When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Mr. Wang, if one of us leaves this space and returns to the real world..."

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Coulson, but that's impossible. ."

Wang interrupted Colson's speculation and explained: "This is just a temporary space, and it only exists temporarily due to my power. If I leave, he will burst like a bubble without energy supply, and If I don’t leave, you can’t leave either.”

Looking at the number on the metal box that was about to return to zero, Coulson's face turned pale. He thought of many ways, but none of them worked.

"Mr. Wang, can you open the box without harming the body inside?"

After thinking for a long time, Coulson finally made up his mind to abandon the metal box that had activated the self-destruction device.

"I can give it a try, it shouldn't be a big problem."

After receiving a positive answer from Wang, Coulson's stern expression eased slightly.

In fact, the decision to give up the metal box was not that wise.

During the chase and escape, if it weren't for the protection of this metal box, the captain's body would have been broken into pieces and could be packed in plastic bags.

Coulson really didn't want to make this decision if he didn't have to.

He was less than a third of the way back to New York, and no one knew what he would encounter later. Without the protection and deterrence of the metal box, he would not even be qualified to "die together" in the end.

"I hope this Mr. Magician is as harmless as he said and can directly bring my and the captain's bodies back to SHIELD."

Coulson had a good impression of the Chinese mage, but as an agent, he never trusted his delivery more than 50.00%.

……

In the empty stronghold, agents wearing combat uniforms and holding firearms lay scattered in pieces, and the ground was covered with yellow bullets.

After returning from the temporary space, time began to pass normally, but with the king around, Coulson was not harmed.

On the contrary, the rebels all fell into a coma in a fleeting light blue halo.

The king did not kill them, nor did he make any arrests. His explanation for this was that Kamal Taj never interfered in worldly affairs.

Coulson understood and didn't do anything outrageous.

The attitude of the Chinese mage was already obvious. He, or the magicians of Kama Taj, were not willing to become thugs of any organization or political system.

The reason why he didn't kill those rebels was not because of the kindness of his heart, but because he didn't want to be tied up in SHIELD's chariot.

Coulson didn't care about this. The idealistic reclusive mages of Karma Taj left it to his own director to deal with the headache. He just wanted to bring the captain's body back to the United States intact.

Thinking of this, he not only raised his head and glanced at the mage in front of him who was pressing with one hand and drawing a circle in the air with the other hand, but there was already heavy cold sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that the current job was not easy.

"Is it too energy-consuming to maintain the illusion and remove the captain's body?"

Coulson, who did not dare to disturb him, secretly guessed that he knew that if the opponent's illusion hadn't lured away the pursuers surrounding him, the two of them would not be as relaxed as they are now.

In the past, he would have definitely been wary of the threat of mages and the powerlessness of ordinary people when facing illusions.

However, now he no longer had excess energy, and could only focus on the other party's movements nervously, looking at the timer on the metal box from time to time - there was not much time left.

Being glanced at with worried eyes from time to time did not affect Wang's performance, but this metal box, which was obviously a technological product, did cause him a lot of confusion.

After studying knowledge and using spells for many years, he hasn't felt that powerless and obscure for a long time.

It felt like I was back on that snowy day when I first learned magic. Women dressed in different clothes praised the Chinese delicacies over and over again, and watched him grit his teeth and try them with a smile.

"This brown-green rice ball is really delicious, very sweet, and the outer skin has a natural fragrance."

The crisp tone rang in his ears like a lark, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of Wang's mouth.

How long has it been?

The mage shook his head, he no longer remembered.

Time is such a wonderful thing. The lady who ate the rice dumplings without even knowing how to peel them has become the supreme mage who is powerful in other worlds.

And Wang himself, as he grew older, became her old friend from the younger generation she taught.

"This way others will mistakenly think that we are of the same age and make you appear younger!"

These were the original words of the Ancient One. The king could only say that the other party was indeed the defender of the earth that could give Dormammu a headache. Not to mention his magical attainments, his face was enough for those people to go to the library if they had nothing to do. Young people who want to find some taboo knowledge to improve their strength will spend their whole lives learning it.

In fact, Wang has no doubt that when time continues to pass and the newly recruited mage apprentices get older, Master Gu Yi will probably still be friends with them in order to make them look younger in the eyes of outsiders.

"Mr. Wang——"

The piercing shouts were like bells and drums in the early morning, which made Wang Cong suddenly wake up from his memories. Damn it, there was actually a hidden hand against the mage on the metal box. He accidentally killed it due to exhaustion and fatigue.

Wang Gu, who found something wrong, did not reflect on his lack of vigilance and quickly calmed down his consciousness that had fallen into chaos.

The circular hole that started to be blurry stabilized again as the golden halo appeared on Wang's fingertips. As a price for forcibly restoring the stability of his consciousness, the Chinese mage's eyes and nose were left with traces of blood.

"Who told me that this is a technological item, how can it interfere with consciousness, affect emotions, and create illusions?"

Wang, who swallowed back the fishy sweetness in his throat, cursed in his heart. It was not his fault that he had lost his bearing, but that the bastard who made this box was too wicked. Various methods and traps at the conscious level emerged one after another. There was no rules but enough. He punched to death the old master who was not vigilant enough.

……

"Ah-"

Yi sneezed hard in the villa, and Nick Fury's concerned inquiry came from the other end of the phone: "Are you okay, have you caught a cold?"

"Call Dr. Hannibal to come and take a look later. Don't be pushy."

"Stop being so nagging, Nick, I'm fine. Maybe some fan is talking about me!"

Such shameless words made Nick Fury on the other end of the phone silent for a long time. His chest was full of concern. Not only did he not want to say it out, but he also had the urge to curse.

"By the way, Nick, can't I really change my personal doctor? There is a personal doctor named 'Hannibal', and I have lost my appetite for steak."

Nick was silent, but Yi had no intention of letting him go.

Just when the other party mentioned it, he remembered the private doctor the other party hired for him, whose name sounded good at treating mental illnesses.

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