American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 178 0175: The shock of the ambassadors
In the sky above the eastern city of New York, a huge floating island floats quietly. As the night faded and the morning sun rose, a strange scenery quietly appeared near the port. Unexpectedly, strange vegetation grew there.

The most eye-catching thing is the towering giant trees, with their lush branches and leaves, stretching out, as if they are about to break through the sky and disappear into the clouds. The crowns of the giant trees are looming in the sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, there was just a glimmer of light on the horizon, and the early morning mist had not completely dissipated. Several black cars came quietly and parked on the side of the road one after another.

The car door opened, and several men and women in black formal attire stepped out one after another.

Coulson is also part of this group.

He took off his sunglasses, raised his head, and stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes filled with unconcealable shock: "Oh my God."

"Agent Coulson, long time no see. How was your flight?"

In the next car, a blond man got out with a dark-skinned woman: "No, you are now the head of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Tyler, I am only the acting director temporarily."

Coulson put away his sunglasses and smiled.

Taylor also looked up to the islands, "Their representative Rojo also announced the establishment of a new single-ethnic state yesterday."

Taylor's face darkened a bit when he saw the man coming over.

Now the hidden danger left behind has become a fatal threat.

"Tyler, watch your words. We are here to negotiate peace, not to declare war."

Coulson politely extended his hand in return and looked up at the huge island above his head and the strange giant tree: "I guess the sight in front of you must be unexpected."

"Zheng Xian, the Divine Spear Bureau has not obtained authorization to enter American territory."

The only thing Coulson could guess was Charles' psychic ability. This old professor was the most powerful psychic ability among many mutants.

Coulson said with emotion that when he first met Rojo, we were still half colleagues, working hard for the same goals and tasks.

Taylor thought for a while: "Psychic transmission? Professor X's psychic ability can do this."

Taylor frowned. In the past ten years, they had countless opportunities to kill Charles completely, but they always failed to do so.

Another black car stopped, and a middle-aged man with yellow skin got out of it. He had a square face and perseverance between his brows.

Zheng Xian smiled and took out his mobile phone and played a document: "This is the authorization from the mutant country, and it does not prohibit the Spear Bureau."

The African-American woman stretched out her hand: "Director Coulson, I have long admired your name."

"Yes, this is a very serious problem. In the past few years, Charles' physical condition has obviously been unable to support him to complete this move through psychic abilities, but now it seems that Charles' body can recover."

"This scourge should have been resolved first."

He suddenly remembered something: "Yesterday, Rojo's voice spread all over the world, and no major institution could intercept it. Guess how they did it?"

The man in front of him is Tyler Hayward, a senior agent of the Sword Bureau.

"It's amazing that within a few months these mutants have technology we've never seen before."

Taylor Hayward introduced the woman next to him: "This is Monica Rambeau, my new partner."

"How do I remember that this place has become a nation of mutants?"

"Honestly, a year ago I would never have believed that that childish-looking child would announce this decision as a spokesperson."

Taylor coughed a few times: "How many countries have recognized that this place belongs to mutants?"

"Isn't this what we are here for today? Maybe after today, everyone will be on the same page."

Zheng Xian patted Taylor on the shoulder: "For the sake of peace, sometimes necessary sacrifices need to be made."

"Do not touch me."

Taylor was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He was an agent of the Sword Bureau and served all mankind, but he was also an American.

He was embarrassed by being humiliated by an old rival.

"Hey, our purpose today is to interview mutants, not to come here to quarrel."

Coulson quickly stood between the two. Although the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Skyward Sword Bureau was not very good, the latter had an even worse relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., especially since Taylor and Zheng Xian had a personal grudge and looked down on each other.

"I'm not in the mood to argue with him about boring topics. There are more interesting things waiting for me right now."

Zheng Xian walked away from Taylor, raised his head and stared at the giant tree, looking along the trunk towards the huge island.

He was filled with emotion: "It's such an interesting era. What do you mean by mutants? They didn't declare war or kill people. What do they want to do?" Coulson touched his collar and said: "Deals, agreements, power and money, Those are probably the things they want, but the most important thing is peace."

"They didn't start a war directly, maybe because they were not strong enough."

Taylor said quietly.

"There is an old Chinese saying that what is false is true, and what is true is false. What it means is that some things are the same thing on the surface, but the essence behind them is completely different."

Zheng Xian said in a sarcastic tone: "Sometimes, words have to go through the brain."

Taylor gritted his teeth: "Why, are you afraid of losing?"

"You guys should be quiet first."

Coulson saw that the atmosphere was tense and signaled Monica to pull Taylor away.

That's when.

The vines wrapped around the huge tree trunk in front of him split to both sides, and two figures came out of it.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Welcome to Krakoa."

Thunderbird John came out dressed formally and smiling.

On the side is Sonia: "Please come with us."

"John, Sonia"

Coulson recognized the two men as mutants who had participated in S.H.I.E.L.D. missions and were also wanted criminals around the world.

It seems that the seemingly formal welcoming ceremony is not that simple.

"Let's go in."

Taylor didn't have any scruples and strode inside.

In addition to the ambassadors from S.H.I.E.L.D., the Spear Bureau, and the Sword Bureau, there were also ambassadors from several other countries.

Behind the gate, the environment inside suddenly opens up. It is a bright hall, surrounded by vines, green leaves, and strange flowers that shine brightly. Everywhere is full of fantasy.

There is a clean steel plate under the feet, and everyone's leather shoes make a clicking sound when they step on it.

Sonia asked thoughtfully: "Everyone, do you want to go to the lounge for some coffee?"

"Need not."

Coulson looked around and asked, "When will we meet the leader here?"

"Sorry, today's state affairs are too busy, and the leader does not have time to meet you."

A loud and majestic voice came, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

It was a figure, with a silver battle suit, a silver helmet, and a pure white cloak, shining brightly in the sunlight.

He stood on the high platform, overlooking everyone: "I will receive you today. I admit that I am not a very good agent, but I hope I can handle the matter well."

"You are."

Coulson stared at the man in the silver suit, his mind racing, thinking about who this familiar face was.

In the next second, his head exploded and he spat out: "You are Magneto!"

"He's Eric, how is this possible!"

The crowd around him made his scalp tense.

The man above looks to be about thirty years old, with deep and three-dimensional facial features, especially the aquiline nose, which gives him an indescribable majesty.

In comparison, Magneto is nearly a hundred years old, and his body looks extremely old. The two are completely different!
There's no way it's the same person.

But the man on the high platform broke everyone's doubts.

"That's right. Come with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ambassadors suddenly felt the steel plates under their feet shaking. The next second, the steel plates floated in the air, lifting them up.

(End of this chapter)