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Xiu En smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste of the miniature spy detection device.

"It's a bit like chewing cartilage, but with a tingling, electronic pulse-like sensation?"

He extended a finger and gently tapped the back of Black Widow's hand, which was still in the gesture of holding a wine glass but was actually empty.

"Next time, remember that if you want to use this kind of small gadget to define your brand, it's best to choose a model with higher quality."

Xiu En gave his comments very seriously.

"The gold plating is too thin; it can't even fill the gaps between my teeth."

Just then, a thin vine emerged from the sunflower on his shoulder, making a tactical retreating motion towards Natasha's wrist.

Natasha withdrew her hand.

Her facial expression management system is back online perfectly.

"This was also our oversight."

She smiled, as if the ring truly was a dessert for the guest.

"After all, the metal formulas on Earth are probably too commonplace for a higher-dimensional life form like you."

She turned slightly to the side, steer the conversation from this minor exchange to a grander stage.

"If you find the ingredients here too bland, perhaps you should visit our headquarters, the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, or SHIELD for short."

As she finished speaking, she pressed the communicator behind her ear.

At that moment, the clouds were torn apart by some enormous shadow.

Above the waves of the Pacific Ocean, a colossal steel behemoth, seemingly obscuring the sky, slowly revealed its outline.

It is a mobile fortress flying high in the sky. The airflow generated by its four huge turbine engines has even created four huge craters in the sea. The deck is filled with all kinds of fighter jets that could drive any military enthusiast crazy.

And hidden beneath that heavy armor are countless containment objects and experimental subjects representing the pinnacle of the world's technology.

"We have collected local specialties from all over the world there."

Natasha's voice was seductive, like she was trying to sell a cave full of treasure to a dragon.

"We never skimp on hospitality for anyone who's a friend of S.H.I.E.L.D., whether they want to do research or simply try something new."

She emphasized the word "try something new" and looked meaningfully at the behemoth.

"I don't like it there."

The sunflower complained to Shuen.

"That smelled like an iron coffin, and I couldn't smell any decent earthy smell either."

"But it's like a giant, flying can."

Xiu En looked up at the space carrier, his eyes shining with a terrifying intensity.

In his penetrating vision, what shimmered on that ship was not merely the luster of metal.

Shuen pointed to the plume, which was larger than all the chimneys of Gotham Chemical Plant combined.

"The point is, look at the flames coming out of its engine, they're really perfect for roasting something."

He turned to look at Natasha.

"Lead the way, madam. If you truly possess delicious divine weapons, I promise I will be a very polite diner."

Natasha invited Hugh to board the plane to S.H.I.E.L.D.

After saying goodbye to the Fantastic Four, Shum spoke to Natasha.

"Your iron bird can't even fly as fast as my Ah Fu driving a car."

Before Black Widow could even come up with the diplomatic language to describe the Quinjet that was slowly descending, Hugh had already given her assessment that it was too slow.

Natasha's eyelids twitched, and her agent's instincts made her press an emergency button on her waist for a split second, but it was pointless.

Hugh took a step forward just a second before the plane's landing gear touched the beach.

Just one step.

The light enveloped Natasha.

"I don't like waiting for people, and I also don't like slow transportation."

Ivy's clone skillfully tied herself tightly to Shuen's shoulder, as if she had anticipated what was about to happen, and even thoughtfully extended a large leaf to cover Natasha's proud red hair.

"Also, remember to close your mouth, biting your tongue doesn't taste good."

boom--!!!

Shuen took Natasha and flew into the sky.

"Sir! Unexplained high-energy reaction! Mach 3? No, Mach 5! It's crashing! It's accelerating!!"

Inside the command center of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, the red alarm lights made Nick Fury's already dark face look even more like a braised egg about to explode.

The radar map on the screen couldn't keep up with the refresh.

Intercept the missile? Too late to lock on.

Close-in weapon system? That thing would just get smashed to pieces.

"Activate Energy Deflection Shield! Immediately!"

Before Fury could finish speaking, a violent tremor occurred, causing the coffee in his hand to spill even through the triple shock absorption system.

In the very center of the deck, near the control tower, the golden flames even left lingering afterimages in the air.

Within that blazing golden light, two figures slowly emerged.

Xiu En disdainfully kicked aside the armor plate in the deep pit he had just stepped into.

As for the legendary agent codenamed Black Widow?

She was dry heaving, and her red hair, manipulated by some anonymous plant, now looked like a bird's nest struck by lightning.

A group of agents armed with futuristic rifles instantly surrounded the golden-haired terrorist.

"Put the gun down."

Fury pushed open the door to the command center and strode out.

He stared at Xiu En.

As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has seen countless freaks, aliens, and mutants in his life.

He had even seen that man-eating cat.

But he had never seen such a creature before.

That person radiated heat purer than the sun just by standing there; the deck beneath his feet was softening under the intense heat, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at his spaceship...

Fury was very familiar with that look.

That was the look in his eyes when he looked at the family bucket at KFC.

"It seems that Agent Romanov's invitation method was very effective."

Fury suppressed the rapidly accumulating repair quote in his mind, maintaining the composure befitting a king of secret agents even in this seemingly intrusive situation.

"Or should I be thankful that the ship's deck was sturdy enough that you didn't have to walk straight through the hull?"

"good."

Shuen reached out and broke off a piece from the wing of the unfortunate fighter jet next to him.

bang.

Under the shattered worldviews of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, he tossed the piece of aerospace aluminum into his mouth like a cookie.

"The titanium content is a bit low. If we add some cobalt or depleted uranium, it will taste even crisper."

He chewed, his gaze passing over Fury and landing on the location of the core energy source in the belly of the mothership behind Fury.

Even though there were dozens of layers of special lead plates and reactor shielding in between, he could still see that thing.

That blue, infinitely delicious flavor was imbued with the essence of spatial laws.

"Alright, Uncle One-Eyed."

Xiu En revealed a smile so bright it sent chills down one's spine.

"While it's barely passable as an appetizer, I see you have an even better blue sugar cube here?"

Ivy's clone added insult to injury at the opportune moment: "Also, the air oxidizer smell here is too strong. I suggest you plant some pothos."

As he spoke, a green seed, before even touching the ground, grew wildly under the golden light emanating from Xiu En, blossoming into a sunflower large enough to be used as a radar.

Fury's urge to press the alarm and summon Captain Marvel reached its peak at that moment.

As Xiu En's human connector, Sunflower clearly knew she was in the wrong.

"This was an accident, gentlemen, and this lady whose hair has been blown around by the wind."

The sunflower clone very human-like spread out its two green leaves, its tone carrying a kind of self-righteous indignation, as if to say, "Why are you being so stingy?"

"My ward is in the growth and development stage, and this metal structure is like a thriving berry growing by the roadside to him."

Ivy pointed with her finger to the tragically broken section of the fighter jet.

"And strictly speaking, it's your fault for making this too brittle. It doesn't have any of the resilience that plant fibers have, which bounce back if you bite into it."

If such words were spoken in any normal court, the judge would probably convict her of contempt of the law on the spot.

But high in the sky, facing a glowing energy body and a talking plant, Nick Fury felt that his moral compass had been completely exhausted for the day.

"So, is S.H.I.E.L.D. now updating its hospitality to treat guests like wild animals that haven't been weaned yet?"

Fury crossed his arms and stared at Shuen with one eye, mainly at the hand still covered in metal shavings.

"We have a whole warehouse of rare alloys for you to sample, but only if you don't carry out any violent demolition on the deck."

"Ah, indeed. Sorry, it's an old problem."

Xiu En clapped his hands, and golden energy, like fine sand, sprinkled onto the deck, melting into tiny golden spots.

He wore a very sincere smile, so sincere that it made you want to punch him.

"After all, on my side, things that can fly usually have their own defensive force field, making them a bit hard to chew. I couldn't resist this crispy texture without any shield."

As he spoke, he walked over to the amputated fighter jet.

Black Widow instinctively took a half step back, her hand resting on the stun gun at her waist, fearing that the guy might feel that the other wing was asymmetrical and break it off as well.

But Xiu En simply reached out and gently brushed his hand across the ugly, scar-like tear.

"Although I think it tastes better that way, as a polite guest, I'll fix it right away."

Under the bewildered gaze of all the agents, the intense golden energy emanating from Xiu En's palm seemed to bring the machine to life.

The flowing golden light grew wildly along the broken metal skeleton.

They intertwined and cooled in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a wing with a streamlined shape so perfect that it exceeded the imagination of Boeing's chief engineer simply grew out of thin air.

If the original fighter jet was a masterpiece of industrial civilization, then this half-wing is now a fragment of mythology.

It is pure gold throughout, and even has naturally formed divine reliefs resembling ancient cloud patterns on its surface, radiating a color more dazzling than the sun.

Even more frightening is that, for some unknown reason, a sharp retrograde aileron has appeared at the wingtip.

"alright."

Xiu En clapped his hands, looked at his work of art, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I used the solar energy here and a little bit of my own divine power to make a small upgrade to it."

He pointed to the gleaming new component.

"Its hardness is at least three times higher than before. And it has its own high temperature, so even if you're unhappy, you won't freeze."

Sunflower nodded vigorously beside her, seemingly agreeing wholeheartedly: "It's much better than that dusty, grayish look from before."

However, the forces of gravity in reality quickly provided the most direct feedback.

The plane's remaining landing gear, under the sudden increase in pressure on this side, let out a desperate wail and then collapsed to its knees.

The entire plane, like a seesaw, crashed and tilted onto the deck with a loud thud.

The golden wing even dented the deck.

"..."

Fury glanced at the wings that seemed ridiculously heavy, then at the innocent, praise-seeking expression on Shum's face.

He took a deep breath.

At least we don't need to call her Captain Marvel anymore.

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