Chapter 156: Dr. Servig

Magdalina's gaze on Ymir did not make Ymir, who was walking in front, feel it, but it was noticed by the two unremarkable young men in the corner of the hall of the Dark Energy Research Institute.

One of them frowned and said to his companion, "Contact the foreign affairs department to collect information about that woman." Every day, they know that they can buy pies and hamburgers with false funds, and it is too dangerous to allow such a clergy of the church with extraordinary strength to enter the research center. ā€

Another, who was a little older, said, "I'm interested in the young man in front, yes, the young man in the school uniform." Can't you see that the woman in the back is obedient to him? ā€

"I don't think there's anything to investigate about that young man, and Mr. Angry won't be happy that you're sabotaging his plans."

While the two secret agents are discussing Zhenghuan, a bald agent joins their conversation. The two agents glanced back and immediately saluted, "I'm sorry, Agent Sitwell, we didn't know this was your mission. ā€

Agent Sitwell shook his head with a smile and said, "Me? No, I'm not in charge of this case, Agent Kathryn should be in charge, but apparently the mission has been put on hold."

Spider-Man seemed to sense something, turned his head and glanced at the corner, and the three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had gathered together to chat immediately dispersed, and no one suggested that Ymir and his party should be investigated.

Ymir explained what Magdalina should pay attention to, and he quickened his pace a little, catching up with Dr. Connors and the others who were walking ahead. Only then did he realize that the researchers he met along the way all nodded to Agent Coulson who led the way with a smile, and Agent Coulson also smiled in return.

Seeing this scene, Ymir sighed in his heart: "It seems that Coulson's popularity in S.H.I.E.L.D. is very good, no wonder he has only appeared a few times in the movies of his previous life, and there are a lot of people who are willing to be his fans." ā€

It's still early to resurrect, and I didn't see the later "S.H.I.E.L.D." agents, which pushed Coulson's popularity to the peak.

Entering the Dark Energy Research Institute is only the first step, the research institute is very large, and basically a large part of the secret research of S.H.I.E.L.D. is placed here.

Agent Coulson said earnestly as he led the way in front, "I think I have to remind you that in Zone-51 it's a highly classified dark world. To get in, not only does it require a highly classified level of security, but you also have to be invited from the highest echelons of the U.S. military or elite members of the intelligence community. ā€

"It's not just for the sake of secrecy, it's because what happens here is usually not controllable," he explains. Only by being cautious, cautious, and cautious, ten thousand times more cautious than ordinary people, can we ensure that you will not mysteriously disappear into a special reality. ā€

Dr. Connors was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, "I think I'm the most convincing on that." "The fact that he became a lizardman is an urban legend to the outside world, but it's not a secret inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

He glanced at Spider-Man deeply and admonished very solemnly: "Scientific research is a very delicate process, and we are all exploring in the dark before achieving the final perfect result. One wrong step can undo all the work you have done, and even cause terrible consequences that we don't want to see. ā€

Listening to the introduction of Agent Coulson and Dr. Connors, Spider-Man does not feel that he has entered the scientific research center of the United States, but rather feels like he has half a foot in hell. If you take one wrong step, you will face death at any time.

So, he asked very humbly: "So, Mr. Coulson, in the past, did anyone ever disappear because of reality?" ā€

Agent Coulson nodded, "Accidents happen every year, and most of them disappear without a trace. The so-called disappearance is the loss of traces on the earth, we cannot trace their stored information, and all contact is lost. ā€

Ymir's face was full of incredulity, and he muttered to himself, "Hopefully, they have encountered the turbulence of time and space in the real yĆ n, or some other strange situation, and they have traveled to the other world." ā€

This is the best blessing of all, otherwise you will have to accept the fate of those poor eggs who are gone.

Turning around, Agent Coulson gave Ymir a deep look and said more seriously, "So, if you encounter an unmanageable danger, I grant you the right to evacuate at any time." I want you to understand that that's all I can do to help you. I don't want you to cause irreparable damage when you do your research. ā€

Ymir took a deep breath and didn't think much of it, he nodded slightly and patted Magdalina on the shoulder: "I can understand your concern, the gods of the Aztecs are not good-tempered. However, we are only doing a superficial analysis of the Monument of Time, and I believe that with Magdalina, we can cope with the change. ā€

Agent Coulson grinned happily, "That's fine, I don't know much about the occult." Well, though, if you need help, feel free to contact me. ā€

After taking Imir, Dr. Connors and others through dozens of visible and invisible security inspections, they and their party really entered the core of the United Nations Dark Energy Research Institute.

After carefully recording Ymir and Magdalina's fingerprints, lip lines, voice, and retinal features, they were finally allowed to enter the research room where the Monument of Time was kept.

Spider-Man, on the other hand, was turned away, and Agent Coulson greeted the people in the lab very familiarly: "Hello, Dr. Servig, where is the real YĆ n?" ā€

"Very unoptimistic, very unoptimistic, Coulson!" Dr. Servig, who had his back to the door, said distressedly: "It looks like this slab reacts to light, and I irradiated it with ultraviolet light a few minutes ago. Now it's going to be incremental, releasing radiation outward, and worst of all this could be the start of a chain reaction that I can't tell how dangerous it can become. ā€

He turned, took off the blindfold that was sitting on his eyes, and complained to Agent Coulson, "Oh my God, you're asking me, a physicist, to study mythical tablets?" I think this is a fantasy, and you should find a more professional scholar to deal with it. ā€

"And I'm supposed to go back to NASA to study the baby that was salvaged from under the Arctic Ocean!"

Dr. Servig looked sullen, unhappy that he was wasting his life by putting aside his research to uncover the secrets of the Time Monument. Ymir and Magdalina glanced at each other, they both knew that the person in charge of the research on the Cosmic Cube must be the Dr. Servig in front of them.