At the same time, Coulson reported the news to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and did not get any news about the virus, just Chen said that there is a possibility of a large-scale outbreak of this virus, so S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters ordered Coulson to bring this helmet to the sandbox on time, and at the same time reminded Coulson that he could discard the infected Simmons if necessary.

May, who spies on Coulson, doesn't care about Coulson, her purpose is to spy on Coulson.

Looking at the energy intensity of one hundred megajoules already displayed on the glasses, Chen Haoran was a little worried, he knew that even if this antiserum worked, these energies were going to explode, and Simmons was now like an electromagnetic bomb.

"Sir," Chen Haoran looked at Simmons and said seriously, "I think we're in trouble." ”

"What's wrong?" Coulson suddenly said worriedly: "What is the situation?" ”

"You also saw it," Chen Haoran pointed to Simmons who was dazed on the side and said: "The energy intensity on her body now is already one hundred megajoules, and the serum will take about twenty minutes to heal, and by that time the energy intensity on her body is estimated to be close to six hundred megajoules, even if the serum can be successful, these energies will burst out, I think the chief understands what I mean." ”

"Well, I understand," Coulson said, "Fitz has a parachute ready." ”

"I think I can do it," Chen Haoran looked at Simmons seriously: "You can use a parachute, and when this vaccine is ready, you can parachute from the back of the cargo hold, and I will pick you up." ”

Chen Haoran looked at the two mice that Simmons killed with his own blood and was a little speechless, all like this, these two mice still have to die, he just silently mourned for them in his heart, originally they didn't have to die, but now they are still dead.

Looking at the rest of the mouse, he knew that this mouse was in good shape.

It's just that when he laments that the rat is in good life, Fitz rushes in with a parachute.

"Fitz, what are you doing?" Chen Haoran looked at Fitz, a little angry, but this tech nerd still rushed in.

"Even if I die, I'm going to die with Simmons," Fitz looked at Chen firmly with a parachute on his back and Simmons' parachute in his hand, "Chen, don't stop me." ”

"Okay." Looking at the fire extinguisher in Simmons' hand, he spread his hands and said indifferently.

Seeing Fitz's excited eyes, and that dull and crisp voice, Emma, it hurts, he feels a little cold in the back of his head when he sees it, it's too ruthless, this is true love.

He now admires Simmons, under the constant interference of Fitz, he was able to make antiserum, and he succeeded, he sighed, the practical technology nerd is much more awesome than the theoretical technology nerd like him.

Twenty minutes passed in an instant, Chen Haoran looked at Simmons's body up to six hundred trillion static energy, and in another ten minutes, the energy was about to explode, looking at Simmons blindfolded, he knew that Simmons had heard a buzzing sound, and the iron products around her were constantly beginning to float and fall.

Looking at the antiserum he had made empty, he grabbed it in one hand and stuffed it into the electrostatic shocker made by Fitz.

"Simmons, take it." Chen took the prepared antiserum and handed it to Simmons, "What a daze, take it." ”

"Don't you do experiments?" Simmons looked at the electrostatic impactor in front of him and wondered, "Is this good?" ”

Looking at the poor guinea pig, Chen Haoran said in his heart, can't he let go of this cute guy?

"There are still ten minutes to go," Chen Haoran looked at Simmons and said seriously: "It doesn't change much if you try, you better not try, isn't it good to skydive with hope?" ”

"yes," Simmons tidied up his parachute and turned to look at the slowly descending cargo ramp, "it's better to skydive with hope, the ending won't change anyway." ”

"Forget it," Chen Haoran looked at Simmons' nervous appearance, took the antiserum in her hand, grabbed his hand with one hand, and said, "Don't panic." ”

Then he grabbed Simmons and took a few steps forward, his feet were on fire, he stayed in the air, and watched the plane go away, and he used the antiserum on Simmons's body.

"How?"

"What?" Simmons looked at the sea at his feet, and suddenly became a little afraid of heights, forgetting that he was infected with the virus.

Seeing Simmons' appearance, he sighed, fortunately he didn't let Simmons parachute with antiserum alone, otherwise she might have become the first protagonist to pit herself to death.

"I said what about the effect of this antiserum...", he didn't finish his words before Simmons was on him

He watched as the six hundred and eighty-seven megajoules of electrostatic energy on Simmons' body suddenly burst out, and a blue shockwave ejected from Simmons' body, reaching a range of a hundred meters.

He didn't speak, watching the static energy on Simmons's body suddenly turn into a little three joules, and he knew that the serum had succeeded.

He wanted to cheer, but the cheers of the crowd in the headphones had already sounded.

"Seems to be fine." Simmons touched her head, a little embarrassed, she knew she had just lost her temper.

"Well, it's okay, don't panic," Chen Haoran stepped under his feet, and immediately flew towards the slowing plane.

"Where's Fitz?" Simmons went back to the plane and saw that everyone was there, but he didn't see Fitz, so he looked around.

"He's at your feet," Chen Haoran touched his forehead and said with a smile: "The blow you gave him just now is not light, you should give him a full body examination, it would be bad if he had a concussion." ”

"By the way, Simmons," he said as he walked to the refrigerator, suddenly turning to look at Simmons, "There are a few little mice in that lab that still need to be dealt with, mental work is really exhausting, I need to eat something." ”

"Count me."

"And me."

...

"Okay." He turned to look at the few people behind him, knowing that he was a chef again this time, he felt that his cooking skills were not very good, but between a group of technical nerds and violent control, his cooking skills were not bad, it was better than eating bread every day.

Half an hour passed, Chen Haoran lay on his bed, did not get off the plane, he was a first-class ironworker, such a thing he could not participate in, he understood, at the same time he didn't know when the next mission would start, and he was constantly guessing whether he had been recognized by Coulson and really joined his dream team.

Although he doesn't know when the next mission will start, but now he is indeed a little tired, as for the sandbox here, he is very clear, he doesn't need to check, this place is not useful to his current plan at all, he knows that even if he passes the level of Coulson, the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters should give him a more brutal test, after all, his identity is there.