The Beauty of Light on Earth

"...The Quinjet hadn't slowed down yet. Mr. Consultant asked me to open the hatch and jump in desperately...

...The consultant was so excited when he saw me when he returned to the cabin. He muttered a very profound language over and over again. Although he couldn't understand it, he felt very powerful...The young British girl who boarded the plane next said: I responded with a shy smile... But when it came to the self-cultivation of SHIELD agents, I firmly maintained the professionalism that I should have. Well... What I thought at the time was that maybe after this mission was over, I could buy her a drink... "

——Excerpted from "I Walked with the Light: Memoirs of an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Volume Three"

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SHIELD pilot number d1412, whose real name is Yasori Kuroba, is a third-generation Japanese-American who once served in the No. 30 Sixth Wing of Anderson Air Force Base. As an excellent Quinjet fighter pilot of SHIELD, Yassen has already After flying missions for nearly a thousand hours, Yasen was asked to perform a special mission yesterday, transporting a SHIELD consultant to the UK. The person who assigned the mission was Level [-] agent Phil Coulson. In communications, Coulson The agent repeatedly emphasized that the consultant was responsible for the specific execution of the mission, and he had to obey his instructions.please()

Although he is not a special operations team or a field agent, Yassen still holds himself to high standards and actively cooperates with consultants, whether it is dangerous low-altitude dives or illegal sneaking into London. In Yassen's view, "very covert operations"—— Colson said, this must be another major event related to the safety of the people. Being able to participate in it, the lofty sense of mission and the spiritual comfort of silent dedication inspired Yasen's passion and blood.

"Mr. Advisor, we have arrived near the target location."

"Open the cabin door...and return home." Lucian, who was already ready for departure, picked up Laura and jumped out of the plane.

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The Siberian snowfields have not yet entered winter, and the wind is already biting. Lucian and Laura, wearing cold hats, thermal underwear, fleece pants, and snow coats, walked along the way, looking at the compass from time to time to adjust their position.

Lucian, who was superstitious about the script and almost made a big mistake, strongly requested to accompany Laura to Siberia to search for the lost ancient city. However, Lucian had to agree despite Lucian's insistence.

After walking for an unknown amount of time in the wind and snow, I stood in front of a cliff. This was already the peak that the polar expedition team could reach. Beyond that was the restricted area of ​​life. Looking at the Paramount Mountain in the distance, I visually judged how many kilometers there were at least. The journey, the criss-crossing ravines under the cliffs, the thick snow...

Laura held the hiking pole in front of her, "The Lost City is somewhere there." Laura put her hands on her hips and stared forward with great enthusiasm and said, "I will not look back."

Lucian, who was following behind him with an adventure bag on his back, came forward. According to Laura, the organization that dispatched killers was called Holy Trinity. In order to prevent another accident, Lucian had to use that damn Quinjet to fly under Laura. Flying straight to Siberia under the guidance of others, how could such hastily configured equipment withstand the subsequent adventure?

"The outing time is over." He also slammed the hiking pole on the ground.

Lucian reached out directly and hugged Laura's waist from behind, using the levitation technique, the holy light turned into wings and flew forward...

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Instead of flying directly to the top of the mountain, an ancient abandoned camp on the mountainside of the snow-capped mountains attracted Laura's attention. She landed in the camp and looked at the ancient utensils and Mongolian scrolls scattered on the ground that were well preserved by the ice and snow. Laura was shocked loudly. Phew, start researching on your own...

Lucien on the side could only smile silently and set about setting up a tent to prepare a camp for the night...

...

He directly reassembled the purchased nylon silk into a huge tent covering an area of ​​ten square meters. The thick soup that was cooked emitted bursts of aroma. In the tent, which was as warm as spring, Laura, who put down her Mongolian scroll, tasted Lucien's attentive offerings. of soup.

"Oh~ Lucien...it tastes good." Although this was not the first time she had tasted Lucien's craftsmanship, Laura was still attracted by the taste of this bowl of soup, "What a big piece of meat..."

Laura, who was eating with gusto, suddenly thought of something, "Lucian! We are on a polar expedition. Why did you buy such fresh meat? Where did the compressed dry food I asked you to buy go!"

"It's hard and unpalatable. If you eat too much, you'll get bloated easily. Why did you buy that?" Lucian, who had already been prepared for it, took another spoonful of broth and added it to Laura's bowl. "Try it quickly. The secret turtle soup was made back in the day." I killed a sea turtle all afternoon by the river."

"Don't worry about the portion. I cooked everything today, so you're full!" Seeing that Laura didn't move the spoon, Lucian patted his chest proudly.

"You cooked it all!" After resisting the urge to hit Lucian with a bowl, Laura suddenly became furious. In order to rush for time, she asked Lucian to purchase logistical items while staying in London... When she thought of this, Laura put down the bowl and stood up quickly. Looking at the adventure bag Lucien carried, except for the two sleeping bags, there were only a lot of tarpaulins made of nylon silk, many of which looked like they were cut artificially. Not to mention safety ropes, there were not even medicines or flints.

Somewhat silently, she packed her adventure bag, but Laura, who was worried, looked at the innocent-looking Lucian: "Lucian, the mysterious and powerful Raspuyan who controlled an empire died in a conspiracy... I read a lot material…"

Keenly aware of the change in Laura's mood, Lucian walked over, raised his right hand, put his index finger and finger together and lightly tapped Laura's forehead, "You fool~ you actually pitted me against a charlatan..." Suddenly there was a burst of noise outside the tent. The roar of "Ouch" interrupted the upcoming conversation.

When he heard the roar, Lucien was not sad but happy and said to Laura with a smile: "Look, tomorrow's fresh ingredients are here~ Stay here~" After saying that, he walked out of the tent directly without wearing cold-proof clothes.

The moment Lucien left, Laura reacted. Just as she pulled up the curtain, she was repelled by the biting cold wind of the Siberian night. She put on her equipment as quickly as possible, and Laura also plunged into the wind and snow.

"Lucian! Lucian! Lu..." On a windy and snowy night, Laura shouted loudly. Before she could get anxious, stars lit up in front of her, and Lucian's voice came from the front at the same time.

Moving forward quickly, following the direction of the starlight, Lucian was floating in the air next to a woodland bush, still waiting for Laura's arrival with that cynical expression.

Lucian cast a levitation spell on Laura, pointed into the bushes and said with a smile, "Look what I caught."

He floated into the bushes with Laura in his arms, and saw a furry Siberian bear at least twelve feet tall in a snowy clearing. Lucian had chained it tightly with the Holy Light, lying on the snow unable to move.

The Siberian bear's drooping look made Laura exclaim, "Oh my god, what's going on Lucien!"

Looking at Laura's surprised expression, Lucian said proudly, "Laura, I sacrificed a big bowl of turtle soup. Have you ever heard of fishing *enforcement* laws?"

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