marvel angel

In the small round table conference room, everyone seemed a little hesitant when they sat down. They were obviously shocked by the fierce aura that Hill showed just now.Especially Fitz and Simmons, as soon as they entered the room, they went straight to the innermost seats, far away from their deputy director.Angela had no choice but to secretly send a message to Lorna through telepathy, and sat with her on both sides of Hill.

"Maria," Angela took the lead to ease the tense atmosphere. She squinted her eyes and praised Hill, "You are still as radiant as usual today. If I guess correctly, yesterday's investigation did not find anything bad. News, huh?”

"Similarly," Hill handed a folder to Angela and replied, "there is no good news. There is no one there. We can only infer from the extremely weak signal of the detector that there were indeed mutants living there. Pass."

Angela opened the folder and flipped through the photos inside: It turned out that Fang had survived three years of torture in such a dark and damp basement.The darkness, pain, and imprisonment suffered by the body and mind have always been the three best friends of depression. "Clarice's soul must be very powerful," Angela sighed in her heart, "What I did was just guide the direction for her confused soul."

"Moreover," Hill stretched out his finger again to point out the details in the photo for Angela, "Judging from traces such as dust and cobwebs, the people who lived there have been gone for a while. Your information may be correct, Hellfire The club left New York a month ago."

"Oh" Angela looked at Hill's bright blue autumn eyes in the sun with fascination and asked, leaning on the table, "Are you sure they didn't plan this attack?"

"" Xier'e frowned slightly and glared at Angela gently.Angela understood immediately and put away her frivolous behavior obediently, causing Lorna to cover her mouth and snicker.

"Actually," Hill pushed the document to the center of the table and showed the photo to everyone, "we still can't determine whether the Hellfire Club is related to this incident. There is too much information that is contradictory."

"What about" Lorna asked.

"For example," Hill replied, "except for Schilling and several other veteran prison guards who have served longer than Warden Gunton, all the other prison guards who joined the post after Gunton participated in the attack. This detention center has simply become It must take a long time to develop and operate their base. If the club has controlled so many ordinary people as loyal fans, their foothold in New York does not have to be so shabby."

"Speaking of Gunton," Angela recalled the key information she had rescued and asked expectantly, "Maria, what's in that laptop of his?"

"Thank you for your efforts." Hill put his hand on Angela's soft shoulder, his tone full of comfort, "But your actions are still a little slow. Most of the information inside has been erased, leaving only one copy. Plan. We still don’t know who he was in contact with or what organization he was taking orders from.”

"Plan" Angela asked slightly disappointed, "Is it the plan for this attack?"

"Yes," Hill gently stroked Angela's back a few more times, and then said to everyone, "Clarice is not included in their plan at all, and the target is directly aimed at Kristen Everhart."

"Hey" Darkholm couldn't help but sit up straight and listen carefully when he heard this.

"Those bizarre incidents," Hill also explained to Darkholm seriously, "the floods, fires, and explosions were all arranged in advance. The purpose was to take advantage of the chaos to knock you and Agent Prepan out, and then lock you up." Go to the elevator and use the chimney effect to let you suffocate to death from the thick smoke in the elevator. In this way, others will think that when Prepan took you to escape through the elevator, the circuit happened to be burned out. You are trapped in it. , died unfortunately, thus perfectly fabricating an accident.”

"It's really strange." Duckholm tapped his chin and said while thinking, "Although little Christine is very principled, she is not a fool who can't deal with things tactfully. The words used in her articles are never strong enough to offend someone. some forces"

"What about you, Ms. Darkholm?" Hill narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "During your years of seclusion, has anyone discovered your true identity?"

"What do you mean?" There was a little displeasure in Darkholm's voice, "Are you doubting my latent ability? Huh, for so many years, the X-Men, no, the Brotherhood have not discovered me, let alone A thinner Hellfire Club"

"Are you sure?" Hill asked. "As far as we know, Emma Frost's telepathic ability is not much inferior to Professor X. Maybe she or her five daughters sensed you secretly."

"Charles taught me something about telepathy," Darkholm glanced at Angela, and then replied sternly to Hill, "I know a lot about it. If someone sneaks into my mind, I will notice it." Yes, never an exception”

"So," Hill asked again, "can you guarantee that the club did not later recruit young mutants who could sense their fellow humans through other means, just like this Mr. Proudstar?"

"" Darkholm was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, I really can't guarantee that I taught young mutants with all kinds of strange abilities in X Academy. Their tricks are more diverse than the Devil Fruits in the comics. We Among them, it is possible for compatriots with any abilities to appear."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Hill knew that she was not here to debate with Darkholm, so she brought up another topic that interested her, "Madam, I have never doubted your personal ability, but the club They have been hiding in the dark, and we can't be sure of their current strength. But I can tell that you were very sure that the Brotherhood of Mutants never noticed your resurrection. So you have been hiding in the dark, observing them? "

"What a smart woman. I don't know if I should trust you so much." Darkholm looked at Hill, then at Angela, and finally answered calmly, "Yes, of course I pay attention to the Brotherhood. But, I only know their general movements. Until the new millennium came, they left the country for unknown reasons."

"Oh" Hill knew that it was Angela that Darkholm actually trusted, so the questioning was no longer so forced, "Madam, do you know where they went?"

"China," Duckholm exhaled, "they went to China."

Hearing this answer, everyone stared in surprise.Among them, Angela is the most special.Hill, on the other hand, is the calmest one in comparison.

"China." Hill leaned back and leaned on the back of his chair. "This makes sense. I went to Arlington not long ago and saw that the Pentagon was racking its brains to analyze what happened in the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. What was that phoenix made of? It didn't look like a hologram or a firework. They thought the Chinese were showing off some secret weapon. Now I know, it's actually the special ability of mutants. Presumably the Brotherhood is in China and has a pretty good relationship with the government.”

"Actually," Fitz suddenly interrupted and analyzed, "I have also studied the Phoenix, and it can be done with the existing scientific theories. The difficulty lies in how to use electromagnetic fields to control multiple plasmas, but supplemented by strong lasers if"

Fitz talked nonstop at first, but as he spoke, he found that no one else here seemed to be really listening to his science information, and were just pretending to be polite.Hill lowered his head and picked up his cell phone.Fitz's voice became lower and lower, and finally he had to end with a weak "That's about it" and closed his mouth knowingly.

"Look," Hill gestured to the two girls next to her to look at her mobile phone screen, "here are your tickets to fly to China. I still owe you a honeymoon trip, I will always remember it."

"Wow" Lorna was pleasantly surprised.She hugged Hill with one hand, grabbed the phone with the other, and read the information on it carefully. "Maria, I love you so much"

"Haha," Angela smiled a little cruelly, "Dear Agent Hill, did you buy this a long time ago, or did you make a temporary reservation after hearing new information?"

"What do you think?" Hill leaned on Lorna's shoulder, his sly eyes flicking back and forth on Angela's white face.

Angela said nothing.She used telepathy to send a sentence into Hill's heart:

"I understand, Maria. I will spend my whole life exploring your secret."

At the moment when Hill was stunned because he experienced the spiritual connection for the first time, Angela quickly straightened her body and pretended that nothing happened and said: "Oh, get up, Lorna is covered in bones, lie down You don’t mind her being too embarrassed, Maria, thank you for your gift, I also have a gift to give you.”

After saying that, Angela actually took out a small ring box from her pocket and handed it to Hill casually.Amid everyone's surprise and cheers, Hill's fingers actually trembled.She looked at Angela suspiciously and opened the box carefully: on a simple rose gold ring, a gorgeous polygonal diamond was bright and eye-catching. Its light radiated outward from the center. Under the changes in light and dark, it looked like It was a dancing white flame.

"Wow," Duckholm leaned over and sighed, "This must be a carat, maybe not just Angela, it's much more expensive than the one you gave to Lorna."

"Don't get me wrong," Angela said hesitantly, "First of all, when I bought the ring for Lorna, the store's funds were a bit tight. Now I have more money. Moreover, this one is not for Maria only uses it”

"Angela," Hill closed the lid and looked over with a solemn expression, "I understand what you mean. Your superpower can quickly heal injuries. For SHIELD agents who often risk their lives on missions, It couldn't be easier to use. You want to help us, but you know the consequences of this power being abused. So, you have to hand it over to me. It's up to me to decide how SHIELD will use the power inside. That's it. "

"Well, well" Angela nodded her head, "Leave it to you, I don't worry, I can only trust you."

Before she finished speaking, Lorna immediately wrapped her hands around Hill's waist.

"What are you doing?" Hill struggled subconsciously and turned around to ask.

"What else can I do?" Lorna replied playfully, "Of course I'm afraid that you won't be able to hold back your excitement and kiss Angela regardless of the occasion."

"You mean?" Hill rolled his eyes, "it can be done on other occasions."

"Yes, sometimes I can't fight her alone. How about we work together to bully her?"

"Lorna, that's enough for you." Angela hurriedly stopped the absurd conversation between the two, and waved her arms to the people who came to watch the show, "and you guys, please sit back."

Everyone followed her words and sat back on their chairs with snickers.In shame and anger, Angela forced herself to change the subject:

"Maria, Phil mentioned Hydra yesterday. Do you think it could be them?"

Hearing this, Hill opened Lorna's hand, sat upright and said:

"Angela, Hydra has been destroyed with the end of World War II and has become history. Regarding this, SHIELD and the World Security Council have nothing to hide from the public. For decades, there have indeed been They are civil organizations that are arrogant and domineering, but they are just making small fuss. At present, regarding this attack, our number one suspected target is still the Hellfire Club."

"Is that so?" Angela said no more.She now has no definite evidence related to Hydra, so she doesn't dare to say anything. "So, what will SHIELD do next?"

"Of course we are detecting mutant signals in New York City and across the country," Hill replied. "I hope that with your help, we can make the mutant detector's sensing range wider."

"Ha," Darkholm suddenly chuckled, "As far as I know, this is a bit difficult. Trask's research is based on a large number of inhumane human experiments." At this point, Darkholm took a deep breath. He took a breath, as if to suppress the rage in his heart, and then continued, "But you won't do this. So, let's leave the search for mutants to our Thunderbirds."

"Hey" Angela looked at Proudstar and asked, "John, what do you mean you are leaving New York?"

"Yes." Prodestar smiled at Angela, nodded and replied, "I still have a crisis of confidence in this country and cannot stay here to work closely with SHIELD. Didn't you suggest that I try to picture it in my mind before? Is there a beautiful side of the motherland? But when I did this, I discovered that I have been fighting for this country for many years, but I have never been able to take a good look at it. So, I decided to take this opportunity to travel around the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Perhaps, through this experience, I will discover where my true love for this land comes from.”

"Bless you, John." Angela nodded solemnly, "But, Clarisse called me last night and said that because Ms. Schilling was recruited by SHIELD, she would follow Agent Prepan as Agent Hand's subordinate. So she also wants to stay in SHIELD."

"Haha" Fang smiled and ran into Prodesta's arms, "Angela, what do you think we will be separated from? Have you forgotten my ability? Even if John travels to the ends of the world and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, we can get together at any time."

"But, your portal," Angela's tone was full of confusion, "can't it only connect to places you have been to and within your field of vision?"

"Oops" Fang knocked on his forehead, "Last night was the first time I drank. I was probably too drunk and forgot to tell you. Yesterday when I was investigating, I accidentally discovered that I can now directly open a portal around John, no matter what. Where is he? Maybe it’s because when you healed me through telepathy, John’s and I’s souls resonated. I don’t know what happened specifically, and I don’t know if I can connect to other people anytime and anywhere in the future.”

"Maybe," Fitz couldn't help but analyze, "this is some kind of quantum entanglement. Clarisse, can you describe to me the space energy field in your eyes in detail?"

"Hmm" Fang thought for a while and replied, "It is indeed difficult to describe in words that they are attached to everything, but are not bound by everything. They can radiate outwards and radiate the space energy field coming from elsewhere. It will have some kind of interaction with the energy field on the object. I can't say what the specific effect of this interaction is. It may even be just my illusion. I feel that the object will change in length and size due to the energy field."

"You mean you can see gravitational waves?" Fitz's eyes widened in his deep sockets, showing shock in his excitement, "How is this possible? That is a theory that has not yet been verified, and its propagation speed in the theory is What do you mean by the speed of light? No, the propagation speed of electricity is also the speed of light, but the speed of electrons is extremely slow. Clarice, can we discuss it in more detail?"

"Of course" Fang stood up and followed Fitz to a nearby small table, "I'll ask you for more advice in school from now on, Leo."

After her boyfriend left the table, Simmons also stood up and walked towards Darkholm:

"Hello, madam. Nice to meet you. I am Jemma Simmons from the Department of Science and Technology, majoring in biochemistry."

"Gemma" Hill interrupted Simmons across the table, "The director has told us that no one is allowed to study Ms. Darkholm's abilities. I hope you can spend your energy on improving mutant detectors in the near future. You Understand"

"Oh my," Darkholm hugged the trembling Simmons to his side and said dissatisfied with Hill, "This child is so cute, why are you scolding her like this? I don't know what Angela and Lorna see in you. After saying that, Duckholm held up Simmons' face again and said, "Little Gemma, please let me take a good look at my sister's favorite scientist who studies biology."

"Sister" Angela sneered, "Haha"

"Haha" Darkholm glanced at Angela contemptuously, as if he didn't care about her provocation at all, and had already thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

Everyone chatted for a long time, and after lunch, they said goodbye to Hill one by one.Proudstar heads to Harlem Paradise, Fang follows Fitz and Simmons to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, and Darkholm follows Angela and Lorna.

"You" Angela suddenly felt an ominous feeling, "what do you mean?"

"I'll follow you home," Darkholm replied with a smile.

"Go home," Lorna tilted her neck and asked, "Don't you live with Reporter Everhart? Are we on the way?"

"Well" Duckholm suddenly showed extremely sad sadness with his skillful acting skills, "Little Christine is a self-reliant and independent woman, but she is really not young anymore. She has had enough fun among thousands of flowers. It’s time to find a marriage worthy of a lifetime. If I continue to live in her house, won’t I be holding her back?”

"You are" Lorna blinked her big eyes, "you want to live with us"

"Yes, wuwu," Darkholm kept sobbing, with a tear actually left in the corner of his eye, "As a lonely old man, I can only ask you nieces to take me in, wuwuwu."

"Niece" Angela asked, "how did we become your nieces?"

"Because I am the sister of your elders," Duckholm said. "Little Angela, it was me and Qin who brought you out of the swaddled baby at the Akali Lake base, and you, little Lorna. , you don’t know how close my relationship with your father was.”

"Stop, stop" Lorna quickly stopped Darkholm, "I don't want to know those details, okay Aunt Raven, even if you want to stay at our house, we only have two beds."

"Wouldn't that be better?" Darkholm suddenly smiled like a flower again, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were as cheap as the dew on the petals, "This way you can legitimately sleep with Angela every day in the future."

"Oh no," the corners of Lorna's mouth raised involuntarily, but she immediately calmed down, "This is not a good enough reason. Angela and I don't need guests to stay overnight in order to sleep together."

"Oh," Darkholm said with another evil smile, "Then what if I provide more information about you?"

After saying that, several ripples like scales suddenly appeared on Darkholm's body. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a tall, middle-aged man with a handsome face.

Lorna covered her mouth and took a deep breath, then never breathed it out again.That figure was once deeply hated by her, and then forgiven by her with relief. It has long been deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Hello, my little princess." The man grinned, showing countless teeth, "Don't you want to know more interesting stories, such as your speedster brother and witch sister?"