Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 983 Gentle Township (First Update)
As a command center, Hefeng No. [-] is not good at firepower. Powerful detection, communication functions and personnel dispatching capabilities are the functions that a mobile command center should have.It didn't take the spotter to report to Mike the anomaly on the radar, he could hear the engine whistling through the ramp door, the approaching noise like someone yelling in the cabin That catches the eye.

"It's not the engine sound of a Quinjet." Mike looked up thoughtfully.He was familiar with the sound of the engine of the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft. Compared with the noise he heard now, the noise made by the Quinjet fighter was like the scream of a kitten that had just opened its eyes.Moreover, the radar images showed that the speed of the aircraft was astonishingly fast, which once made Mike think that the passengers on the aircraft were not ordinary people.

"Bring your weapons and prepare your defenses."

After nearly 5 minutes, the engine noise disappeared, and the agent who went out to carry out defensive work returned to the command module with a complicated expression. Another agent followed behind him, dragging a black figure in half-dragging.All could smell the sour smell of half-digested food. "Wanted Daisy Johnson." The agent walking in front said with a frown, "Should we notify Agent Coulson?"

"No, just put her on the seat." Mike glanced at the three-dimensional map on the screen, temporarily put aside the task and walked over.Even after the rest, Daisy Johnson was still as pale as a dead man.She lay limply on the seat with her eyes closed tightly, seemingly indifferent to her fate.Mike asked, "What happened to her?"

"A black aircraft brought her here. To be precise, she was thrown down." The agent felt that he would never forget that funny scene in his future life - just as the agents pointed their guns at the Daisy Johnson stumbled and staggered down the ramp door of the craft as they entered the aircraft, and lay in front of them like a rag doll.Immediately afterwards, the aircraft closed the door, took off and returned to the sky. "As for her... As you can see, she was airsick. The medical staff cleared her airway and gave her an injection. Sir, I recommend that she be handcuffed."

Mike shook his head after watching the surveillance video in the cabin of Hefeng No. [-].

He recognized the aircraft.Just as S.H.I.E.L.D. has dedicated Quinjet fighters, other organizations have dedicated aircraft.This kind of aircraft with thick armor and powerful firepower belongs to the Immortal City. SHIELD once encountered the threat of these aircraft equipped with nuclear bombs. The only anti-aircraft firepower of SHIELD faced the aircraft that could fly like a missile. no way.The agent had never been involved in an alien rescue mission before, so it was understandable that he didn't know about the Immortal City's aircraft, but it was absolutely impossible for Mike to tell him about alien rescue and alien nano-parasites.

"No, let her have a good rest." Mike said, "Wake her up when Agent Coulson comes back. She must have some news to let us know."

"In fact, the material science research of the Immortal City is very valuable, and all of them have been transformed into practical products. All the pilots of the assault transport boats wear very light flight suits, which function better than other countries' spacesuits, It’s just that the people who usually take the assault transport boat are either wearing power armor or have undergone genetic modification, so some questions about ordinary passengers will be ignored.” Salomon read the document in his hand wearing sunglasses, “It seems that the magical world ignores The thinking of customers using experience has been extended to the scientific research department by me, or because the Immortal City does not accept complaints at all. I think we need to customize a set of clothes that can be quickly put on and taken off for passengers, which is to prevent them from vomiting on the deck A good way to do it. What do you think?"

"I think we need a little more sunshine before we go to enjoy dinner. You've worked five hours honey, it's time to relax. Don't forget you're here for a holiday, not a slave." Unita emerged from under the clear water and walked up the steps to the edge of the pool.She reached out to undo her bikini tie, and the wet swimsuit fell to the floor immediately.She tossed her long, wet hair carelessly, and walked to the deck chair under the shade of the sun umbrella and the champagne in the ice bucket.Originally, there was no swimming pool in the manor, but after buying the place, Salomon insisted on building a new swimming pool with a heating system, so that he could enjoy swimming even in cold weather.

"Dinah made the Texas smoked brisket, but before enjoying it..."

Salomon reached out and ticked the document, then threw the document aside.

It was a completely spontaneous act of his brain, and he didn't realize what was going on until after he had done all this.He stared at his hand in surprise, but then his gaze involuntarily turned to the other side—the orange-red sunset was reflected on the wide swimming pool, and the sparkling waves were like tumbling molten gold. The silver light converges into dreamlike colors.Bayonetta struck like a night mixed with light gray, blood red and deep purple, and straddled him with moisture all over her body.Drops of warm water rolled from the witch's skin and hit him like raindrops.She fixed her pale gray eyes on the mystic's eyes, which were full of power and lust.Salomon felt that his throat was dry and his body temperature was rising. The witch's charm engulfed him like a tsunami, and the hot thighs close to his waist became a fatal blow across his throat.

The witch had a haughty expression on her face, holding two glasses of champagne tumbling with tiny bubbles in her hands. The cold body of the wine covered the delicate thin glass with a layer of hoarfrost.She knows that no one can stand against her because her opponents have raised their flags.She is the queen of the field, and just like so many times in the past, Bayonetta always wins the first game.While subsequent failures are inevitable, she is never afraid of a challenge, and sometimes she just needs a helping hand.

When Salomon took the wine glass from the witch, he felt that he was still falling in the dream.

"I can't praise you enough, my dear, just like when we first met." He painted many paintings, and the witch was always his protagonist, but no matter what kind of brush he was, he couldn't paint Bayonetta With the incomparable vigorous tension and attractiveness in his body, he tried his best to paint the hot love like magma in those pale gray eyes on the canvas.

"Let's enjoy the champagne first." His Adam's apple moved up and down, "Maybe the dinner will be postponed, if Joan wants to complain, let her complain—we try not to tell her."

The witch's palm was tightly pressed against his chest, and her fingertips slid across from bottom to top, almost cutting open the skin of his chest and abdomen.She smiled and narrowed her eyes, enjoying the moment of control. "I want to try being in the water...don't you want to do that?"

After enjoying the perfect life, Salomon blamed himself for two seconds, and then floated out of the warm water with the black-haired witch in his arms.At this moment, the night has covered the sky, and the only lighting measure in the swimming pool is the cold light installed around it. "I'm on vacation."—he told himself repeatedly, lest he take up his gun and sword and go into the mountains of Latvinia after dinner.The sense of responsibility will urge him to bury his head in the documents and walk among the poor. Salomon must tell himself repeatedly that he will continue to work hard after the vacation, so as to remind himself not to overindulge in this Gentle country.

Bayonetta clearly saw what he was thinking.

The witch forced a smile on her exhausted face, stretched out her arm lazily and pinched his face.

"Stop torturing yourself, little boy," she said. "You work every day, don't you?"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)