"Mr. Wang, if one of us leaves this space and returns to the real world......"

"I see what you mean, Mr. Coulson, but that's impossible. ”

Wang interrupted Coulson's speculation and explained, "This is only a temporary space, it only exists for a short time by relying on my strength, if I leave, he will burst like a bubble in the first place without energy supply, and if I don't leave, you can't leave." ”

Looking at the number on the metal box that was about to go to zero, Coulson's face turned pale, and he thought of many ways, but none of them worked.

"Mr. Wang, can you open the box without harming the corpses inside?"

After thinking about it for a long time, Coulson finally made up his mind to abandon the metal box that had activated the self-destruct mechanism.

"I can try, it shouldn't be a big problem. ”

Receiving an affirmative answer from Wang, Coulson's grim expression eased slightly.

In fact, the decision to abandon the metal box was not a very wise one.

In the process of chasing and escaping all the way, if it were not for the protection of this metal box, the captain's body would have been broken and could be packed in plastic bags.

Coulson really didn't want to make this decision if it wasn't necessary.

The road back to New York is less than a third of the way, and no one knows what he will encounter in the future, without the protection and deterrence of the metal box, he has even lost the qualification to "burn the jade" in the end.

"I hope this Mr. Magician is as malicious as he says, and can take the corpses of me and the captain back to S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

Coulson had a good impression of the Chinese mage, but as an agent, he had never trusted him more than fifty percent.

......

In the empty stronghold, agents in combat uniforms and armed guns lay on the ground, and the ground was full of yellow bullets.

After returning from the temporary space, time began to pass normally, but with the king around, Coulson was not harmed.

Instead, the rebels were all unconscious in a fleeting light blue halo.

The king did not kill them, nor did he arrest them, and his explanation for this was that Kama Taj never interfered in worldly affairs.

Coulson said he understood, and he didn't do anything to annoy people.

It was already evident that the attitude of the Chinese mage was that he, or the magicians of Kama Taj, did not want to be a thug of any organization or polity.

The reason why I didn't kill those rebels was not because of the goodness of my heart, but because I didn't want to be tied to S.H.I.E.L.D. chariot.

Coulson didn't care about that, and Kama Taj's idealistic group of hidden mages left it to his own director to have a headache, and he just wanted to bring the captain's body back to the United States in its entirety.

Thinking of this, he not only glanced up at the mage in front of him who was pressing one hand and drawing a circle in the air in front of him with the other, but the other party's forehead was already drenched in dense cold sweat, obviously the current work was not easy.

"Is it too much energy to maintain the illusion and take out the captain's body?"

Coulson, who didn't dare to disturb out loud, secretly guessed, but he knew that if it wasn't for the other party's illusion that led away the pursuers who surrounded him, the two of them would not have imagined it as easy as they are now.

In the past, he would definitely be wary of the threat of mages and the powerlessness of ordinary people in the face of illusions.

However, now he had no excess energy, and only stared nervously at the other man's movements, occasionally looking at the timer on the metal box - time was running out.

Being glanced at from time to time with worried eyes did not affect Wang's performance, but this metal box, which was obviously a technological product, did cause him a lot of confusion.

After years of studying and using spells, he hadn't felt that powerlessness and obscurity for a long time.

It was as if he had returned to the snowy day when he was a beginner in magic, and the woman in a very different dress admired the Chinese food over and over again, and watched him grit his teeth and try it with a smile.

"This brown-green rice ball is really delicious, very sweet, and has a natural fragrance on the skin. ”

The crisp tone of voice resounded in his ears like a lark, and the corners of Wang's mouth outlined a warm smile.

How long has it been?

The mage shook his head, he didn't remember anymore.

Time is really a wonderful thing, and the lady who didn't know how to peel the skin when she ate zongzi has become the supreme mage of the Megatron world.

And Wang herself, as she grew older, became her old friend from the juniors she taught.

"Then others will mistakenly think that we are the same age, and you can appear to be younger!"

This is the original words of the ancient one, and the king can only say that the other party is worthy of being the protector of the earth who can give Dormammu a headache, not to mention the magic attainments, it is this cheeky skin, which is enough for a group of young people who run to the library to find some forbidden knowledge to improve their strength when they have nothing to do.

In fact, Wang had no doubt that when time continued to pass and the newly recruited mage apprentices were getting older, the Ancient One would probably still make friends with them in order to make them younger in the eyes of outsiders.

"Mr. Wang—"

The piercing shout was like a bell and drum in the early morning, and the king suddenly woke up from his memory, damn it, there was actually a secret hand against the mage on the metal box, and he accidentally fell into the road under his exhaustion and fatigue.

Wang, who found that something was wrong, didn't bother to reflect on his lack of vigilance, and hurriedly forcibly calmed down the consciousness that had fallen into chaos.

The circular opening, which had begun to blur, stabilized again as the golden halo of Wang's fingertips reappeared, and the Chinese mage was left with bloody marks from the corners of his eyes and nose as the price of forcibly regaining consciousness and stability.

"Who told me that this is a technological item, how can it still interfere with consciousness, affect emotions, and construct illusions?"

Wang, who swallowed back the fishy sweetness that poured up his throat, scolded in his heart, not to blame him for having no bearing, but the bastard who made this box was too lacking in morality, and all kinds of traps at the level of means and consciousness emerged in endlessly, unruly but enough to punch and kill the master who was not vigilant enough.

......

"Ahh

Evan in the villa sneezed hard, and Nick Fury asked with concern on the other end of the phone: "Are you okay, have you caught a cold?"

"Call Dr. Hannibal in a moment and don't be pushy. ”

"Don't be verbose, Nick, I'm fine, maybe some fan is talking about me!"

Such shameless words made Nick Fury on the other end of the phone silent for a long time, full of concern in his chest, not only did he not want to say it, but he also had an urge to swear.

"By the way, Nick, I really can't change my personal doctor, there's a personal doctor named 'Hannibal', and I don't have an appetite for steak. ”

Nick was silent, but Evan didn't let him go.

Just when the other party mentioned it, he remembered the personal doctor hired by the other party for him, who was very good at treating mental illness.

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