[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Clark stood where he was, thinking of the end, and let Cyril be taken away.

He believed in him.

Seeing Cyril disappear behind the cover of the building, Clark withdrew his gaze and stopped following.

The little reporter re-buttoned his white shirt and suit, and hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do.

After half a minute, the ice surface maintained by Cyril's magical energy began to melt, and the thick ice layer melted into clear water, making the sound of sparse and soft running water.

Clark looked down, and with sharp eyes, he noticed that something seemed to be lying on the ground, wrapped in dark blue ice.He walked over, squatted down, followed the edge of the foreign object with his thermal vision, and melted away the soft ice around it.

It was a magic scroll.

There is no doubt that this thing is left by Cyril.

Clark picked it up, shook the water stains on it, opened the seal, and spread out the scroll with incomprehensible words printed on the surface.

Inside the parchment is Cyril's beautiful English font.In Cyril's world, the common language used by humans in the west is English, and the profound elves are very familiar with this language.

"Please help me find the Avengers, inform Nick Fury of the attack, and warn them that S.H.I.E.L.D. and high-level government officials may have been infiltrated by the Lost Legion. Please be careful."

Cyril didn't expect to run into Clark when he was taken away, but the place where the incident happened was right in front of his house. If Clark found himself missing, he would check the house and downstairs for traces of the battle anyway.

Therefore, when he decided to leave with his captors, Cyril found a blank scroll from his backpack, wrote words on it with magic potion, and took advantage of the chaos at the scene to send It is hidden in the icy ground made by itself.

Clark didn't delay for a moment, and immediately flew to the Avengers Building in New York with the scroll left by Cyril.

At the same time, Cyril was also stuffed into the AIM vehicle hidden in the water and brought back to their secret base.

"Boss," just as Cyril closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, a timid voice suddenly sounded in the aircraft, "Why do we have to come and catch him?"

Murdoch laughed twice: "Why do you ask so many questions? I think you look like an undercover agent sent by S.H.I.E.L.D."

The lower-level AIM member wearing a helmet that could not see his face choked for a few seconds, and then said angrily: "I am just thinking about the organization! This person has nothing to do with us. He is still a magician. It is only a matter of taking him back. What's the use of being in trouble?"

Murdoch raised his slender and short arms and slapped him on the head: "Tom, think about it with your stupid donkey head, what important things have I been doing recently?"

The little miscellaneous soldier named Tom thought for half a minute with a sad face, and then suddenly realized: "You mean Hydra?"

Murdoch waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, don't talk about it, you're the smart one, aren't you?"

Tom touched his head: "Hey, I came back with you alone in this operation, I still think I'm pretty smart... By the way, what about those who were left behind? If they don't care, they may Captured by the police."

Murdoch propped his chin on his thin wrist, looked through the window, and said indifferently: "Who made them so useless... I have melted their brain nerves before leaving, even if they are driven by S.H.I.E.L.D. People or some police will take you away, and you won’t be able to find out any AIM secrets, so don’t worry.”

Cyril, who was lying on the ground as if dead, sneered in her heart.

Unexpectedly, this funny-looking big head is still a ruthless character.

AIM is a terrorist organization that relies on technology to survive. The speed of the aircraft is extremely fast. In less than half an hour, Cyril has been brought from the metropolis on the east coast of the United States to the vast desert in the west.

When Cyril was carried down, it was early winter in the northern hemisphere, and the intense ultraviolet sunlight pierced through the thin clouds and shone directly on his face, scorching brilliantly but icy cold.

He was laid flat on a cot, the ropes were undone and replaced with professional restraints for violent mental patients and heinous criminals, and there was no place on his body to move except for the fingers and soles of his feet.

The elf closed his eyes and couldn't see the surrounding situation, but he could perceive through the system panel that there were dozens of people standing in front, and they should have gone out to meet the murderous brain Murdoch.

The little soldier named Tom lifted one side of the stretcher bed, and someone lifted the other side, and in silence, sent Cyril from the outer tarmac to the inside of the heavily guarded base.

On the way, I don't know if it was Cyril's illusion, someone lightly touched his fingertips.

And now that he has entered the AIM organization, Cyril no longer has to pretend to be dead. His eyes rolled and he struggled a few times before slowly opening them.

A head wearing a yellow helmet looked down and shouted forward, "Boss, he's awake!"

Listening to the voice, this person is Tom who came back with Murdoch.

Cyril's neck was fixed, and he could barely scan the surrounding situation with the corner of his sight.

Only Tom, who was standing behind carrying the stretcher, could touch his hand in the situation just now.

Cyril stared at him for a few seconds with a pair of faint green eyes, and then pretended to have just recovered, and shouted at Murdoch: "What is the purpose of you arresting me here? !"

Murdoch floated over on his suspension seat, stretched out his hand, pinched Cyril's face as if he was picking an animal, then leaned down and opened his eyelids with his hands, and took a closer look at the irises.

"Usually I'm not interested in people like you," Murdoch grinned, "but it's different now, you can sell for a good price."

Cyril turned her head away, avoiding Murdoch's hands groping her face, and said indifferently, "Is this your lair? It doesn't look like you're short of money."

Indeed, the construction of AIM's headquarters is somewhat similar to that of S.H.I.E.L.D. From a glance, the building on the ground has only three floors, but the space on each floor is huge, filled with all kinds of things that Cyril doesn't know what to do. Useful instruments are displayed in large and small sizes, and the smooth metal texture is coldly illuminated by the cold light above the head.

Among them, there are scientific researchers in white coats and light blue masks, walking around in silence.

Murdoch seemed to be very disgusted with this mage who was very resistant to his spiritual power. He took out a tissue, wiped the fingers that had just touched Cyril's face, and said, "I don't lack Money, what I lack is that Hydra cuts off one head and grows an immortal body with nine heads... What do you know," he glared at Cyril, and then ordered: "Send him to 07 in Area B No. laboratory, waiting for the people from Hydra to come and accept it."

After Killer Brain left, Cyril, who was on a stretcher, was surrounded by three or four researchers. First, a tube of blood was drawn, and then all the dazzling medical examination equipment, such as electrocardiography and brain wave detectors, was attached to the body.

Tom, who had been monitoring Cyril, stood aside with his arms folded, listening to the chats of the researchers just like Cyril.

"Why did the leader use him to exchange Hydra's biochemical plan? I think it's more interesting for a magician to study it."

"It doesn't matter what you said again. If you take other people's salary, you can do things for them well, and don't ask questions."

"...You are quite loyal."

Seeing that the topic of the two people was going further and further away, Xi Ruier frowned and coughed twice, and drew the attention of several people present back to himself.

"I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable, can you give me some water?" The elf's lips were pale, and she blinked a pair of beautiful but slightly hollow eyes, but her voice was still gentle.

Tom nodded: "Okay, I'll get you water."

After half a minute, Tom walked towards Cyril with a paper cup, inserted a straw into the cup, and stuffed it into Cyril's mouth.

As soon as he entered, Cyril understood Tom's identity.

This glass of water has been added with life potions.

And in this world, the only outlet for all life potions is Cyril.

Tom was more friend than foe.

As for the identity of AIM's low-level field staff, it should be just a cover-up.

After drinking the water, the researchers backed away, and Cyril was sent to Laboratory 07 in Area B by Tom and other guards.

Xi Ruier thought about it, so she lay quietly on the stretcher without saying a word, but just looked ahead, her slightly pointed chin raised, with a haughty look.

"It stinks here." After a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Tom. "It smells like a polluted soul. Please stay away from me, you depraved souls."

Tom sneered, picked up the tape, and prepared to seal Cyril's mouth.

"Shut up, you, there is no product here to speak, look at your current desolation."

Cyril looked straight into Tom's eyes, and said softly, "I'm different from someone like you who only hides in the shadows and plots against others. I'm a mage with a noble soul. If I wasn't tied here, I would All of you are going to hell."

Although his tone was light, the accent fell on "shadow", "conspiracy" and "everyone".

Tom paused, then sealed Cyril's mouth mercilessly, rudely.