"It's finally over."

Peter the little spider sat on the roof of a tall building, looking at the city at night, and let out a long sigh of relief. After seven hours of fierce fighting, the situation was finally brought under control.

In addition to the mechanical armies of Hebolion and Stark, there are also groups of spontaneous mutants who have also joined the battlefield. Osborne Industries has also taken out its own technical products and recruited manpower, and has swiped a wave of faces in front of people all over the world.

Norman Osborne simply laughed at the skyrocketing fame and the follow-up orders promised by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military. This natural disaster is comparable to a wonderful advertisement that has attracted worldwide attention. Although Osborne Industries is not the most brilliant, it is one of the best.

"I'm hungry!"

A faint female voice suddenly sounded behind the little spider Peter, and the frightened little spider was so excited that it almost fell directly from the rooftop more than 300 meters high. He turned his head and saw that Quiet's face was less than five centimeters away from him, full of seriousness.

"Didn't you bring your own food?" The little spider can't do anything about being quiet now, and in the case of parasitic Gwen, spider sensing can hardly play a big role in her sluggish death.

"That's the main meal." Quiet and dissatisfied, she wanted to eat something else now, for a change of taste. Like, those weird birds or something.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Peter sighed and stood up and asked quietly, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"Wings, legs, and the big lion looks pretty good." Quietly pointing at the tall building, she had collected a lot of rations for her previous combat strength, and she remembered the location of each one clearly.

"I can make it for you, but you know, this is the first time I've dealt with these ingredients." Peter switches his suit to Chef mode, which he particularly strongly asks Stark.

There's no way, anyone who has a quiet girlfriend has such a guy, and as a boyfriend, they have to make some preparations. Especially if the other person is not cold to you.

So in addition to his studies and chivalry, Peter also went to apply for various cooking training courses or something. Cast quietly. In the past, he definitely didn't have the time and energy, just his daily studies and part-time jobs took up all his time, but since he signed that agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D., every month S.H.I.E.L.D. will put a lot of money in his account, which is enough for him and Aunt Mei's quality of life to greatly improve, and also allow him to have extra money to study more hobbies.

Since Peter became the exclusive chef, although he is quiet, he still can't get used to him, but the frequency of complaining has actually plummeted. For Quiet, the favorability bonus of the profession of chef is too great. In particular, he was able to master every strength and muscle of his own, and his learning speed was fast, and his skills were rapidly improving, and Peter's degree of pleasing to the eye continued to improve.

Peter felt that with his cooking skills, he could now open a restaurant that would satisfy all food lovers. After all, when it comes to eating, silence is not something that can be easily satisfied.

A drone descends from the sky and lands in front of Peter, and a ray of light shoots out from the front of the drone, casting Stark's face.

"It's over on our end!" Before Stark could speak, Peter was the first to answer.

"I can see that the team is going to have a dinner, do you want to come?" Stark sent out an invitation.

"Where?" Quiet stretched her head and jumped out from behind Peter, coming face to face with Stark.

"Super burger joint, it'll give you the address." Stark said hurriedly, then turned off the com. But before it closes, Peter hears Stark's epilogue: "Wow, okay, okay!" Hulk, the battle is over, don't hit me, I'm not a monster......"

……

"Dr. Shavig, thank you for your help." Nick Fury thanked Dr. Shavig. If it weren't for Shavig's research and instruments, they would not have been able to control the weakly transferred spatial layer right now.

"I'd be happy to help you, Hebleen and Stark provided a lot of equipment, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it." Dr. Shavig chuckled, as he had received a considerable part of the spatial knowledge of space gems, he had always been obsessed with studying space, and this incident just happened to put his research results in handy.

"They're already rushing to manufacture."

On the manufacturing side, Nick will always have absolute confidence in Hyperion and Stark. In particular, Hyperion's manufacturing technology is beyond the current technological ceiling of the planet.

A golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of Nick. The light dissipated, and the well-dressed Steve Rogers landed on his feet and easily stabilized himself on the ground.

"There's some trouble." Steve gestured to Dr. Shavig's chin before turning his gaze to Nick.

"What's the trouble?" Nick's heart tightened. The situation has just been brought under control, and if anything changes, it will obviously be another wave. This was enough of a toss-up, the casualties and losses were even greater than the last Zitari invasion, and if something happened, he would have to call Luke frantically.

"Do you need me to leave?" Dr. Shavig asked as he looked at the two with wrong faces, his eyes wandering back and forth over them. Although he is a relatively pure scholar, it does not mean that he really has no emotional intelligence at all. He had, but many times he gave up. But right now, a secret service leader, a national leader, and the two of them are saying some secret things, and it seems that he doesn't need to get involved. He was not curious or concerned about these secrets.

"No, there's nothing to hide, Dr. Shavig." Steve shook his head to stop Dr. Shavig from leaving, and said with an embarrassed expression, "There is a group of aliens. ”

"Aliens?" Nick's untamed one-eyed eye widened, and Dr. Shavig beside him was a little intrigued.

"Is it to Thor? Or Zetari? Dr. Shaveg asked curiously.

"If you didn't guess wrong, it should be someone from the other Nine Realms. I spoke to them, and it was the language of the Nine Realms. In their words, they don't know how they got here, but their home has been almost destroyed by the Dark Alliance. ”

"Refugees?" Nick immediately gave a self-consciously accurate description.

"Yes, one of them seems to be a big figure in the Nine Realms, and she asked us for a place to live temporarily. Wait until their home planet is back to normal, and then leave. Steve spread his hands in some distress: "You know, this kind of thing is troublesome. Because it is related to the Atrium and the other Nine Realms, I think this should be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. to dock and deal with. ”

"Pay?" Nick doesn't care about the captain's burden and tasks for him, and he doesn't care about this if he is conscientious, not to mention that this is what he needs to deal with within the scope of his duties. What he cares about now is whether he can make a fortune from it? There is no way, he can't prostitute Luke's new currency for nothing, and he is still burdened with a lot of debt, of course, he can only do his best to open up sources and reduce expenditure.

"You talk." Captain Steve is a good person, but he is not a bad guy with no bottom line, he handed over the affairs to Nick, so naturally he felt that Nick should be able to handle it well. But in the end, he still reminded: "Remember to pay taxes, well, the new currency tax!" ”

"Where does this tax come from?" Nick was stunned.

"It's just been drafted and it's being rolled out." Captain Steve smiled.

"Anything else?" Seeing that the captain was still looking at him, Nick, who was not in a good mood because of taxes, asked. All he could think about now was how to keep his new money income reasonably and legally, even if it was paid in proportion to real money.

"There are also some captives of the Nine Realms." Steve hurriedly said to Nick with a stinky face: "As the people from the Dark Alliance, some of them have come to us through the Nine Realms Lianzhu, and they have also fought with another group of people......"

"I see, I'll prepare [residence] for them for the time being." Nick grasped the unfinished meaning of Steve's words. Isn't it a prison? There are enough prisons in S.H.I.E.L.D., and it really can't be done, and some bases used to block dangerous objects can also be used as prisons. Anyway, he's sold a lot of those things over the years. It's not good to be idle.

……

With the earth in chaos, what is Luke doing? Well, he is facing the saliva of the two collaborators. Or rather, one of the collaborators.

Mephisto sat in his place angrily, his eyes wide and he looked at Odin and Luke on the other end of the round table.

"What kind of spirit is this spirit in which I kindly send people to help you? The universe has been in the universe for so long, what dimensional demon god can do it to my point? But how can you harm your collaborators? Am I doing something wrong? I didn't! I knew that the Dimensional Demon God couldn't do some of the so-called good things you humans called, it was all trouble! ”

"Rest, you've been complaining for a day and a night." Luke threw a jar of stock solution over, a little helpless. He listened to Mephisto complain for a whole day, as if Odin had been forced to sit here in prison, from his own toil, to his hard work as a cow and a horse, to his kindness, his friendship and mutual assistance to his collaborators, his reliable character, and finally to indignation and crying. The emotional turn is accurate, and the tone of voice is passionate and complaining, which makes people's scalp tingle.

"It's only been one day and one night, is that a long time? The dimensional demon gods have dealt with each other once, which one doesn't need some time? Don't count our time with mortal time. I've just said that. Mephisto snorted coldly, but he still liked the original solution that Luke threw over.

"So what? What are your requirements? The Ancient One Mage, who was pulled over by Odin and Luke halfway to sit on wax together, raised his eyes and asked. Mephisto had a lot of time to waste, but the three of them didn't have that much time to waste with him. Didn't you see that Odin's hand holding Gungnir had been loose and tight several times? The Ancient One wondered if Odin would not think about throwing a shot at Mephisto if she shouted now. Even if you can't kill him, at least you can make their ears clean and relaxed for a few days.

"What the hell is that abyss?" Mephisto's mask was full of emotions, but in the end, he cautiously asked the question.

"Are you tainted?" Odin suddenly gloated a little. Even he didn't want to go to Nidaville now, not at all.

"How could I possibly be contaminated?" Mephisto excitedly retorted, "I just want to know, who made this immoral thing?" And who released it? Doesn't it know how much trouble it will cause to the universe and us? ”

"The dimension of hell is polluted." Gu Yi's closed eyes suddenly opened and he spoke.

"How do you know?" Mephisto looked at him in amazement, and then his face was as unpredictable as a mortal cuckold, and the power of hell erupted from him, and he couldn't bear to scold: "You steal my energy again? ”

"No, I'm just figuring out what's going on in the Hell dimension." The Ancient One mage retorted implicitly.

"Can't you handle that energy?" Odin was on the other side, he didn't expect that the hellish dimension was also afraid of the pollution of the abyssal energy?

"It's not big, but it's disgusting! It's like a contagious virus faced by mortals, death is not fatal, but I don't want all my men to become crazy! Mephisto didn't have the heart to complain and curse, he restrained his energy for a while, and said, "We've all become crazy, who will help us work?" ”

"How the hell did you get that energy? Shouldn't you hide far away? "Odin is a little puzzled, that kind of energy, like the deepest darkness and the most filthy [garbage], not only living things, but also dead things can be polluted, and can also make them conscious. Shouldn't you run as far as you can?

When Mephisto heard this, he looked at Odin with a look of resentment.

"It's a demon." Luke figured out the reason, "There are demons on the battlefield who have been polluted by the energy of the abyss, and after they went back to the Hell Dimension, they brought the abyss back as well. ”

Mephisto's face suddenly became even more stinky.

"Is there any way to get rid of it?" Mephisto can't bear to have his hellish dimension and human hands become a [garbage dump], that kind of energy is powerful, but it is disgusting! It's poisonous! It's not that the brain is bad, who plays with this energy? Before you do it, go crazy with yourself.

"I'm afraid it's hard to get rid of. Its stubbornness and pollution cannot be eliminated. Luke said. One is already purified to the extreme, leaving only the purest pollution source, how to filter and solve it? There is no way to solve it.

"Is there really no way?" Mephisto had a surge of strength again, and he felt that if he couldn't get better, then at least it would be good to pull a few more friends into the water together.

Odin and the Ancient One mage also raised their strength in an instant, and glanced at each other. They could see that Mephisto was already a little violent, and they were all wary of his sudden attack.

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"There are still some." Luke's words dissipated the tense atmosphere in the conference room, and even the energy with irritable confrontation suddenly became much more docile and soft.

"Seal it." Facing the stares of the three of them, Luke spread his hands: "After the seal is completed, we will discuss how to deal with it." It's really not good, leave it to the other demon gods' homes and let them have a headache. ”