[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

Newbera first walked around the cold storage at a constant speed, and it took more than three seconds. The monitoring center indicated that no high-energy readings were detected.

"Turn around again, and use the fastest speed you can achieve under normal conditions." Coulson had a brief conversation with the director, and issued a new order, "Fitz, what's the status of your high-energy detector?" Sample?"

"It's in good shape, all cranked up to max power," Fitz said.

"Very good." Coulson said with satisfaction, "Don't worry, fly Newbella, the instrument is capable of capturing your traces."

However, the high-energy detector did not capture Newbera's whereabouts in the superluminal state. Daisy refreshed it several times, but the interface still displayed: "No suspicious data detected."

Cheers erupted in the laboratory. Since the instruments were operating normally, it was obvious that the invisibility potion had worked.

"Well, now you can sneak out in the middle of the night to have fun again." Tony said half-truthfully, "I hope SHIELD can effectively control the invisibility potion, and don't put it where underage gods can touch it." .”

"The question is, is there any place on Earth that minor gods can't go to?" Coulson asked rhetorically, "Gringotts, which claims to have the highest security level in the world, has long since fallen."

"Well, to use the chicken soup style of writing, I should say at this time—the human mind is a place that even minor gods can't get close to." Tony applauded himself, "If I retire one day, I will go to the "New York Times" "Wrote the column of chicken soup for the soul."

Everyone: "..."

After the first batch of invisibility potions passed the quality inspection, the Ministry of Science and Technology immediately invested more manpower and material resources in the potion project, striving to produce potions continuously. Only Newbella escaped the supervision of Victoria Hand and the council. All actions against Ares will not be hindered.

After the test, Coulson called Newbella to the office, and asked with a pleasant face: "This is an emergency consultation before the action. It's the same as usual. It's just some special education for actions."

In fact, it is for SO to help the students with psychological construction, to minimize their fear of fighting, and if necessary, to give speeches to incite the enthusiasm of the students.

Seeing his student's relaxed expression, Coulson cleared his throat and continued: "Sif said you have made great progress, how do you feel?"

Newbella subconsciously clutched her stomach, and Sif often kicked there in a roundabout way, and then she would fly far away, "I feel that...it's just a little bit better than [Hell's Bar]."

"A little bit of progress is progress." Coulson was extremely kind, with a loving light shining on his smooth forehead, "And this time is different, your teammates will cooperate with you well."

Newbella hesitated, and said weakly: "However, at my slow progress..."

Coulson raised his hand to stop her from saying the following, "Have a little confidence in yourself, we still have weapons made of Protoss metal, remember?"

But those weapons can only slow down Ares' attack speed, not kill him.Newbella thought to himself, afraid that Ares would simply turn his firepower to the team members after finding out something was wrong...

"Just do your job well, and you don't have to worry about other things." As if seeing through her thoughts, Coulson said gently, "Your teammates are all experienced and experienced, and they know how to deal with emergencies. emergency."

Immediately afterwards, Coulson said a lot of words to comfort her.For example, don’t have psychological pressure, come to me if you have any difficulties, anyway, Ares can’t return to Olympus, we will lock him up on the earth and fight hard, you are the best...etc.

Coulson was very handy in the mobilization work, and Newbella was dizzy when he heard it, so he could only keep nodding and echoing: "Yeah, I know!"

The two talked for more than half an hour (mainly Coulson was talking). When Newbera got up and was about to leave, Coulson said: "Please call Peter in for me. Agent May is not in the cold storage. The emergency before the operation The consultation was done on my behalf."

Newbella nodded. Agent May is Peter's SO and an old comrade-in-arms of Coulson. It is perfect for her to ask Coulson for help.

She opened the door and went out, Peter and Lucifer who were standing against the wall in the corridor turned their heads together and said in unison: "You are finally out!"

The sound of their voices was so sudden that Newbella staggered in fright, and almost slammed her back against the office door, "I'm so scared to death, what are you two doing?"

"It's none of my business. Peter suspected that you were severely criticized by Coulson." Lucifer hurriedly distanced himself, "Well...to be precise, he thought you were hung up and beaten..."

"...I didn't say that." Peter blushed and his eyes flickered, "You didn't...are you okay?"

"No...no." Newbella found herself stuttering as soon as she met Peter, "That... Coulson asked you to go in, and Agent May entrusted him to be your temporary SO."

"Oh." Peter grabbed the backpack on the ground, "I...I'll go right away."

Newbella quickly stepped aside to make way for him, "Then...then I'll go back to the laboratory first. The linguist sent by the college has arrived, and I'm going to do a job handover."

"Well, then... see you later!" When Peter passed by her, his blushing face instantly blushed, he quickly lowered his head, hurriedly opened the door, and walked in, " Good afternoon, sir."

As soon as the office door was closed, Lucifer blew a whistle, and said cheaply, "Ouch!"

"What are you doing?" Newbella knew what he was saying, but gave him a straight look, "Are you idle again?"

"I was very busy at first, but since I found out—hehehe." Lucifer smiled wretchedly, "Oh, look at the youthful faces of the two of you, could it be—"

"What, you just look spring |!" Newbella was so embarrassed that he wanted to throw him into the fertilizer pile in the flower garden, "Since you are idle and boring, can you do something that contributes to mankind? "

"How come gossip doesn't contribute to human beings?" Lucifer was unhappy, "Do you know how much New York's gossip tabloids contribute to the GDP of the United States in a year? Let me tell you—"

"I won't tell you!" Newbella made a face at him, "Let's go, bye!"

"You can fly!" Lucifer shouted angrily from behind, "I regret it, daddy, please give me back my wings!"

Newbella enjoyed the freedom from the "abnormal high-energy readings" to the fullest, and wandered around the cold storage several times before slowly returning to the laboratory building. This trip took more than two minutes. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the office to the main building.

Several specially assigned linguists had not yet arrived, which happened to give her enough time to sort out the materials.

After the loss of Hugo Danzig, the director strongly asked her to keep the notebook in person, and no one was allowed to touch the original notes, so Peter made several copies of "Alibi's Few Strokes", Prepared for the linguists of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Newbera checked whether the page numbers of the copies were correct, whether there were any breaks or missing prints, and after confirming that they were correct, he put them in a large clean cardboard box, so that they could be handed over to the linguists in a while.

As soon as she picked up the manuscript paper full of sentences, she heard the combination lock beep three times, and Agent Anderson led three strange agents to stand at the door, "Miss Stark, special agent from SHIELD Academy The linguist is here."

"Wow! The legendary god!" One of the linguists lifted his eyes and shouted excitedly, "It's still alive! I have no regrets in this life!"

Newbella: "..."

The author has something to say: Director: It’s not easy to take this brat and throw it to Coulson~

Colson:  …

Newbella, Peter:......

After counting, there are about [-] words left and it will be over. Thank you little angels for your support~