebuild his home, obviously with a plan.

"Infinity Stones!" Ebony Throat said his quid pro quo, stood proudly, and said, "Lord Thanos can give you everything, the army, the warship..."

"No, you don't!" Malekith refused, saying, "The Dark Elves will defeat Asgard and return to the Nine Realms." ”

Ebony Throat maintained an elegant posture, nodded, and said, "Since you have confidence, then that's fine, but I'm still happy to help the dark elves return." ”

As he spoke, Ebony Throat flipped his right palm, took out a strange thing from the void, waved his hand, and floated towards Malekith, saying, "This is the way we got from the Frost Giant to avoid the sight of the gatekeeper, I hope it will help you." ”

Malekith wanted to be tough, but he couldn't say no, the gatekeeper of Asgard can see everything in the Nine Realms, open the full map hanging, no matter how you mobilize and deploy troops, people can know it at the first time, and then use the full map to teleport, concentrate superior forces to annihilate your soldiers and horses all the way.

At the beginning, the dark elves were stronger than Asgard, but in this way, they were weakened by Asgard little by little, and the army was wiped out all the way, and finally bulldozed Watt Alheim, allowing the dark elves to flee in a hurry, and only so many people escaped the pursuit of Asgard, gathered together, and slept at the end of the universe......

Escaping the sight of the gatekeeper is equivalent to abolishing Asgard's greatest advantage, and for the dark elves who are currently extremely weak, they really can't refuse.

This is Yang Mou, you know what I have in mind, and you still have to do what I want, unless you don't want to take revenge and return home.

Malekith raised his hand to take the ebony throat hand, stood up, and said, "Help me convey my gratitude to Lord Sanos, the dark elves will remember his help." ”

"I will." Ebony Throat politely bowed slightly goodbye and walked towards his donut spaceship, which flew away from here, quickly disappearing into the detection range of the dark elves, leaving only the four ships floating alone in the universe, slowly moving towards their destination.