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

S.H.I.E.L.D. Trident Headquarters, Roosevelt Island, Washington.

Cyril sat in a comfortable chair with a cup of steaming black tea in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at the Washington Monument in the distance. The not-so-tall white buildings were hidden among the green trees. middle.

There were no handcuffs, no interrogation room, just a one-eyed bald man in a long black trench coat, looking at each other.

Compared with other respondents, the treatment is not bad.

But Nick Fury's tone disgusted Genie.

"According to your statement, it was Dr. Samson who secretly planned the Cube Prison escape. We have not yet conducted a rigorous internal investigation, so we cannot draw a definite conclusion," Nick Fury tapped his finger on the table, "But the fact is that Dr. Samson died in front of you, or when you were alone with him, and then you blame him for all the faults, which doesn't sound very convincing."

Cyril knew why Tony hated the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Another typical leader personality.

Cyril listened to Nick Fury's doubts with a smile, took a sip from the cup, and his tone remained unchanged: "I have said the real reason more than once in front of the Avengers and you. Samson was Corroded by the power of the undead of the Lost Legion, all the actions they make are not from the heart, but the product of being controlled by evil energy. But if you can let go of your inherent prejudices and learn a little about magic, you will know that what I said is true."

"It's not that I don't believe you," Nick Fury spread out his hands, "it was your performance in the Battle of New York that I didn't throw you into a mental hospital to treat paranoia, but S.H.I.E.L.D. Institutions, we value evidence."

Nick Fury also knows in his heart that he is not a likable character.

But the reality is, someone has to fill that role.

Cyril didn't speak, but just slowly drank a cup of hot tea.For a leader like Nick Fury, Cyril would never choose tit for tat, he has a lot of patience.

"Cyril?" In the end, Nick Fury couldn't bear his temper and called his name.

"Director, I know you don't trust me," Cyril stood up and walked to the transparent glass window, feeling the temperature of the sun on his skin, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, "But I have put I have shared everything. I would like to give you a small suggestion, even if you don’t believe me, prepare early, the horror of the Lost Legion cannot be described in words, and the future of the entire human civilization is already in jeopardy.”

Nick Fury still clung to it: "Tell me, and I will try to understand."

Cyril closed her eyes, and her tone was unusually heavy: "It is a kind of evil, the jealousy of the dead for the living, and the desire of the dead for the living. The power of the undead will pull the living human soul out of the body , transformed into undead, once the human world falls, the whole world will become the living dead, no one lives, and no one dies. Civilization loses vitality, races are completely extinct, and the immortal undead will join the lost army and continue to live in the universe Wandering."

Nick Fury frowned.

"I have something to do, please let me go?" Cyril suddenly opened his eyes, and the smile on his face became warmer than the evening sun, "The lost legion is coming sooner than I thought, I need to find allies."

Nick Fury looked at the elves, still determined: "You can't go until the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau completes the investigation of Samson and the Cube Prison escape."

Cyril shook her head lightly: "Arrogant human being, I was willing to be brought here by the plane of SHIELD because Tony told me that SHIELD is the largest security agency in the world, and my obligation is to inform you that you are lost. The Legion is coming. If I want to go, you cannot keep me."

As soon as the words fell, a door appeared out of nowhere in front of Cyril, inside the door was a strange purple-gold light, and he raised his leg to step in.

Before Nick Fury even had time to stop, Cyril, together with the door, had disappeared without a trace under his nose.

Only Cyril's last advice lingered in his ears.

"If S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to cooperate with me, I will always open the door. As for the follow-up investigation, thank you for your insensitivity. In addition, I can feel that there are other mages on the earth. If you really want to investigate Samson , find them to see his body."

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New York Avengers Building, meeting room on the top floor.

Steve sat at the front of the conference table, flanked by Iron Man and Thor.

The three giants of the Fulian looked serious, but they didn't say a word, as if they had encountered some difficulties.

In the end, Steve, who has always been called the captain, spoke first: "Have you all heard what Cyril said?"

Tony didn't like this kind of serious atmosphere by nature, shrugged his shoulders, and spread his hands: "Oh, those fairy tales. When Cyril talked to Nick Fury who came late, we heard a rough idea... But To be honest, your start is really bad and embarrassing. If you are an employee of the Stark Group, you will be fired if you say such pointless things during a meeting. "

As an incompetent boss, Tony got the supercilious look of Natasha, who used to work in Stark Corporation.

Dr. Banner, who has always had a good temper, pushed his glasses and said good news: "Those mutated S.H.I.E.L.D. In the event of an accident, there is an 80% chance of returning to normal. Even if it cannot be completely restored, at least the neurons and cerebral cortex of the brain can maintain a human state and ensure a clear consciousness."

Steve nodded, not talking about these things he didn't understand: "I hope they can recover soon."

Natasha leaned on the back of her chair and clasped her fingers together: "The main person and leader Shides who planned this escape has also been brought to justice, and the prisoners serving their sentences in Cube Prison have been temporarily accommodated in Mansion Prison. This sudden incident is almost It's over."

After reporting their work, the Avengers fell silent again.

"The sacrificed Dr. Samson..." Steve looked at his teammates with different postures, and finally decided to bring this matter up for discussion. What do you think about this temptation?"

Among all the people, Thor was the first to answer: "The son of Odin has traveled the universe, and has never encountered the lost legion he said. I don't know what the so-called power of the undead is."

"Of course I believe in Cyril emotionally," Clint touched the furry head of his pet eagle with a troubled face, and couldn't help but sigh, "But intellectually, everything he said is true. No one or anything can prove it."

Banner took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his white clothes, and did not express his opinion.

"Come on—" Tony dragged out his voice, "don't you all like him? How come no one speaks for him now?"

Steve raised his palm and patted Tony on the arm, stopping him.

"This is not the time to be emotional, Stark."

Tony avoided Steve's hand, took out the coquettish light red sunglasses from his pocket, and placed them crookedly on the bridge of his nose: "It's not a matter of will, Captain. It's just a genius who has mastered the technology that many philistines and idiots dream of Inventor, I know all too well the feeling that a lot of things are really unprovable in the eyes of those idiots - it's like they've had their brains kicked by a donkey."

Although he was used to Tony's cynicism, Steve was still a little annoyed by his uncooperative attitude: "So this is that you never follow the battle plan that you have made, and every time you rush to the front by yourself, every time The missions completely disregarded the public influence and the loss of citizens’ property, and there is a reason why a whole street was smashed for a Bartok who can only bounce?”

Tony sneered: "So what, I can afford it, and it's more convenient this way."

"Hey, boys, off topic." When Cyril was away, Natasha would always act as the glue, she raised her hand and rubbed her temples, "Sometimes I really feel like a middle school teacher, please Please restrain your adolescent hormones."

So the meeting went back to the beginning again.

Tony's lack of cooperation with the team is an old problem, and it's useless to bring it up now.

Seemingly holding a good impression of Cyril, who is also a "genius", Tony slowed down his tone: "It is difficult for us to explain those things about magic. But if we have to say that Cyril killed Sam Sen and planned the prison break, do you believe it?"

Steve shook his head.

Clint raised his arms: "Of course not."

Natasha continued to rub her temples: "There is no need to do this. If Cyril wants to destroy the Cube Prison or make some big news, it will be easy. Why bother to engage in conspiracy and tricks, and actively cooperate with SHIELD's investigation .”

Saul stared blankly while holding the hammer.

"According to Schril, his hometown is in a very distant place, where there are completely different rules, like another world. As a very good theoretical physicist, I can tell you that this is not impossible, The existence of the multiverse has long been proven." Seeing that his teammates stopped talking, Tony talked eloquently, "We have all seen Cyril's magical magic, and since we can't prove that he killed Samson, we can't prove that he didn't kill Samson." Samson, what's the point of being here like an idiot saying this stuff?"

The righteous Captain America was struck by Tony's last words. He loosened his neck, which was strangled by the flag-striped tight combat uniform, and said, "There is no doubt. Without evidence, we cannot say that a person is guilty. .”

Sol was so heartbroken that he didn't notice that the atmosphere among his teammates had changed. He interrupted suddenly: "Then can we discuss the Lost Legion that Cyril said? I'm very curious about them. Odin is here God, such evil things, we should find a way to destroy them!"

Clint began to get angry: "You said the way is to swing a hammer and kill them?"

Just as Sol was about to say something, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the closed conference room.

Cyril leaned against the wall, not sure if she had been listening for a long time or just came in.

He untied his hair, and the smooth and shapeless blond hair was like a waterfall shining on the sun, scattered along his neck and around his waist, and his two pointed ears were exposed, trembling slightly.

"Why, are you worried about whether I am the murderer?"