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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 so special. If we really want to talk about strange clothes, there are many weirdos on the earth who don’t take the usual path, such as those killers who take exaggeration as beauty and dress themselves up like neon lights. Or those who

Those addicted to the second dimension, treating cosplay clothes as daily casual clothes, and being unable to integrate into the environment wherever they go except at comic shows.

The key reason why Coulson can 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 that appears after applying blue oil paint when doing body painting.

It has an oily blue color, but it is very natural. You can tell at a glance that it is a natural blue color.

"..." He turned his head following the voice, and his eyes fell on Colson. He only stayed for a moment, and 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 what you are doing, 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 the average person.

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 could not avoid the attacks of these bullets at such a short distance. The mysterious man targeted by Coulson also could not avoid it.

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

"

"Deal with him."

Upon hearing this order, a burly man stepped forward.

A wave of 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 emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine.

ejaculated.

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 standing in front of Coulson with the aim of shooting.

There are no fancy moves, just a straight punch.

Even though Coulson often visited 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 'dodge' flashed through his mind, but his body's reaction speed was still a little slow and it really couldn't keep up with the rhythm. In this way, Colson took the opponent's punch firmly.

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

There was only a painful groan, and Coulson fell down softly, completely falling into silence.

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

"Roman, take over this aircraft."

"I'll give it a try." He agreed, and 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 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.

:"nailed it."

"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." Roman agreed, pressing a button and opening 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."

Drawing an arc, the Quinjet turned around, switched back to stealth mode, and made a string of sonic booms before disappearing into the sky.

.....................

Look at the other side.

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

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

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

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 is enough to kill him completely, leaving no way for him to survive.

But in fact, it was another unfolding - after being beaten into a pulp, about half a minute later, a faint white light suddenly flashed in the miserable pool of blood. Accompanied by this white light that was not very obvious

, a warmth like the spring breeze fell from the sky, and it seemed that you could still hear the singing of hymns in the dark.

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

The chanting of the hymn became clearer and clearer.

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

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

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

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

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

"Hoo, hoo~ho~~!"

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

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