"Earthquake?"

Dr. Watsonmore was awakened by a loud bang and violent tremors.

Earthquake!

Suddenly conscious, he panicked and flipped from the improvised bed to the ground, and as he got up, he looked at the iron rod that he had been testing but had never yielded.

The shelf was empty, and the iron rod, which he had thought was not an earthly thing when he saw it for the first time, was gone.

Even one of the precision scanners he used to inspect the Ruyi gold hoop rod without stopping was turned into a pile of scrap metal.

"Oh my God, it was stolen, what happened? This is a sub-base of S.H.I.E.L.D., how could such a thing happen. What about the guards, where did they go? Don't they know how precious and rare this wishful golden hoop stick is? Damn hellish thief, don't let me catch you. ”

Dr. Watsonmore's emotions turned from panic to anger in an instant, and he roared and rushed out of the room.

But when he rushed out the door, he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Fuck, this isn't a thief at all, it's clearly a thief!"

The first door was as if it had been violently smashed by a one-horned rhinoceros, and the remaining parts were still twisted and unevenly smashed.

The second door, however, seemed to have been cut with a plasma cutter, and it was neatly split into several large pieces.

As for the agents guarding the door, they were all lying quietly on the ground at this time.

Dr. Watsonmore had planned to crush the thief with the iron rod weighing more than 10,000 pounds after catching him, so that he could try the tragic end of daring to steal alien stuff from S.H.I.E.L.D.

For now, it seems that his plans may be in vain.

He walked over with a frown, checked their pulses, and after a brief check, they were only unconscious, not in danger of their lives.

"Oops, my patient!"

Dr. Watsonmore now remembered the "patient" who was still lying in the repair tank, a real object that was no less important than the Ruyi golden hoop rod, and could never be stolen.

"Zhenma, Zhenma......"

Calling out to his assistant, the doctor swept into the small room of the guardian.

Zhenma fell asleep unharmed by the slight snoring, but his "patient" repair tank was empty. In fact, it can't be said that there is nothing, those green repair fluids are still there, and they have not been stolen.

"Zhenma, Zhenma......"

Zhenma opened her eyes in a daze, raised her head, rubbed it, and saw that it was her mentor: "I'm sorry, doctor, I suddenly felt very sleepy just now, and I was going to pour a cup of coffee to refresh myself, but my coffee seems to have fallen asleep before I drank it?" ”

Saying that, Zhenma, who subconsciously went to get coffee, now the coffee in the coffee cup has been drunk.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I've already drunk it."

Zhenma said apologetically.

"Don't you show anything yet?" Dr. Watsonmore went crazy when he saw his assistant's confused appearance.

"What's the birth, no." Zhenma brushed the hanging down Liuhai, thought about it sideways, and then said.

"Okay, you can go back to sleep, if you're still sleepy." Dr. Watsonmore had been defeated by his own assistant, and said in despair.

"Oh, by the way, it's almost time to get off work, and I can go home and sleep."

……

With the ever-changing Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, Sun Wukong easily walked out of the besieged basement.

However, this is only the first level, and if he wants to continue to break through head-on, he will have to face dozens or even hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. heavily armed soldiers.

Not long after he retrieved the golden hoop stick, all the armed personnel of the sub-base had already completed the assembly and guarded the exit on the first floor of the building.

Sun Wukong had no intention of being an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D., no matter what he said, S.H.I.E.L.D. saved his physical life. Without the large amount of repair fluid they provided and meticulous supervision, it would be impossible for his physical body to survive and regain strength so quickly.

The agents who were forced to fall down just now were just put down, and they didn't take their lives.

The two sides hadn't torn their faces yet, but if he wanted to break through the guards at the exit, those guards who were responsible for protecting the safety of the base would definitely try their best to block it, so it would inevitably lead to deaths and injuries, which was not what he wanted to see.

Since you can't break through from below, let's start from above.

Having made up his mind, Sun Wukong rushed to the roof of the building.

Two vigilant agents with guns were guarded in front of the two doors leading to the stairwell, but they suddenly felt a strong wind blow in their faces, as if something had passed through the middle, and when they looked back, nothing was visible.

Ti instantly crossed the two agents, and Sun Wukong only took a few seconds to reach the rooftop.

Tiantai Mountain naturally has people, but compared to the dozens or hundreds of soldiers in a group of three or five downstairs, there are much fewer here.

Because there were only three of them, one of them was clearly the leader, and he didn't even have a pistol in his hand, but he carried a loudspeaker in his right hand.

Of course, although they are small, they actually have an advantage, because there is still a helicopter of theirs buzzing in the sky.

"This is S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Phil Coulson, Mr. Sun, you've just woken up, and for your own sake, I don't think it's appropriate for you to do too strenuous exercise right now." The leader took a few steps forward and said to Sun Wukong with a loudspeaker.

"But I don't think I've ever been in better shape than I am now." Sun Wukong recognized this middle-aged man who shouted at him, with hard facial features and a half-bald head.

In the youTube video, his golden hoop stick fell into the sea and was salvaged by a meteorite hunter, and it was this Phil Coulson who was requisitioned in the name of the federal government. Although the video was quickly deleted and erased, he still remembers it vividly.

"So you've decided to get out of here?" Phil Coulson asked.

"Yes, thank you very much for your hospitality for half a year, maybe we are not friends yet, but if you need help in the future, I can help you without going against my wishes."

"Well, now that you've decided, as you wish. But before you leave, you have to leave behind what doesn't belong to you. Phil Coulson said.

"What doesn't belong to me, you say the clothes on my body? Please, you won't be so stingy, the dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. is reluctant to donate even a set of clothes to help a homeless man. If that's the case, all I can say is I'm very sorry, in a civilized society, running naked is really an unsightly sight. ”

"No, Mr. Sun, I'm talking about the iron rod in your hand."

"Are you sure it's your S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff?"

"Yes, I'm sure, although it looks a lot thinner and shorter now, it hasn't changed."

"If you can pick it up, I'll give it to you."

As soon as Sun Wukong's voice fell, he stabbed the golden hoop stick to his feet, and boom, the rooftop was suddenly poked out of a big hole.

Whew, after putting down the golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In order to be able to use the golden rod freely, he maintained the Hongmao technique every minute and every second, and this small spell consumed a lot of his mana.

"Mr. Sun, please don't destroy public property." Looking at the big hole being poked out of the rooftop, Coulson couldn't help but feel the chagrin of eating the consequences.

But Sun Wukong didn't hear it, but recited a few words silently to himself.

Then Phil Coulson was surprised to see that the golden rod grew as long as the wind saw it, and it grew bigger and longer, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten inches thicker and ten feet long.

"Do you still think it's S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Okay, I've realized that it's actually your stuff." Seeing that the iron rod continued to grow longer and thicker, and if it was not stopped, I was afraid that this building would be destroyed, Coulson had to say this.

"Well, since we have reached a consensus, let's see you again in the future!"

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, the golden hoop stick had been shortened and smallened, and automatically flew back into his hand. Then he walked to the edge of the rooftop, glanced at the helicopter hovering overhead, and jumped down with a long roar.

Resist the wind with nothing!

The incantation moved, and Sun Wukong glided away in the wind like a glider.

"Oh my God, is he going to kill himself?"

"No, he's flying."

"Did he wear a gliding suit?"

"How many secrets we don't know about him!"

Phil Coulson looked at the Monkey King who was flying away, and said something to himself.

"Sir, do we want to keep chasing?"

"No need, he's not our enemy."

"The weapon in his hand?"

"It's his, it's just to be returned to its original owner."

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