Heroes of Marvel

Brush!

After answering Evans' self-talk, the mobile warrior carrying him took control of the flying skateboard and rushed to the ground quickly. The space portal has been fully opened and invasions of extraterrestrial civilizations will occur at any moment. So he hurriedly put down the “burden” behind him with little fighting power.

“Agent Evans, you stay here. The rest of the team will be here soon, and I'll be joining the team.” He landed on the side of a street a short distance from the half-space portal, and the man maneuvered to loosen his fixture to Evans.

“Well, thank you! I don't know your name yet. You can meet a friend at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters later and talk when you're okay.” After getting off the flying skateboard, Evans looked at the mobile fighter with the tactical helmet and said:

Actually, Evans still wants to be friends. After all, the other party is a fighter in the newly formed mobile unit at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and it's not bad for Evans to develop in S.H.I.E.L.D. after that. And even though they didn't say a few words earlier, Evans felt they could still talk.

“Forget the name, I almost forgot my original name. But you can call me number seven, which is my code name in the motorized unit. And I don't think we'll get to see each other again, even at headquarters.” When Evans was heard, the self-proclaimed Mobile Warrior 7 responded with a blunt tone.

“Well... then..."

Brush!

Just as Evans was going to say something, number seven had already rushed straight into the air with a flying skateboard. Looks like he doesn't want to continue talking to Evans, and his teammates are waiting for him.

“Hey...” Evans sighed in silence as he watched No. 7 gradually flew away. He also learned from answer number seven that he didn't want to make friends with himself.

If Number Seven really wanted to make out with Evans, his new little agent would be the first friend at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, and a friend with a different identity. Although the secret services will not be involved in the front-line fighting, they are also very close. Evans has some regrets right now, maybe he should talk more on the way.

Phew ~

Evans retracted his gaze from Half-Space Falling Seven, experiencing a dramatic unusual change in air flow due to the formation of a half-Space portal. Then Evans saw two somewhat familiar figures from the corner of the street ahead.

“Well, isn't that Agent Bailey and Bolts?” Evans glanced slightly and mumbled after seeing those two approaching figures.

Then Evans lifted his foot and walked over. The first two agents to notice abnormal alpha particle concentrations on this side of the spectrum were the two agents, which was also a small effort.

“Hi, Agent Bailey, Agent Boles!” When Agent Bailey and Bors hadn't noticed Evans, he'd waved hello.

When Evans was heard, Agent Bailey, who was walking forward, raised his head and looked forward at the same time. And as soon as they saw Evans, a silver-white lightning burst out of the sky, just towards Evans.

Boom!

“Careful!” The silver lightning had landed before Bailey and Bolts' worried shouts came through.

Then Bailey and the others rushed towards Evans. From their perspective, Evans must have been struck by that lightning bolt. Although even the least powerful lightning striker had little hope of survival, Bailey did not intend to give up.

But when they got to the spot where the lightning hit them, they stared. Because Evans, who was supposed to have been struck by lightning, was safe at the moment, just scared to hold his head.

“Hey, are you okay?” Agent Bailey asked looking at the young man with his head shaking in front of him.

“Ah!... I'm okay?!” Hearing Agent Bailey's voice, Evans, holding his head, quickly lowered his hands and shouted in surprise.

“Well, you're okay, and we're weird, but there was a lightning bolt. But the way you look, and the way the ground looks over here, it's like we're all hallucinating.” After carefully observing what Evans looked like and making sure he had nothing to do, Agent Bailey spoke in confusion.

“Hoo-hoo! I'm fine! I'm fine! Looks like the hallucinations in this area have been completely disrupted by space energy. Let's get out of here!” After Agent Bailey finished his speech, Agent Bolts stood beside him and cautioned after he had grown out of breath.

“Well, get out of the way, the big troops are already here, so let's just hide behind them.” Agent Bailey was quick to hear from his partner.

“Uh... who are you? Are you S.H.I.E.L.D. agents too? I've never seen you before!” It wasn't until Bailey and Bolts were ready to pull back that Bailey remembered the identity of the young man in front of him.

“I'm Evans, a junior agent and an emergency level four agent, and I'd like to ask you two seniors to give me more guidance.” Evans answered quickly when he heard Bailey's question.

“Oh, so you're the lucky new guy! Looks like the rumors are true, your luck is not normal!” Bailey was surprised to hear Evans answer.

Even being struck by lightning isn't easy to explain with luck, it's a psychic event. Of course, agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. have seen a lot of unusual things. So don't feel that this situation is so special, just think about it.

Evans: "…”

Then Evans and Agents Bailey and Bolts quickly pulled out of the area affected by the portal. As for the motorized team flying in the middle of the sky, there's no need for them to worry about the three guys with little value for force.

Of course, none of the three Evans knew that when that silver and white lightning struck down, there was a magical fluctuation of energy coming from the roof of the building next to them, about 200 meters away. Actually, it wasn't that silver lightning that didn't work, it was just transferred by the magician of the Guardian Temple in London.

“What happens when you're hit by space energy can be worse than what happens when lightning strikes, and you ordinary people are better off away.” Watching three people quickly leave the central neighborhood, the magician standing on the roof hiding his figure muttered in his heart.