"Master, I'm a little confused, it's my mission to protect the timeline from fluctuations, so I know the life experiences of almost every important person in this timeline, but why do these two people seem to have been changed by me and don't seem to have been changed by me?"

On the afternoon of the third day after the Great War in New York, in the parlor of Kama Taj, the Ancient One.

Yang Ming, dressed in purple gray, and Gu Yi, dressed in gold, sat on either side of a low table, and for Yang Ming's confusion, Gu Yi seemed to pay more attention to the ripples in the teacup because of the wrinkled ripples along the rim of the cup.

"Just like you say that existence is reasonable, you are like a finger rubbing the rim of a cup, you stir up the ripples, but the water will eventually return to calm."

He still can't let go, although he has made sure that he has not disrupted the "plot", but he seems to have become the motivation and incentive for the two "birds" to learn to fly.

It's scary.

"Don't think too much, no one is omniscient and omnipotent, the projection of the so-called timeline you see is just a one-sided or a result, and the road to that result is very long, and the Supreme Mage can't take care of it."

was stopped by a word, but Yang Ming, who returned to the guest room, couldn't put it down.

Yesterday evening, he flew a block forward and crashed headfirst into a golden portal around the corner of a building.

The Ancient One opened the door and took him to Kama Taj.

Yang Ming, who killed for the first time, did not remove the display of his head suit in order to pretend to be calm, but he himself knew that he was hiding the frightened eyes and expression, but he couldn't hide his own gaffe.

Fortunately, no one pursued it.

Lying in the guest room, he didn't dare to sleep and couldn't sleep, he connected to the WIFI to play with the borrowed mobile phone for a while, but he couldn't calm down, and simply began to study his own system, until he was hungry and couldn't come out.

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Coulson's former partner Sitwell is being questioned by Agent Black.

"How's the progress of item 13?"

The little bald Sitville calmly drank coffee and replied: "The people involved are a group of workers who signed a contract with a municipal project to clean up the rubble, and after the contract was terminated by the disaster prevention and control department, there is a survivor and a witness, but I suspect that they may have drunk too much, and the survivors and witnesses are not credible." ”

"What's that survivor's name?"

"Well," Sitwell replied firmly, touching the rim of his cup with his upper lips, and after a moment's thought, he replied firmly, "Toombs." ”

Blake didn't look into it, after all, the lost High Power Weapon No. 13 had been recovered.

As Blake turned his attention back to the computer screen, the bald Sitwell pouted imperceptibly and turned to head to the medical department where the person involved was staying.

In the ward, Tumus, who was wrapped in a lot of bandages, was playing with a small eagle-shaped toy in his hand, and his eyes were focused as if he was not injured at all.

"Dad, when will you be discharged from the hospital?" A half-breed brunette was stroking his bandaged hand and asked obediently.

Toombs was smiling and about to answer, when a small bald head with glasses walked in the doorway.

"Mr. Toombs, could you please ask your wife and daughter to stay away from it first, there are a few questions I would like to ask you again?"

Persuaded his wife and daughter not to worry, and after they left, Tumus subconsciously twisted the eaglet-shaped toy in his hand, and looked at Sitwell calmly.

"Don't you have anything you want to tell me? Mr. Toombs? ”

After staring at each other for a long time, it was Sitwell who spoke first.

"What else do I have to say, after getting drunk, I lost my virtues, and as a result, I hurt myself, and I talked nonsense when I made notes."

"Well, you're ready to be discharged at any time!"

Sitwell had little interest in the worker in front of him, he was really interested in the Hawkman mentioned in the report, but he had too little to know at the moment.

Sitwell had no choice but to report to Alexander Pierce's office.

“hailhydra！”

"Don't be so public, do you know who is a human and who is a ghost up and down here?"

As Pierce, who has always pretended to be a good person, many things are stable at this age.

Now he is bent on promoting Project Insight to purge those who might be against Hydra, and he has little interest in the flying eaglemen reported by Sitwell.

It's great to be like the Avengers under Nick Fury.

He dared to say that as long as he Alexander Pierce was still alive for a day, everything in the Snake Shield Bureau could be controlled and controlled by him, including the Avengers who had just fought the Battle of New York.

So one more and one less is an eagleman, it makes no difference.

However, seeing that Sitwell is so active, he can't hit the enthusiasm of this little bald head at the threshold of a big change of blood within the Snake Shield Bureau and the absorption of members of the Snake Shield Bureau.

"How's your check?"

Looking at Sitwell with a cold sweat on his face, Pierce genuinely felt that the mud couldn't hold up the wall, "What kind of eagle man did you bring up and discover?" There hasn't been much progress yet, so I'll report back next time when I get a clear picture of what happened! ”

Sitwell was shaken by Pierce's aura and quickly stood upright.

"Item 47 hasn't been found yet, but through our information channel, we found that it was picked up by a young couple, and the man is a bit talented, and it looks like he wants to fix the weapon."

Pierce took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Do you know how to do it?" ”

"I'm going to get them!"

"Stupid!"

Pierce angrily threw away his glasses, and the brief burst of anger made his pale and loose skin flush: "Jasper Sitwell, you have to wait, wait until Hill or Black finds some clues before you do it, talented people are worth recruiting, but now is the critical moment, you must be careful." ”

In the Kama Taj Ashram, Yang Ming is still studying Goldfinger.

As a goldfinger system that develops from all aspects of forging, construction, pharmaceutical, cooking, leisure, entertainment, etc., he will eventually become the top existence in the world.

He actively tried to jump the torch of the tech tree foundation in an attempt to find the perfect replacement, but was hampered here.

He tries to make a furnace with a normal torch instead, and then formulates it, but finds that it doesn't work at all, and metal that doesn't go through the furnace can't make an anvil with game properties.

The tech tree has been cut off, and with the power of a wooden sword made of ordinary wood, the game's normal steel has to be replaced by something special.

Sitting on the table and chair made by himself, rubbing the UFO key with his hand, he couldn't help but sigh for a while: "I'm just an ordinary person after all!" Or a little cowardice, right? Whether or not to leave the earth in a UFO and find a planet for a few years, the plot of Thanos should also be over when I develop it. ”