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"No, you got it wrong." The elf said, "I said he was captured! I don't know what method S.H.I.E.L.D. used. In short, although the cutting heart exploded, he didn't die!"

Truth stood up, thought for a few seconds and said, "Elf, call everyone, we're leaving now!"

"To save the cut?" asked the elf.

"No, we're going to Egypt and looking for that mask."

"But cutting..."

"Cutting may have told SHIELD all about the organization. I will not blame him. The other party is a professional agent. It is difficult to keep a secret in front of them. But we must leave here immediately, and the distance from realizing our The goal is only the last step, now is not the time to save people."

The elf didn't expect Truth to say such words, she stood there blankly, eyes full of shock.

Reality reacted to his abnormal emotions, turned around and grabbed the elf's shoulder, and said sincerely in his eyes:

"Cutting is my friend. I, like you, want to save him. But saving a person, and saving the whole world, I think the latter is more important. This is the ability that God has given us, and we need to bear the responsibility.

When we achieve our goal, we can be friends with S.H.I.E.L.D., and the cut will come back naturally.And if you think about it, in the current state of cutting, only the medical means of SHIELD can maintain his life. We are not saving him in the past, but harming him. "

"...Okay." The elf was persuaded.

"That... do I need to go there?"

The tracer stared with big eyes, "My mother is still waiting for me to come home."

Truth smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll talk to your mother."

16th Chapter [-] Big difference, big difference

France, Bordeaux.

This is a bustling industrial and commercial city, the military and aviation center of Europe, and the core of French strategic nuclear bomb research and physical experiments.

However, compared with these sophisticated industries, what really makes Bordeaux famous all over the world is wine.

The expensive "[-] Lafite" was produced in Bordeaux, because the climate of that year was particularly good and the quality of the grapes was excellent, making the wine of that year highly sought after until now.

God knows how many barrels of wine were brewed in that year, and they have not been sold out after so many years.

Zhang Ming, Dior and Coulson's team are temporarily staying in this city.

On the one hand, it is waiting for linguists to decipher the secrets of ancient Egyptian writing in travel notes.

On the other hand, it is also the most important reason: their aircraft must be overhauled.

During the battle with the tortoise, many precision parts on the plane were damaged, and then he was busy chasing and cutting, just refueled, and hurriedly set off on the journey again.

Being able to persist until now is entirely due to Mei's excellent driving skills.

Short-distance flights within Europe are okay, but long-distance flights across continents are too dangerous.Mei is an agent, not a superman, and she will be tired too, and if she makes a slight mistake, there may be unexpected dangers.

Now that the plane has been handed over to the agents of the S.H.I.E.L.D. office in France for overnight maintenance, Zhang Ming and the others can finally lie on a bed that doesn't shake and sleep peacefully.

Before going to bed, local agents sent a bottle of wine from his collection, which was said to be worth $[-].

Who says foreigners don't know how to deal with the world? When I saw Coulson, this popular man next to Director Ferry came over, and he also knew how to give gifts.

Zhang Ming took advantage of Coulson's favor and drank half a glass. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the taste of the [-]-dollar wine seemed a little different.

Under the influence of alcohol, he barely fell asleep, but even in his dream, he still thought about the organization——

The free and easy smile of the tortoise before it exploded, the fanaticism in the cutting eyes, and the "truth" who hid in the shadows and peeped at them, these people and things are intertwined to form a strange dream.

The next morning, Zhang Ming was awakened by a knock on the door.The door was opened, and Agent Ward was standing outside.

"Sorry," he said.

"It's okay, I should say thank you instead." Zhang Ming wiped the sweat on his forehead from the nightmare.Looking at the time, it was just 6 o'clock in the morning, and they had only rested for less than 3 hours.

"The secret of the travel notes has been deciphered?"

"No."

"Is the plane fixed?"

"nor."

Zhang Ming scratched his face, "Then why did you come to me so early in the morning? You didn't come to talk to me, did you?"

A Hydra undercover agent came to talk to Zhang Ming?

Could it be that Ward felt that it was too difficult to rebel, and wanted to report Alexander Pierce as a petition and join the justice camp?

Ward didn't pay attention to Zhang Ming's strange eyes, "Someone came to you and said they have something important to tell you."

"I remember our whereabouts are kept secret, who is it?"

"A woman, I'm looking for you because she can steal our route of action."

Ward glanced at Zhang Ming's body, because of the exercise during this period, Zhang Ming has good muscle lines, and thinking of his superhero status, Ward added: "That is a beautiful Chinese woman... …If necessary, I can help you arrange a place where you will not be disturbed."

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes, ignored the gossip of this Hydra elite agent, and closed the door with a "boom."

Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Ming walked into the meeting room after changing his clothes.

A slender Asian woman sat on a chair with her back to him.

She has long flaxen hair, wears slim jeans, and a cheap leather jacket, matching her sloppy legs, non-elegant sitting posture, and chewing gum constantly in her mouth.