Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 982 Low Orbit Flight (Second Change)
To be honest, the trouble Robbie Reyes caused this time is not easy to solve.

Half of the prisoners in the prison are dead, and the few medicines in the hands of Wanda Maximoff and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team are completely insufficient.When the police discovered the anomaly in Nanling Prison, the horrors in the prison were enough to scare the faint of heart.Facing the raging waves of prisoners, the witch finally made a move, but the fear switch in the brains of those prisoners seemed to be turned off. No matter how she demonstrated her magic, they still rushed forward with roars—the news mentioned a hatred The "terrorist organization" of the Inhumans is also among them. These idiots were caught by the police as soon as they entered Los Angeles.After so many cases, the LAPD desperately needed a case to salvage their reputation, and the thugs just happened to hit the guns.

They thought Robbie Reyes and Wanda Maximoff were Inhumans.Coupled with the illusion imposed on them by Lucy Ball, neither the scorched human body nor the wreckage squeezed into a fleshy paste could shake the will of this group of bullying thugs to charge.Nearly all of the "terrorists" imprisoned were dead, and when Agents Coulson and May arrived, they had to tread blood and ash-soaked floors through empty cells, dragging behind them. A few prison guards who were still dazed.

"Holy Shit..."

"I'm sure those footprints were left by Wanda Maximoff, Robbie Reyes, and Elias Moreau." Coulson said, pointing to the messy footprints ahead of the pool of ashes and blood. "Mike, did you see where they went?"

"Colson, they threw away the headset." Mike and Fitz, who were on the Hefeng No. [-] and were ready to support at any time, also had a headache.It seems that since the prisoner riots, the Witch and Ghost Rider have no intention of contacting S.H.I.E.L.D.They enter Cell E, where Elias Moreau is, as Mike sees them through surveillance cameras, followed by a large mob.This group of thugs also took things and smashed the cameras, none of them were spared, and the support personnel on Hefeng No. [-] were able to obtain less and less information.Without the camera, Mike, as the interim commander, must rely on his own reasoning to make judgments and dispatch the support agents to the appropriate location-SHIELD has to learn some information from Elias Moreau, if Wanda Mark is allowed to If Simoff and Robbie Reyes take him away, then this mission will not be able to continue, and it will be more efficient to run directly after the Immortal City's ass.

"Fitz, I need your drone. Send the drone to these passages, go in through the window to check if there are any traces of battle, if there is no trace, go in the direction I instructed, and if there is, stay there and continue monitoring. Mike pointed to several corridors on the [-]-D image of Southridge Prison, which did not include the ones Coulson and Melinda May passed through.In this way, Mike can judge the path of the witch and the ghost rider in a very short time, and at the same time remind the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to avoid danger.

"Very smart." Fitz nodded. He liked mathematics the most.A couple of agents who had been helping Coulson's team since the Hydra insurrection (now officially on the job) immediately carried Fitz's drone box and opened it at the ramp hatch. More than 100 palm-sized drones took off together, like a swarm of bees overwhelming the sky, buzzing towards the prison.

Although she already knew the result, Stephanie Malik couldn't help but clenched her fists every time she read this paragraph, trying to suppress her anger, trying to convince herself that the expenditure was worth it.Now every penny of the Immortal City has to be spent in the right place, bribing local officials and police, taking some clues from the evidence room is definitely not a good use, but at the same time it is a necessary expenditure .Even if the Immortal City owns so many HYDRA companies and holds shares in so many companies, Stephanie has to live on a budget-even the wine cabinet in Salomon's office is filled with her own money, the creature The expenses of the genetic laboratory are extremely huge, and he even needs to use his own small treasury to fill them up. He has never left any records of private expenses in the public account of the Immortal City.

With such a boss, Stephanie Malik was naturally very hostile to all abnormal expenses, and every penny of the Immortal City must be converted into practical uses.The S.H.I.E.L.D., who refused to share this part of the cost, made Stephanie even more hostile. She even called Agent Coulson to protest, but Melinda May hung up the phone mercilessly, making Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. The old enmity of the bureau has added a rich stroke.

However, not all relevant personnel know what happened in Nanling Prison at this moment.

Daisy Johnson waited for 10 minutes on the roof as agreed, and the assault transport boat arrived as promised.She boarded the ramp hatch of the assault transport and saw the Praetorian sitting on the seat, a gray cargo box with the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia lying at his feet, filling all the space. "If you ask me, I still prefer the Quinjet. Although the space is not as spacious as this aircraft, at least it looks better."

"This assault transport ship can send you back by flying in low orbit." Constantine said calmly, "To be precise, this is a void aircraft, which is fully capable of transporting in the atmosphere. If If I were you, I'd put on my seatbelt right away, because the G-values ​​at takeoff will make you spit out."

Daisy Johnson graciously sat beside Constantine.

"Do you know what Agent Coulson is doing right now?"

"Yes, I know." Constantine nodded, and then the air became quiet, save for the vibration of the ramp hatch closing and the engine starting.He was wearing a helmet, which baffled Daisy Johnson, who tried to read something in his expression.But even if he wasn't wearing a helmet, she wasn't an expert on microexpressions and couldn't see anything.

The first 1 minutes before the assault transport boat took off was unbearable for ordinary people. Daisy Johnson endured the feeling of black eyes and insufficient blood supply to the brain for fifty seconds, and then it took half an hour to recover.

"So?" she said, "You know what Agent Coulson is doing?"

"Yes, and I'm going to take you to meet the S.H.I.E.L.D. team." Constantine said, "Now that Wanda Maximoff has joined the S.H.I.E.L.D. team, it's time to throw you there."

"I ran out by myself, and I will never go back!"

"I didn't expect your rebellious period to continue until this time."

"My God, can you understand human speech!"

"Is it because you think it will be embarrassing if you go back by yourself? So you need Agent Coulson or someone to ask you to go back?" Constantine nodded, "It doesn't matter, I understand this kind of human adolescent thinking, I have seen this some books."

"No! It's because... let me go!" Daisy Johnson didn't know what to say.She's completely oblivious to the fact that she's breaking out of gravity, and if she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, she'd be floating right now. "It's over, I'm getting off the plane. I don't want to talk about puberty with a three-meter Sheldon Lee Cooper!"

"I don't mind opening the hatch now, but I'm sure you'll freeze to death in low orbit," Constantine said. "Shall I open it for you? Or will your ability help you return to the surface?"

"You're an even bigger bastard than your master, Constantine!"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)