Time and Space Office of American Comics

Chapter 444 Dirty Hands

"The weather is clear and sunny, a good day for going out!"

Wearing a floral shirt, beach shorts, and flip-flops, Mars lifted a backpack and walked downstairs happily.

It has been a long time since he came to this world, but he has never traveled so well.

This time, as soon as I went out, I was in another world, and I was really looking forward to it.

With a smile, Mars raised his hand and called out Yan Modao.

Now he uses long-distance space movement, even opens the space door, and uses some space power, he does not need to call out Yan Modao, but to go to another world, he still has to call out Yan Modao.

But just when he summoned Yan Modao, his cell phone rang.

"Ok?"

Mars froze.

Call at this time?It must be a bad thing!
Mars had a strong premonition.

Picking up the phone and looking at it, Mars raised his eyebrows.

Victoria Hand?

Having trouble?
Confused, Mars answered the phone.

"Mars! We're in trouble!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Victoria Hand's anxious voice rang out.

With that said, Victoria Hand quickly explained the situation and sent the current location to Mars.

Things were indeed as Mars thought when Victoria Hand left, and the trouble came from the strangers who had been appearing recently.

To be precise, the trouble comes from the first Inhumans on Earth, the Hive.

The hive is the first alien created by the Cree tribe, with the purpose of ruling other aliens and becoming a soldier of the Cree tribe.

But then an accident happened, the Cree family gave up the plan to use alien soldiers, and the hive was exiled to other planets.

The original Hydra was created to welcome the hive back to the earth, but it was later divided into several branches with different purposes.

The trouble in Victoria Hand's mouth is related to the hive.

The hive was welcomed back, intending to transform all the people in the world into the first aliens who obeyed his orders.

The aliens of the first generation obeyed orders and had low intelligence, but they were physically strong. They were more like humanoid monsters than human beings.

In order to achieve the goal, the hive controls a doctor and creates a virus, which is contained in the warhead of a missile.

As long as the warhead of the missile is sent to a certain height, and then detonated, the virus will spread, and the person who has absorbed the virus will be transformed into a first-generation alien.

Now, the hive is using the Zephyr fighter planes of Coulson's team to continue to climb upwards, but Victoria Hand and the others are entangled by the aliens under the hive, and they can't take action at all.

After Victoria Hand told Mars about the matter in a few words, Mars hung up the phone.

"It's really troublesome..."

Mars curled his lips, and with a flash of his body, he carried his backpack and flip-flops and disappeared.

The next moment, Mars appeared on Coulson's Zephyr.

The Zephyr, the main means of transportation of Coulson's team, although it can't compare with the aerospace carrier of SHIELD, it is enough for a team with only a few people.

It has complete facilities, including restaurants, prisons, activity rooms and other living areas, and even a large-scale laboratory and training room. It can be described as a very luxurious means of transportation.Coulson called the air luxury bus.

"Ok?"

Looking around at the somewhat dim environment, Mars raised his eyebrows.

Where is he on the Zephyr?
While he was wondering, he heard the sound of fighting.

One step away, it has disappeared in place.

And a few seconds ago, when Mars appeared on the Zephyr...

"what!"

A woman with long hair and a man with short hair screamed, avoiding the pursuit of the two first-generation aliens behind them.

Simmons and Fitz, the golden partner and lover of Coulson's team, two talented scientists, provide strong technical support for Coulson's team, and many of the equipment are from their hands.

But now, as support staff, they have to face the ferocious first-generation aliens who are enough to tear them apart.

"No! Simmons!"

As the hand of the first-generation alien was about to grab his lover, Fitz screamed and pulled Simmons behind him without hesitation, using his somewhat weak body to block the two first-generation aliens.

Simmons bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of horror.

Right here, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Floral shirt, beach pants, flip-flops, and even a black backpack in his hand, throwing it on his back, like a tourist on a beach trip...

Then, under the grateful and surprised eyes of the two, when the two first-generation aliens were about to pounce on the man, the man raised his foot and put his foot on the faces of the two first-generation aliens...

"Clap!"

Like two crisp slaps, the soles of the flip flops were clearly printed on the faces of the two first-generation aliens...

"Boom, boom!"

With two bangs, the first-generation alien flew out and hit the wall behind him, leaving two dents.

The head was deformed, and yellow-white liquid burst out of the head.

Simmons and Fitz were stunned.

Who is this?
Mars turned around, smiled at the two, and said, "I'm Hand's friend."

After saying that, Simmons and Fitz looked at each other and called out, "Mage?"

Mars touched the back of his head and smiled: "Haha! That's what they call me! But to be honest, I don't like it!"

Fitz nodded, and said, "Yeah, I don't like it either, I think it's better to call it the Bloody Reaper..."

Simmons patted his forehead and said: "Now is not the time to chat, a large number of people may become that kind of monster at any time!"

Shrugging, Mars said, "That's right."

He stretched out his hand and pressed the two of them, and the three of them appeared in front of Coulson and Mei in a dazed state.

At this time, Coulson and Mei were resisting the attack of several first-generation aliens, looking a little embarrassed, but the moment they saw Mars, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Mars moved his footsteps, as if he was strolling in a garden, and a first-generation alien kicked them, turning them into corpses.

"Why don't you use your hands or a knife? That's the coolest thing!"

Fitz muttered softly, but he didn't expect to get a response from Mars.

"Ha! I just washed my hands! I don't want to get my hands dirty!" Mars said with a 'honest' smile, "You don't need to get these garbage-like things!"

The faces of the four of Coulson trembled slightly.

Rubbish!

Rubbish?

In the eyes of this man, these are just garbage that doesn't need to be touched?

It's these rubbish that are about to wipe them out!
(End of this chapter)