In New York, USA, in a pizzeria, a man and a woman sit in the corner.

"Cheese, you're in terrible taste!" It was a well-dressed woman, dressed in a short leather coat and with piercing eyes.

"Mei, it's rare to take a break to bask in the sun, so don't complain and give you a piece of chicken pizza. The world is calm, how good. The man with the code name Cheese looked kind, like a kind uncle next door.

However, few people know that this kind-looking, short-lived middle-aged man used to be a member of the US Second Army Special Operations Team, and is now a member of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, a senior agent, a senior sniper, a sharpshooter, and a senior hand-to-hand combatist.

Phil Coulson.

Across from him was his colleague and old friend, Melinda May, a field agent.

The two rarely have a casual gathering, so they are naturally chatting and reminiscing.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived.

The communication signal sounded: "Cheese, new mission, latitude 42°19'N, longitude 71°05W, go quickly." ”

Phil Coulson reluctantly expressed his apologies to Mei Tan: "It seems that if you want to find me for a treat, you can only wait for next time, but you can bring takeout." ”

Then Phil Coulson waved to the waiter: "Waiter, one fruit pizza, two chicken thigh burgers, pack." ”

At the same moment, agents from all over the country received orders and rushed to Boston.

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Three hours later, Phil Coulson drove to Boston's stadium near the state government, where a team of rapid response special forces had been assembled, and on the broken glass stood Commander Agent Hill.

After the introduction, Agent Hill introduced to Phil Coulson, "The scientists will explain the situation to you, and the problem in front of us is what we need to solve. ”

After saying that, Agent Hill moved away, and Phil Coulson finally saw the trouble in front of him, a huge doughnut, with a ring diameter of more than 20 meters, and a cross-sectional tube with a diameter of five meters, more than twice his height.

"The energy running inside the doughnut can flatten Boston." It was a scientist in a white coat who spoke.

The scientist shook Coulson's hand and introduced himself: "I'm a nuclear physicist at MIT, and I'm in front of a colleague of mine, and I shouldn't say a colleague, I don't even know if he's still me." ”

Coulson gestured to continue, and the scientist pulled out a pile of materials with dense formulas: "One of my colleagues, Dr. Octavis, and Osben collaborated to focus on new sources of nuclear fusion, and put a lot of effort into it, followed by the finished product of my colleague." ”

Coulson knew that the scientist was referring to the doughnut, the doughnut is made of super spiral pipes, and the pipes are filled with various line valves, but now the doughnuts don't look good, thinking of the homeless people in tattered clothes in the park, many solenoid valve cores are exposed, and some of the line pipes have been broken, and the cracks are still sparking.

Broken machine.

Thundered...

The doughnut shook.

Ordinary people jumped a few times, the floor slammed, and a behemoth with a diameter of 20 meters and an estimated weight of more than 50 tons jumped.

It was the earth shaking.

Coulson felt like a flat boat on the sea, the sky was spinning, and he almost fell to the ground, and then looked at the others, the scientist was directly frightened, and it took him a long time to get up, and Agent Hill was not surprised.

"I've been lying on my stomach for the fifth time." The scientist laughed at himself: "The first reaction was the most violent, and the powerful shock wave even spread five miles away, and even the residents of Mount Beacon felt the tremors." ”

The corners of Coulson's mouth twitched, seeing that the gymnasium had obviously been baptized by doughnuts several times, and the glass slag on the window was still there, and under the fifth shock, some glass slag fell down and smashed on the top of the heads of the special combat team members, but fortunately, everyone was wearing helmets, but there were not many casualties.

"Now that the internal reaction of the modified version of the stellar has been carried out to 50 percent, if it continues like this, there will be an artificial little sun in Boston." The scientist concluded.

"Can't you cut off the power?!" The Coulson interface, a very simple idea, does not deny that it is the most effective solution.

"You dropped a hydrogen bomb on Boston." The scientist was blunt, and then he explained: "Without the constraint of the magnetic field, the tritium fusion inside the stellar cannot achieve the self-magnetic effect, and the powerful energy will explode instantly." ”

"In other words, if the power is cut off early, the doughnut will explode, and if we continue to react, we will have more suns on the earth in the future, which feels good and warmer."

Coulson made a rare joke, but the honest scientist took it seriously: "Yes, there will be one more sun after reaching the self-magnetic effect, but we don't know how big the self-magnetic effect of this sun is, maybe catch an ant, maybe it will involve the gymnasium, of course, there is a possibility that we are very reluctant to think about." ”

"Swallow an earth."

Coulson was dumbfounded, swallowing a globe, hehe, hoping Chicago was still there.

At this point, even Agent Hill felt uncomfortable, because in the end, it was necessary to issue orders through her, whether it was to blow up Boston or swallow the earth, she was sure that neither could she afford either.

The scientist realized that he had gone too far, and changed his tone: "This is only the worst possibility, after reaching the self-magnetic effect, it will continue to swallow the surrounding matter, and at the same time the surrounding matter will increase its magnetic force, the first hour, maybe it will swallow the air, the second hour, it can swallow the stone, and by the 24th hour, it should be able to swallow the stadium." According to estimates, it will only take ten days to swallow Boston. ”

The crowd couldn't imagine how long it would take to swallow the earth, and that was the last thing they wanted to face.

Coulson looked at Agent Hill, who needed Hill to make the first decision.

Agent Hill asserted, "The order from above is not to blow up Boston until the last moment comes." ”

"Then the next question is whether we can think of a way before it engulfs the earth!" Coulson said, and then he thought of the most critical question: "Where did Dr. Octavis, who made the sun?" ”

If anyone can solve the sun, it is most likely the God who made it.

Coulson hoped that the scientist would come up with a good result, but instead of the scientist, the answer was a member of the Rapid Reaction Special Forces who stood by and remained silent: "That's what our unit is here for." ”

Agent Hill introduced: "Brock Rumlow, currently the leader of the third squad of the rapid response special forces. ”

Agent Hill then pulled out a photograph and pointed to the man with mechanical tentacles over 8 meters long, "He's Dr. Octavis." ”

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