Plug-in Players In Marvel

After just a quick glance, Coulson had already made a judgment in his mind - the group of mysterious people who suddenly appeared in front of him were all aliens from outside the earth.

It's not that their clothes are special. When it comes to fancy clothes, there are plenty of weirdos on earth who don't take the usual path, such as those killers who regard exaggeration as beauty and dress themselves up like neon lights. Another example is those chuunibyou patients who are obsessed with the second dimension, regard cosplay clothes as daily casual clothes, and cannot blend into the environment wherever they go except at comic shows.

The key to Coulson's ability to make this judgment lies in the appearance of this group of people.

Or to be more specific, their skin color is very special. Unlike any other race on earth, they all have blue skin. It is not the kind of shiny blue that appears after applying blue oil paint when doing body painting, but a very natural blue, and you can tell at a glance that it is a natural blue.

"..." Turning his head following the voice, his eyes fell on Colson. After only staying for a moment, the leader's attention quickly shifted to the ground.

Although the faint blue light emitted by the Cosmic Cube is fading rapidly, it still looks a bit dazzling in this mainly black cabin.

Ignoring Coulson's warning, the leader took steps toward the Cosmic Cube.

"Stop! Stop your movements, I'm going to shoot!" Coulson became increasingly uneasy and warned loudly again.

As an agent, Coulson has a lot of experience, and his grasp of situations and judgment of timing are much smarter than ordinary people.

He was very sure that the group of people in front of him would not heed his warning. While shouting, Coulson's finger had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang!"

Even someone as strong as Shi Xiaolei would not be able to avoid the attacks of these bullets at such a short distance. The mysterious man targeted by Coulson also failed to avoid it.

"..." He looked down at the bullet that fell at his feet, and a cold and cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then he looked at Colson, and the leader shook his head gently: "Noisy little insect. "

"Deal with him."

Upon hearing this order, a burly man stepped forward.

A murderous intent rushed towards him, making Coulson breathless. In order to resist this pressure and not want to just accept his fate, Coulson pulled the trigger again and fired all the remaining bullets in the magazine.

Just like before, the bullet landed on the big man, leaving only some white marks and no real damage.

In the blink of an eye, the big man was already in front of Coulson, holding on to the shot.

There are no fancy moves, just a straight punch.

Even though Coulson often went in and out of the battlefield and developed good dynamic vision and his neurological reactions were much faster than ordinary people, what was very frustrating was that the opponent was not from Earth after all, and his attack speed was faster than he had ever encountered before. of all opponents.

The thought of 'getting away' flashed through my mind, but my body's reaction speed was still a little slow and I couldn't keep up with the rhythm. In this way, Coulson took the opponent's punch firmly.

There was a soft click, which was the sound of broken bones.

There was only a painful grunt left, and Coulson fell softly, falling into complete silence.

"Tsk." He bent down to pick up Coulson's pistol and took a look at it. The big man shook his head disdainfully: "It's a child's toy."

"Roman, take over this aircraft."

"I'll give it a try." With a promise, another man stepped forward and sat down in the driver's seat.

Compared with other aircraft on the earth, the manufacturing process and technological content of the Quinjet are much higher, but in front of this group of alien visitors, it is as simple as a child riding a tricycle.

He took out something that looked like a USB flash drive and casually inserted it into the dashboard. In just two or three seconds, the male blue-skinned alien named Roman raised his hand and gestured to the leader: "It's done."

"Very good." Nodding, the leader gently raised his left foot and kicked Coulson, who was still standing up: "See if we can open the hatch. I don't want to stay with this pile of garbage."

"No problem, Lord Superstar." With a promise, Roman pressed a button and opened the hatch at the tail of the Quinjet.

Without any instructions from the superstar who was leading the team, the strong man who killed Colson before consciously bent down, picked up the dead Colson, walked to the tail of the plane, and threw him out.

"It's cleaned up."

"Yes." He nodded, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the superstar's mouth: "Roman, find a place where no one is around to land. It's time to start the next step."

"receive."

After drawing an arc, the Quinjet turned around and switched back to stealth mode while making a string of sonic booms and disappearing into the sky.

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Look at the other side.

After being thrown out of the cabin, Coulson fell rapidly from the air.

According to the formula of acceleration due to gravity, it takes about ten seconds to reach a height of more than a thousand meters.

It doesn't matter whether it's fast or slow, it doesn't matter whether it's slow or not.

With a muffled sound, Colson's body fell into an open field and was smashed to pieces.

According to common sense, even without the previous punch, this fall alone was enough to kill him completely, leaving no way for him to survive.

But in fact, it was a different kind of unfolding - after being beaten to a pulp, about half a minute later, a faint white light suddenly flashed in the miserable pool of blood. Along with this inconspicuous white light, a warmth like spring breeze fell from the sky, and it seemed that the singing of hymns could still be heard in the dark.

The flesh and blood spread all over the floor seemed to come alive, gathering from all directions. After a few breaths, it condensed into a human form again.

The singing of the hymn became clearer and clearer.

The dim white light gradually strengthened, and finally gathered into a white mist-like shadow, blending into the stabilized human form.

Another dozen seconds passed, and Coulson, who was lying on his back, resumed breathing and moved his fingers slightly.

A gust of wind blew by, picking up yellow grass clippings.

A few straw stalks landed gently on Colson's face.

Colson opened his eyes, as if he had just had a nightmare, straightened his back suddenly, turned over and sat up.

"Hoo, ho ho!"

The sound of rapid breathing overwhelmed the continuous sound of wind. Coulson's eyes were a little dull, not as shrewd as usual.

It wasn't until a while later that he gradually recovered and regained his sanity.