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Chapter 86 Higher Expectations
"Security verification passed, authorization level: highest."

The electronically locked door opened along the metal slide rails. When Michael walked into this special lounge, several super agents (and quasi-agents) of Tianjian were chatting and dealing with the wounds left by the battle just now.

Seeing him come in, Wanda waved at him first: "You know, if we keep doing this kind of work... I will need a raise."

She had taken off her red coat and was wearing a black shirt with the sleeve rolled up on her right hand and a white bandage from shoulder to knuckle.

The door closed behind Michael, then locked itself.The vibration gold armor system stopped, and the shell opened from the middle, and then closed automatically after Michael walked out of it.

The system of this lounge is completely independent, and only the four people present in the entire base know the identity of the commander.So only here he will disarm the armor.

Michael glanced at her arm: “Are you okay?”

"It can't be broken." Wanda twisted her shoulder joint a little unnaturally, "But it's definitely not very comfortable."

Behind her, Pietro raised his hand slowly: "Is there any subsidy for combat injuries? I think I must get the most." He is now lying on the black leather armrest of the sofa like a limp noodle , applying ice to his forehead.In the end, when he was knocked down by the alien Lincoln who could discharge electricity, he rushed too fast and failed to stop the car, and crashed into an iron box.

"Thank you very much for coming forward." Michael said lightly to several people, "Your shots were very timely, and saved the overall situation and prevented the situation from getting worse. If it weren't for you, the situation might be a hundred times worse now. So first I have to say thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, as long as there are subsidies and rewards." Pietro waved lazily while lying on the arm of the sofa, "And when you say thank you, it sounds like a stylized bureaucratic accent, if we don't know that you spend all day It was the tone of 'you all owe me money', and I thought you were not sincere."

"Because what I just published is indeed the official statement." Michael said dryly, "And in my personal opinion, the performance of the team is not satisfactory to me."

"What?" Pietro sat up, and the ice pack slid off his head.

Wanda also frowned: "Just now we blocked more than 50 superpowers with four people."

"Nearly blocked it," Michael emphasized, "and I settled them all by myself."

Not everyone can be a monster like you.Pietro grumbled in his stomach.

But I only dare to think about it in my heart.

"Of course, you have done a good job at this stage. I just said that in my vision, you should have greater potential and become a better team. But the thanks are also sincere," he said. After a pause, "This time it's on my own behalf."

"So," Gwen raised her hand, "does that mean I can join the field mission?"

Michael glanced at the Winter Soldier. "Sergeant Barnes has the final say on this part. You should ask his opinion."

"She's not ready." The Winter Soldier replied without thinking, without giving any face.

Gwen rolled his eyes at him unhappily, and still did not give up on his request: "But I did pretty well today, didn't I? I think I already know how to fight, and I can handle the task."

"But my expectation of you is not only to learn to fight." Michael's tone was slightly gentler, "I hope you can be competent for various types of tasks, adapt to various environments, and deal with various emergencies. I hope you can Do more and be better than Spider-Man."

"You mean like a super spy?"

"Like a super spy."

"Okay." The girl pouted unhappily.

"There is nothing else to report, you can go back to rest in a while." Michael said, "Don't worry about the next thing, go back and wait for the next task."

"But their leader is still at large, isn't he?" Wanda asked. "We don't need to catch him or something?"

"No need." Michael shook his head, "The hive has annoyed me, and I'd rather solve this problem myself."

After briefly greeting the team, Michael turned to retreat into his armor, but was stopped by Gwen again.

"Wait a moment!"

Michael paused slightly, and looked sideways at her.

The girl hesitated to speak for a while, she seemed a little embarrassed.

"That...the fireworks on my birthday last time," she whispered, "beautiful. Thank you."

Michael froze for a moment.

"Ah, speaking of the watch you sent me last time," Wanda also remembered something, and said with some embarrassment, "Although it looks a little naive and I am not ashamed to bring it out, but I am really happy and cherish it. I also left a message to express my gratitude last time, but you haven't responded to the message, so... um... I'd better say it in person. Thank you."

Michael's expression was a little unnatural.

".That's nothing."

He said, and quickly retreated into the armor.The system activated, and the armor snapped back shut once he was inside, looking like he didn't want anyone to see his expression.

"Go back to rest." He exited the room, the mechanical voice-changing processing covered up his voice and tone, "I will notify you later if necessary."

After the door closed again, Pietro stared at the door for a while, and finally raised his eyebrows.

"I said, am I the only one who didn't receive any gifts?"

After he finished speaking, he realized something immediately, and hurriedly turned to a cold metal-armed warrior beside him.

"Sorry no offense. I mean you don't look like you need anything either."

The Winter Soldier glanced at him blankly, stood up indifferently, walked out the door and left the room.

***
Honeycomb crossed her fingers in front of her face, resting her elbows on the dining table in the restaurant, sitting there motionless like an old monk in meditation, staring viciously at everyone in the restaurant with eyes so dark that they seemed to be dripping water.

Sitting at the same table were Daisy, Lincoln, Gordon, and Giera—Malick's alien who could teleport.

Oh, and Dr. Holden Radcliffe, the biologist they hijacked from some research institute.The poor old man tried so hard to keep himself out of sight of the hive as much as he could, almost chanting the incantation "Can't see me" in his heart.He prayed that these guys would accidentally forget about him when they went out later, so he could slip away.

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem likely to happen.

The hive has been in this posture for 10 minutes, and the food on the plate in front of it has not moved.His ten fingers were almost embedded in the flesh of the back of his hand, and his arms trembled slightly due to excessive force.Giera was sure that he had never seen the "God Lord" show any emotion until he met the black knight.And now he looked angry, irritable...even fearful.

Daisy put down the tableware and broke the silence: "This is not the way to go. We have lost almost everyone, the enemy is unexpectedly strong, and we are not their opponents"

"It's only temporary." The Hive interrupted coldly, "But it's not over yet, there are other ways. We need more people, more companions, as long as we have enough aliens, we can still defeat that guy."

He turned his head, and shot his vicious and cold eyes straight at Dr. Radcliffe who had been trying to disappear.

The doctor shuddered.

"This part is up to you, doctor." Hive said coldly, "The formula you concocted had better work as you said - turning ordinary humans into aliens."

"Of course. Of course it works. You don't even look at who I am. If I can't do it with my genius wisdom, then... then no one in this world can do it."

Damn it works.Dr. Radcliffe slandered to himself, but dared not reveal it.He was afraid that if he said no, the guy would suck him up without thinking, just like he had seen him do to other people before his own eyes.

Dr. Radcliffe clearly knew that the formula he fooled was absorbed into the respiratory system and would have no effect other than making people sneeze a few more times, but he still had to brag wildly to show his confidence, The so-called strong desire to survive is nothing more than that.

But when the missile is launched into the sky, what if the formula doesn't work?
Oh, God knows.We'll talk about that later.

The hive snorted in a low voice, then he waved his hands: "Go outside and wait for me."

Several people understand.They got up from the table and waited on the way out of the restaurant.

The hive stood up.He closed his eyes gently, and slowly raised his arms.His weird movements attracted the attention of all the other customers in the restaurant, and quite a few pointed at him.

None of them are yet aware of their impending fate.

Hive suddenly opened his eyes.A large swarm of parasites swarmed out from his fingertips, quickly forming a yellow storm.A large number of parasites engulfed the entire restaurant in an instant, and howling and crying continued.

(End of this chapter)