"Security Verified Approved, Authorization Level: Maximum."

The electronically locked door opened along the metal rails, and as Michael walked into the special lounge, several of Skysword's superpowered agents (and would-be agents) were chatting and tending to the wounds they had just received from the battle.

Seeing him come in, Wanda took the lead and waved at him: "You know, if we are always asked to do this kind of work...... I'm going to need a raise. ”

She had removed her red coat and wore a black shirt, the sleeve of her right hand rolled up, and a white bandage was wrapped around her shoulders to her joints.

The door closed behind Michael and locked itself. The vibranium armor system stops, and the case opens in the middle and closes again after Michael walks out of it.

The system in this break room is completely independent, and the identity of the commander is known only to the four people present in the entire base. So only here will he remove the armor.

Michael glanced at her arm, "Are you alright?" ”

"I can't break it." Wanda twisted her shoulder a little unnaturally, "but it's definitely not very comfortable." ”

Pietro behind her slowly raised his hand: "Is there a subsidy for combat injuries?" I think I've definitely got the most of it. He was lying like a soft noodle on the black leather armrest of the sofa, ice on his forehead. In the end, he was electrocuted by the discharging Inhuman Lincoln, who rushed too fast to stop the car, and crashed headlong into an iron box.

"Thank you so much for coming forward." Michael said lightly to a few people, "Your action was very timely, and you saved the overall situation and prevented the situation from deteriorating further." If it weren't for you, it would have been a hundred times worse now. So first of all, I have to express my gratitude. ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome, as long as there are subsidies and rewards, it's easy to say." Petro lay on the arm of the couch and waved lazily, "And you say thank you sounds like a stylized official, if we all know that you have been in this 'you owe me money' tone all day long, and we would have thought you weren't sincere." ”

"Because what I just published is really the official story." Michael said dryly, "And in my opinion, the team's performance is not satisfactory to me. ”

"What?" Pietro sat up, ice packs slipping off his head.

Wanda also frowned: "We just relied on four people to block more than fifty superpowers. ”

"Almost blocked." Michael emphasized, "And I single-handedly leveled them all." ”

Not everyone can be a monster like you. Petro muttered in his stomach.

But I only dare to think about it in my heart.

"Of course, you've done a good job at this stage. I'm just saying that I envision you to have more potential and become a better team. But the words of thanks are sincere," he paused, "and this time on my own behalf." ”

"So," Gwen said, holding up her hand, "does that mean I can join the field mission as well?" ”

Michael glanced at the Winter Soldier, "This part of Sergeant Barnes has the final say, you should ask for his opinion." ”

"She's not ready." The Winter Soldier replied without thinking, without giving face at all.

Gwen gave him an unhappy look, but still didn't give up the request: "But I'm doing well today, aren't I?" I feel like I know how to fight, and I can handle the task. ”

"But my expectations for you are more than just learning to fight." Michael's tone was a little softer, "I want you to be able to handle all kinds of tasks, adapt to all kinds of environments, and deal with all kinds of unexpected situations." I want you to do more and better than Spider-Man. ”

"You mean...... Like a super spy? ”

"It's like a super spy."

"Okay." The girl pouted unhappily.

"There's nothing else to report, you can go back to rest in a while." "Don't worry about the rest of the day, go back and wait for the next mission." ”

"But their leader is still on the run, isn't he?" Wanda asked, "We don't need to go get him back or something?" ”

"No, you don't." Michael shook his head, "The hive has messed with me, and I'd rather take matters into my own hands." ”

After a brief greeting to the team, Michael turned to retreat into his armor, only to be stopped by Gwen.

"Wait a minute!"

Michael paused and looked sideways at her.

The girl stopped talking for a while, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"That...... The fireworks on my last birthday," she whispered, "were very beautiful." Thank you. ”

Michael was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, speaking of the watch you sent me last time," Wanda also remembered something, and said a little embarrassed, "Although it looks a little childish and I am embarrassed to bring it out, I am really happy and cherish it...... I also left a message last time to express my gratitude, but you haven't replied, so ...... Well...... I'll say it once in person. Thank you. ”

Michael's expression was a little unnatural.

“...... That's nothing. ”

As he spoke, he quickly retreated into his armor. The system activated, and the armor quickly closed after he entered, looking as if he didn't want anyone to see his expression.

"Go back and rest." He exited the room, his voice and intonation muffled by the mechanical voice changeling, "I'll let you know if I need to." ”

When the door closed again, Pietro stared at the door for a long time, then raised an eyebrow.

"I said, am I the only one who hasn't received any gifts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something again, and hurriedly turned to a cold metal-armed warrior beside him.

"Sorry no offense. I mean...... You don't look like you need anything either......"

The Winter Soldier gave him a blank look, stood up in disregard, and walked out the door and left the room.

***

The hive crossed its fingers in front of him, rested his elbows on the table in the dining room, and sat motionless like an old monk, staring viciously at everyone in the restaurant with eyes that looked like they were about to drip water.

At the same table were Daisy, Lincoln, Gordon, and Giera, Malik's inhuman who could teleport.

Oh, and Dr. Horton Radcliffe, the biologist they hijacked from some of the institutes. The poor old man tried his best to keep himself out of the hive's sight, barely reciting the incantation "I can't see me" in his heart. He prayed that the fellows would accidentally forget about him when they went out for a while, so he could slip away.

Unfortunately, this is not very likely.

The hive had been in this position for ten full minutes, and the food on the plate in front of him had not moved. His ten fingers were almost embedded in the flesh on the back of his hand, and his arms trembled slightly from excessive exertion. Giera was sure that he hadn't seen the "god-sama" show the slightest mood swing until he met the Black Knight. And now he seemed angry and irritable...... Even fear.

Daisy put down the dishes and broke the silence: "It's not the way to go on like this. We lost almost everything, the enemy was unexpectedly strong, we are no match for them......"

"It's only temporary." Hive coldly interrupted, "But it's not over yet, there's another way." We need more people, more companions...... As long as there are enough Inhumans, we can still defeat that guy. ”

He turned his head, his vicious, cold gaze directed straight at Dr. Radcliffe, who had been trying to disappear.

The doctor shuddered.

"It's up to you, Doctor." The Hive said coldly, "The recipe you concocted works best as you say it will be - turn ordinary humans into Inhumans." ”

"Of course...... Of course it works. You don't look at who I am...... If I can't do it with my genius wisdom, then ...... Then no one in this world can do it. ”

Hell it works. Dr. Radcliffe secretly slandered himself, but he did not dare to reveal it in the slightest. He was afraid that he would say half a "no" and this guy would suck him dry without thinking, just like he had seen the other party do to other people.

Dr. Radcliffe knew very well that he was fooling what kind of formula he was fooling into the respiratory system and absorbing it into the respiratory system would not have any effect other than to make people sneeze a few more times, but he still had to brag wildly and act with confidence, and the so-called extreme desire to survive was nothing more than that.

But what if the missile is sent into the sky when the time comes, and the formula doesn't work?

Oh, God knows. We'll talk about that then.

The hive snorted lowly, and then he waved his hand, "You guys go outside and wait for me." ”

A few people will understand. They got up from their tables and waited on their way out of the restaurant.

The hive stood up. He closed his eyes lightly and slowly raised his arms. His bizarre movements attracted the attention of all the other customers in the restaurant, and quite a few pointed at him.

None of them have yet to realize their impending fate.

The hive snapped its eyes open. Large swarms of parasites surged out of his fingertips, quickly forming a yellow storm. A large number of parasites engulfed the entire restaurant in an instant, and howls and cries continued to be heard.