"I haven't seen you in a while, Eddie."

The bar's proprietress puts a beer mug filled with amber liquid on the bar counter and pushes it in front of Eddie.

Her name is Josie, and she is a rather "plump" aunt and the proprietress of one of Eddie Bullock's favorite bars. For a while, he lost his job and ran away from his girlfriend, and his whole life became a mess, and he spent most of the month in this bar every day.

Eddie took the glass and laughed, "I've been a little busy lately.

"It's great to see you busy again, I guess you've found something to do again." Josie wiped the glass.

"yes, it's back on the battlefield." Eddie took a big sip of his beer and raised his glass, "Lucky me." ”

"Still journalism"

"No, it's a better one this time."

Josie nodded knowingly, "I think so." You do look a lot better than you did before, and the last time you came here, you looked like a lump of x. ”

Eddie's face twitched: "...... Thank you for your concern. ”

The proprietress put away her cup and walked away for the time being. Eddie sat alone at the bar and drank two or three glasses of wine in a dull manner until a woman sat down beside him.

"Hey, handsome, alone"

Eddie glanced sideways. He had to say, it was a hot girl. She had long delicate hair, covered one eye, heavily smeared lipstick, and her light green eyes seemed to be able to emit electricity.

"Mind if I'm sitting here?"

"Of course I don't mind." Eddie agreed. He figured that no man could refuse such a woman's request.

"But I don't mind." Venom whispered gruffly in his head, "She's making me feel uncomfortable. Maybe it's time for us to go. ”

"Shut up and get down to business, don't bother." Eddie retorted. He hurriedly explained as the girl raised her eyebrows in confusion, "Oh, not to you. I was just...... Well, it's a little bit of a weird habit. ”

The woman smiled shallowly, "I understand." Because of my work, I have met all kinds of people, and people often have some personal habits that are not well known. ”

"Your job is ......"

"Psychiatrist." The woman replied dryly, "I'm a psychiatrist." From experience, I've found that people who like to talk to themselves tend to be overstressed. ”

She blinked her pale green eyes, which seemed to be watery.

"You say I," Eddie pointed to himself, waving his hand, "No, my situation may be a little ...... It's a little different. ”

The woman smiled: "Everyone thinks so, they will feel different, but in fact people are more or less always somewhat similar. At least from you, I can tell that this is not the real side of you, or that it is not the only side. I see that there is another you hidden under this Sven exterior, a you who longs to be free, a person who longs to be free, right?"

Eddie was stunned for a moment, and a flash of darkness unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

"Are you sure...... You're really just a psychiatrist," he began to wonder.

"Are you really sure you're content with where you are, do you think it's your job to keep the world peaceful, have you ever thought about it, maybe ......" She shifted and stuck to Eddie like a soft snake wrapped around its prey, "...... Maybe you belong somewhere else, you are destined to have another mission. ”

Eddie looked like he was a little confused, like he was drinking, but he clearly hadn't drunk much. He shook his head in a daze and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, his eyes had completely turned into a deep pitch black.

"You have a point." Eddie's voice changed as he spoke, becoming heavy and rough, "Maybe we should reconsider where we belong." Eddie is not here for a while, and now, maybe we should talk directly to each other. ”

The woman smiled brightly, and she reached out and gently pressed it against Eddie's face like a docile pet.

"I'm pretty sure we can talk." She laughs.

"Wanda's conjecture is correct."

In the conference room of the Heavenly Sword Core Base, the team members who stayed at the base for the time being gathered. Michael stands in front of a 3D projection screen showing images of the revenge column that Wanda and Daisy brought back from their mission.

"I've done a detailed analysis of the images and data you've brought back, and I've found that the body of this fake Avenger is entirely constructed from a coherent light source. In short, they're holograms. ”

After a pause, he glanced at Wanda: "Very keen, good job." ”

The little witch lowered her head unnaturally, but couldn't help but smile.

"But it doesn't make sense." Daisy asked, "If it's holograms, they shouldn't hit us, aren't they, I'm pretty sure these guys can touch them, and we've been tangling for a while." ”

"It's because someone put a spell," Wanda asked.

Michael shook his head: "At least as far as I know, there are no spells that can do this. These are puppets made of hard medium light, using an extremely advanced optical technology, but this technology should have remained only in the conceptual stage for decades. But if there is only one person in the world who is skilled enough to perfect this technology, it should be this person. ”

He gestured, hovering everything on the screen, releasing the image of a middle-aged researcher.

Arthur Parkes, an expert in laser research and design, did not until he implanted himself with a tiny laser diode and gained the ability to transform his body into the form of light particles. Codenamed 'Laser Man'. ”

The image of the laser man changed again.

"So," Daisy bit her lip, "that's the person behind the scenes."

"No, it only shows that Parks is a participant in the plan, but not a man with enough brains and courage to take on the position of 'behind the scenes'."

Michael said, reaching out and manipulating the suspended frame a few times, this time to the isolated island prison from a few days ago.

"Maybe you already know about the accident that happened a few days ago at the Lonely Island Prison. Abomination escaped from prison, but I don't think he did it on his own. So I pulled up all the surveillance information in the area where the Abomination was that night and checked it.

Ostensibly, all the footage until Abomination broke free of his cage seemed to be unprovoked, until I filtered the footage of his cell with a magic scanning device, and then this happened. ”

The footage regresses from the image of the Hate breaking free from the restraints and blasting open the cell, all the way back to the last moment of his shackles, and the image freezes. A blurred shadow appeared on the white wall in front of him, barely recognizable as a person in a purple mask after the image enhancement was processed.

Gwen narrowed her eyes for a moment, and asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

"Baron Zemo, a man I thought had long since disappeared into history." Michael said dryly, "This incident is not a coincidence. If I'm not mistaken, Zemo is already preparing to declare war on us. As far as I know, he is surrounded by warriors and witches from Asgard, a monster as powerful as the Hulk, and a laser expert with a body of light particles. There is no doubt that he is gathering strength. ”

"To deal with us." Pietro repeated. He looked up at Michael, "We're not going to just wait for them to do it again, are we?"

"Of course." Michael said indifferently, "Zemo's amassed force may be strong enough, but it is still lacking in intelligence. He didn't know his opponent well enough, he didn't know what he provoked. ”