Terminator of the heavens system

"Why don't you go to S.H.I.E.L.D. with them?"

Just as the plans of the two parties were in full swing, Lin Chen, who was soaked in the water tank and locked up by iron chains in the sealed room where the Mutant Brotherhood imprisoned Lin Chen, looked at Qin on the other side of the wall through the one-way mirror in front of him. Gray.

Only a part of the mutants went to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base this time. Qin Grey and some mutants with special abilities upstairs stayed here to guard the base.

"It's not necessary." Qin said coldly.

She could feel the power of the phoenix in her body ready to move, this was the change caused by Lin Chen's ability.

"Save your energy, I'm afraid I'll accidentally kill you."

After saying a word, no matter how much Lin Chen spoke, Qin pretended not to hear it.

She understands that Lin Chen's ability is too weak compared to her own telekinetic drive, and she has no way to control herself, but he can be used as an inducement to stimulate the awakening of the phoenix power in her body to a very small extent.

If it was back then, she would definitely forgive Lin Chen, but now, she is no longer what she used to be, and she has enough willpower to control and restrain the power of the phoenix.

"So confident?" Lin Chen smiled, what he wanted was Qin's idea.

He is now ready for everything except for Magneto to come back with the Rubik's Cube.

At this moment, on the system interface in front of Lin Chen, it reads [Fire dragon, inventory * 3 heads, landing location: the user's current location].

If Phoenix Force is so easily suppressed by the current Qin, it is not Phoenix Force.

Coupled with the influence of the power of the phoenix, Lin Chen is very confident that as long as he uses the power of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube to exile a group of strong members of SHIELD into space, he will own the human resources of this acre of earth.

Afterwards, when the group of old men like Magneto and Professor X are used up and exiled to the universe, the next thing will be very simple. He looked at the list of girls' names on the plan and thought silently.

At the same time, in an extremely densely populated town in Kolkata, India, a black-haired girl with unsteady steps was crossing the dirty and primitive road, her footsteps looked anxious.

With an expression on the verge of tears, the girl ran across the crowded market, turned into a room in a slum, and went straight up to the second floor.

All the equipment in the house is outdated, and dark green moss even grows on the walls, which can be called a paradise for pathogens.

As soon as the girl poked her head out from the stairs on the second floor, the man in the corner of the room changed his face and shouted at her, "Don't come in, get out!"

"Get out, kid, there's a virus here!"

The middle-aged woman wearing a light green sari had a hint of disbelief on her expression. She had clearly hung a no-entry sign on the wall outside the door.

The girl in front of her didn't seem to be ten years old. If such a young child was infected with the virus, she would have committed a serious crime.

If that was the case, the god she believed in would not forgive her.

Walking quickly to the stairs on the second floor, the woman walked up to the child to stop her, ready to throw her out.

"Are you a doctor?!"

The girl was struggling at the stairs, still clutching something in her hand, "My father is not recovering, he has been having a fever and coughing non-stop."

"I can't even open my eyes now."

On the side of the room on the second floor, a middle-aged white man in a brown suit glanced back, wiped his hands on the sink, and walked forward slowly, talking to the girl with a comforting tone:

"Speak slowly, don't worry." The man squatted down kindly, keeping the little girl at the same height as his gaze.

"My father" seemed to be unable to explain clearly, and the girl looked anxiously at several dying men lying on the ground in the corner of the room.

"Like them?" The man pointed to several patients in the room and frowned.

Stretching out the banknotes in her hand, the girl nodded, and looked at the man almost beggingly: "Please, save my father."

Shaking his head, he stepped forward and pushed back the little girl's money. Banner stood up and smiled: "I will try my best to save everyone."

After briefly sorting out what he needed for the trip, Bruce Banner walked out of the house with the little girl with his bag on his shoulders, walked all the way through the entire market, and came to a remote wooden house.

As a country that has been a colony for many years, the gap between rich and poor in India is obvious. Even in a modern society like today, in a big city like Kolkata, there are still countless extreme poverty that cannot be solved even with basic food and clothing. of the poor.

The whole area is filthy, densely populated, and the minimal modern scale of the complex makes it a perfect place to hide your identity.

Bruce Banner has been hiding in India since escaping from General Ross.

For him, although it is poor here, the unique foreign culture can make him forget the past for a short time.

It is an excellent place to treat some kind of psychological trauma and exercise psychological endurance.

Crossing the road, Banner quickened his pace and followed the little girl into the cabin.

Going straight through the living room, the girl entered the bedroom under Banner's gaze. Just when he thought the girl's father was lying in the bedroom inside, the child jumped out of the bedroom window and left himself in the room .

"Ah"

Holding on to a pillar of the wooden house, Banner showed a speechless expression on his face, and then smiled ironically, as if saying to others, "I should collect the money first."

"You know, for a person who needs to escape from stress, you have chosen a good place."

A woman's voice sounded from the corner of the room. Natasha, wearing a long black dress and light veil, came out from the room on the other side.

Banner raised his eyebrows, suppressed his unhappiness, put the bag in his hand on the ground, and looked back at Natasha with a teasing expression on his face: "You think I'm just here to relieve the pressure?"

"Why not?"

Banner smiled, rubbed his hands and began to look around the house. He glanced at Natasha out of the corner of his eye, "It's very clever of you to lead me to a remote suburb."

He looked out of the wooden house through the window on the wall, "I guess this place is already surrounded?"

"Are you from Ross?"

Shaking her head, Natasha stepped forward and said, "Doctor, there are only you and me here."

Banner narrowed his eyes and looked at her, pointed to the window of the bedroom where the little girl ran out before, and said in a mocking tone, "Then what about the little girl just now?"

"She's also an agent, she entered the industry early enough."

With a calm expression, Natasha shrugged, "I also entered the industry at this age, there is no way, life is always so difficult."

After cutting his hair, Banner looked directly at Natasha, "You didn't answer my question, are you from Ross? Or from the United Nations?"

"You came to kill me?

Honestly, the man who could kill me hasn't been born yet. "

Hearing this, Natasha finally showed a kind smile on her face, "Doctor, of course I am not here to kill you. I am an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha Romanov."

"I came here to ask for your help.

Also, doctor, your news is a little behind, the Hulk is not the only existence that can threaten global security. "