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Yang Le didn't have to wait long. The speed of the S.H.I.E.L.D. was very fast. In just about ten minutes, a transport plane hovered above them.

Because the ground in the Greater Khingan Mountains was rugged, coupled with the dense forest, the transport plane couldn't land at all. So, they could only send down a few people with equipment via rope to equip the others before pulling them back up with ropes.

A total of five people came down from the transport plane. They were all wearing uniform black and red combat uniforms, fully armed. Just looking at them, you could tell they were a group of qualified soldiers.

Because of his X-ray vision, Yang Le could clearly see the physical condition of these people. Although they couldn't compare to those superhumans, they were indeed elites among ordinary humans.

Three S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers respectively helped Ji Shuangshuang and the others to wear their equipment, while the remaining two soldiers walked towards Yang Le.

"We need to conduct an inspection on you. Please cooperate with our work."

One soldier held an instrument in his hand that looked like a metal scanner, but Yang Le guessed it wasn't such a low-level device. However, Yang Le wasn't afraid. There was no Kryptonite in the Marvel universe. Nothing could harm him without him knowing.

Yang Le very cooperatively pulled down the zipper of his jacket, then took off his jacket, revealing his sturdy upper body wearing only a white vest. His perfect physique, as if chiseled by knives and axes, attracted the attention of many people.

Although Yang Le himself had a good figure, he was far from comparable to a Kryptonian. This body of muscles was like a plaster artwork of a perfect body, which only those who were obsessed with the gym could achieve.

But for Kryptonians, all it took was basking in the sun.

Seeing Yang Le's cooperation, the expressions of the two soldiers eased a little, but they still held the instrument and scanned Yang Le's body in a businesslike manner.

As Yang Le expected, when they scanned the small badge on his belt, the instrument beeped, but to Yang Le's surprise, the two soldiers ignored it as if they hadn't heard it and continued scanning.

After scanning Yang Le all over, the two soldiers put away the instrument, signaling Yang Le to put on his clothes, and then began to help him wear his equipment.

Yang Le narrowed his eyes. Although he was a little puzzled, he wasn't in a hurry to ask. These people were just small soldiers. He couldn't get anything out of them by asking. It wouldn't be too late to ask when he met the leader.

Hanging the buckle of the rope on the equipped gear, Yang Le and the others were pulled up by the rope.

Holding the door frame with one hand, Yang Le stepped into the transport plane. He was the last one to board, and after he boarded, the hatch behind him naturally closed.

Looking up and scanning around, all he saw was a very ordinary transport cabin. There was no high-tech interior. There were rows of seats on both sides, and some equipment was hung on the walls.

"This way, please."

One of the two soldiers who had just inspected Yang Le said, leading Yang Le to a seat and signaling Yang Le to sit in this position.

Yang Le had no objections. Currently, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude towards him was still friendly, which was a good start. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face. Yang Le, who came with good intentions, was happy to listen and reduce trouble.

After he sat down, the others in the transport cabin also found their seats. The two soldiers responsible for him sat next to him, while the others sat opposite him.

It seemed that these two soldiers were responsible for monitoring his every move. That's right, for a stranger like him who knew about S.H.I.E.L.D., there was no reason for S.H.I.E.L.D. not to be vigilant.

Yang Le could clearly see with his X-ray vision that the heartbeats of everyone, including the driver, were very subtle. Although they were not exaggerated, they all exceeded the normal heart rate.

This meant they were nervous, especially the two sitting next to him, whose heart rate was even faster than the others. It seemed that everyone was not as calm as they looked on the surface.

Yang Le smiled quietly, closed his eyes leisurely, and actually began to close his eyes to rest.

Yang Le was resting, but the others on the transport plane didn't dare to relax like him. Facing this man whose fists and feet were comparable to large-caliber firearms, even Ji Shuangshuang and the others didn't dare to underestimate him.

It only took more than ten minutes to come, and of course it wouldn't take much time to go back. After a slight shaking, Yang Le knew that the transport plane had landed.

The soldier sitting next to him just wanted to notify Yang Le, but the latter opened his eyes one step ahead and then consciously unfastened his seat belt.

"We're here, right?"

"Uh, yes."

The soldier looked at Yang Le, who was already standing up, and felt that Yang Le seemed to be resting just now, but his spirit should still be highly concentrated, otherwise it was impossible to have such a quick reaction to the outside world.

But he guessed wrong. Yang Le was really resting just now. He woke up purely because Kryptonians were sensitive, and even with his eyes closed, he could have a panoramic view.

The two soldiers walked out of the transport plane one step ahead with Yang Le. The change in indoor and outdoor light could not affect him now. Before he walked out of the cabin door, he had already seen dozens of figures standing outside the transport plane.

These dozens of figures were some ordinary staff or soldiers, which were not enough for Yang Le to stay his eyes on, but the leader was different.

The leader was a man wearing a slightly loose striped suit. Although he was neatly dressed and wearing a tie, he had an unspeakable casual feeling, which formed a sharp contrast with the capable atmosphere of the surrounding staff.

The man had a delicate oily hair, with a smile on his face that made people feel like a spring breeze, looking at Yang Le and others who came down from the transport plane with a smile.

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After Yang Le walked a certain distance, the man stretched out his right hand and said with a smile.

"Hello, unknown guest. My name is Zheng Xian, and I am the person in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. you are looking for."

Yang Le raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to shake it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Zheng Xian. I've heard so much about you."

"You've heard of me?" Zheng Xian was still smiling, but a subtle light flashed in his squinted eyes.

"No," Yang Le answered simply. "I'm just being polite. Don't take it seriously."

Zheng Xian was stunned, and then laughed loudly.

"You are really a wonderful person. To be honest, I was still thinking about communicating with you in English just now. I didn't expect your Chinese to be so good."

"It's natural to speak your mother tongue well," Yang Le shrugged, which caused everyone to look sideways frequently.

"Are you a mixed-race?" Zheng Xian asked.

"Almost," Yang Le nodded, but he was not a Chinese-American mixed race, but barely a mix of Earth and Krypton.