"Didn't you say you threw it?" Owen looked at Coulson and couldn't help but smile, if he hadn't lit the creed, he wouldn't have found this place so quickly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's back, oh! By the way, this is Gatler, my good friend and colleague. Coulson couldn't help but raise his hand when he heard this, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, but suddenly remembered that there was a companion on the side, and hurriedly introduced the man on the side.

"I've heard of it for a long time." Gatler was looking at the recovered Skye, and following Coulson's words, he smiled and handed out his right hand to Owen.

"I don't have a big name." Owen stretched out his hand and shook it lightly with the other party, while the other party shook his head with a smile and did not speak, ordinary people and low-level agents don't know, but they are not the same as high-level agents.

"Here comes the hot water." The young man, Fitz, came over in a hurry with a large glass of water.

"Why do you want hot water? Plums. Coulson looked at Fitz, who was hurrying over, and couldn't help frowning, and at this time, he found Melinda sitting on a stool covered in cold sweat.

"Towel." The handsome young man Ward also ran over in a hurry, holding a dark towel, Owen took the towel, soaked it in hot water, and then soaked the towel out of the water, folded it into a square and held it in his hand, and was about to apply it to Melinda's swollen instep like a bun.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Coulson looked at Melinda's instep and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

"That's right, there was a little misunderstanding, May kicked Owen, and then ......" Simmons looked a little embarrassed, she wanted to explain magic, but the long-standing concept really made it difficult for her to use such a magic stick.

"Just a kick?" Gatler blinked as Owen applied a hot towel to Melinda's instep.

"Ugh!" Melinda's instep was covered with a hot towel, and she couldn't help but bite her silver teeth, and let out a painful snort, and then the pain subsided, and then she felt that her skin seemed to be electrified, and she felt a tingling itch.

"Okay, that's it, just rest for the next two days." Owen applied the hot towel to the wound, then rubbed it lightly twice, soothed her muscles and bones, and took the towel away, the steaming towel was bright red, and the bruises were forcibly sucked out by him with internal strength.

"How?" Simmons looked at the instep that was completely restored without a trace, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, she saw magic.

"The principle is probably similar to ultrasound therapy, and we are leveling each other." Owen blinked, handed the towel to Ward on the side, and the last sentence was to Melinda, as for Ward, the handsome guy was a little stunned, but the towel was stuffed into his hand, he glanced at the bruises on it, and frowned slightly.

"Okay, the matter is almost settled, so now I don't have anything to do, so where are you going next?" Owen looked at the recovered crowd and clapped his hands together while asking about their destination.

"Back to headquarters!" Coulson looked at Melinda's face and listened to Owen's words, not understanding what he meant, and pointed behind him.

"Forget it, I won't go, by the way, Coulson, this time you sent me a message, I ran out on my own, and I had a little conflict with Bridge, but I didn't take what about him, ask you to help me say sorry to him, I won't go back to him, you know the situation of S.H.I.E.L.D., I know it, I won't talk about it." Owen listened to Coulson's words and quickly shook his head, he didn't want to go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. center.

"No, no, no, we really don't know about that, what do you know, can you tell me?" Coulson listened to Owen's words and immediately shook his head, wanting to ask him about some situation, he thought that magicians should have a unique channel of information.

"It's useless, it's useless for me to tell you, the result of S.H.I.E.L.D., when he did those things, was already doomed." Owen shook his head and shrugged.

"What has S.H.I.E.L.D. done?" Skye couldn't help blinking, she probably knew more among the people, but it was only the last time she audited.

"I've done a lot, definitely more than you can imagine." Owen raised his eyebrows, the hydra nested in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s body, if he didn't use the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. to do something unseemly, then he would write his name upside down, S.H.I.E.L.D. will not be immortal.

"What do you mean?" Skye listened to Owen's words, and couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, not too understanding.

"Okay, let's talk about it here! It's beyond your authority. Coulson stopped his subordinates' inquiry, Owen's words were here, combined with the last prediction, he found out the information about the three fallen and burning space carriers, he could probably see some precursors of a storm, but what kind of storm it was, he didn't know yet.

"Coulson!" Gatler on the side frowned and reached out to pull his companion.

"Alright, Gatler, I've got a sense of proportion, that's it, that Owen, you're going there, we can give you a ride." Coulson shook his head and didn't say much about the situation, but asked Owen.

"Just open the plane for me now." Owen looked at Coulson, who had thought through it, and nodded his head.

"Hey, wait, what the hell is going on, we have a right to know!" Skye jumped off the dormant chamber at once.

"What a ...... recovery" Gatler muttered to himself as he looked at Skye, who had jumped out of the dormant chamber and was completely undamaged.

"Actually, you didn't, Skye, don't ask any more, alright, Owen, come over here." Coulson interrupted Skye, not allowing her to ask any further questions, and led Owen away.

"Do a good job!" Owen smiled at Skye before following Coulson away.

"I'll explain your business, but are you really not going?" Coulson led Owen all the way and said to him.

"No, I'm not going to interfere in your own affairs." Owen listened to Coulson's words, and couldn't help but shake his head, he didn't want to go to this kind of troublesome thing.

"What if I ask you for help?" Coulson led Owen to the rear of the cabin.

"It depends on what you can pay!" Owen pouted, he didn't open a restaurant, and being able to help this time was completely to settle the fate he had formed in the past.

"Then can you tell me a fortune?" Coulson listened to Owen's words and didn't care, he didn't understand why Owen didn't want to care about this matter, but he didn't want to ask too much, so as not to ruin the friendship between them, so he just asked jokingly.

"Fate-wise, you've already died once, you're a unique being, Coulson." Owen listened to Coulson's words, but he didn't take it as a joke and gave him a hint.

"What do you mean?" Coulson was originally just a joke, but listening to Owen's words, he couldn't help but be stunned.