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"Master, I have some doubts. It is my mission to protect the timeline from fluctuations, so I almost understand the life experience of every important person on this timeline, but why these two people seem to have been changed by me, but it seems that they have not been changed by me. ?"

In the afternoon of the third day after the New York War, Taj Kama, Gu Yi's living room.

A purple-gray Yang Ming and a golden ancient couple sat on both sides of a short table. Regarding Yang Ming's confusion, Gu Yi seemed to pay more attention to the teacup, because he rubbed the rim of the cup and wrinkled the ripples.

"As you said, existence is reasonable. You are like a finger rubbing the edge of the cup. You stir up the ripples, but the water will return to calm after all."

He still couldn't let go. Although he had determined that he had not disrupted the "story", but he seemed to have become the motivation and inducement for the two "birds" to learn to fly.

This is terrible.

"Don't think too much, no one is omniscient and omnipotent. The so-called projection of the timeline you see is just a one-sided or a result. The road to that result is very long, and the Supreme Master cannot take care of it."

After being terminated by a word, Yang Ming returned to the guest room but couldn't let go.

Yesterday evening, he flew forward a block in a dangerous manner, and crashed into a golden portal at the corner of a building.

Gu Yi opened the door and took him to Kama Taj.

In order to pretend to be calm, Yang Ming, who murdered for the first time, has not shown that he has lifted his headwear, but he himself also knows that what he is hiding is the horrified look and expression, but he cannot hide his own gaffe.

Fortunately, no one holds it.

Lying in the guest room, he didn't dare to sleep and couldn't sleep. He connected to the WIFI to play with the borrowed mobile phone, but he couldn't calm down. He simply started to study his own system and didn't come out until he was hungry.

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Coleson’s partner Sitwell is being questioned by Agent Black.

"How's the progress of item 13?"

The little bald Sitwell calmly drank coffee while replied: "The person involved is a group of workers who signed a contract with the municipal engineering to clean up the rubble. After the contract was terminated by the disaster prevention and control department, they drank and made trouble. There was a survivor and a witness , But I suspect that they may have drunk too much, and the survivors and witnesses are not credible."

"What is the name of that survivor?"

"Yeah," Sitwell put his upper lip on the rim of the cup, and replied with confidence after a short period of thought: "Thums."

Black didn't go into this deeply, after all, the lost No. 13 powerful weapon has been recovered.

When Blake turned his attention to the computer screen again, the little bald Sitwell curled his lips imperceptibly and turned to the medical department where the person involved was stranded.

In the ward, Tumus, with a lot of bandages on his body, was playing with a small eagle toy, his eyes focused as if he was not the injured at all.

"Dad, when can you be discharged from the hospital?" a mixed-race little brunette was stroking his bandaged hand, asking obediently.

Tomus was raising a smile to answer, and a small bald head with glasses walked in the door.

"Mr. Toums, can you ask your wife and daughter to avoid them first. I want to ask you a few more questions?"

Advise his wife and daughter not to worry. After they left, Tumus twirled the kitty-shaped toy subconsciously, and looked at Sitwell with calm eyes.

"Do you have nothing to say to me proactively? Mr. Toums?"

After looking at each other for a long time, Sitwell spoke first.

"What else do I have to say? After getting drunk, I went out of ethics and hurt myself. I used to talk nonsense when I took notes."

"Well, you can be discharged anytime!"

Sitwell has no interest in the worker in front of him. What he is really interested in is the eagle mentioned in the report, but he currently has too few things.

Sitwell can only go to Alexander Pierce's office to report.

"Hailhydra!"

"Don't be so ostentatious, do you know who is the human and who is the ghost?"

As Pierce who has always pretended to be a good person, many things are stable at this age.

Now he is dedicated to promoting the "Insight Project" to purge those who may oppose the Hydra, but he has no interest in the flying eagle reported by Sitwell.

Great is just like the Avengers under Nick Fury.

He dare to say that as long as he Alexander Pierce is still a day, everything in the Snake Shield can be controlled and controlled by him, including the Avengers who just fought the next battle in New York.

So there is no difference between one more eagle and one less.

However, seeing that Sitwell was so active, he couldn't make a big exchange of blood inside Snake Shield and attack the enthusiasm of this little bald head at the threshold of absorbing members of the anti-S.H.

"How is your investigation?"

Looking at Sitwell with a cold sweat on his face, Pierce really felt that the mud couldn't help the wall. "You asked to find such an eagle? As a result, I haven't made any progress yet. Next time I have a clear grasp of what is going on. report!"

Sitwell shivered by Pierce's aura, and quickly stood at attention.

"Item 47 hasn't been found yet. I found it was picked up by a young couple through our information channels. The man is a bit talented and looks like he wants to fix the weapon."

Pierce took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Do you know how to do it?"

"I'll get them now!"

"Stupid!"

Pierce threw his glasses angrily, and his short anger made his pale and loose skin flush: "Jasper Sitwell, you have to wait, wait until Hill or Black find some clues before you do it, talented People are worth absorbing, but now is a critical moment and you must be careful."

In Kama Taj's quiet room, Yang Ming is still studying gold fingers.

As a golden finger system developed from all aspects of forging, construction, pharmaceuticals, cooking, leisure, entertainment, etc., he will eventually become the top existence in the world.

He actively tried to jump over the torch of the foundation of the science and technology tree, trying to find a perfect substitute, but he was hindered here.

He tried to replace it with ordinary torches and then set up formulas to make a furnace, but found that it didn't work at all, and the metal that had not passed through the furnace could not make an anvil with game attributes.

The technology tree was cut off. Judging from the power of a wooden sword made of ordinary wood, the ordinary steel in the game must be replaced by something special.

Sitting on a table and chair made by me, rubbing the UFO key with my hand, I couldn’t help but sigh: "I’m just an ordinary person! Still counseling? Should I take a UFO and leave the earth to find a planet for a few years? The plot that I developed Thanos should have also passed."

The protagonist is now talking nonsense, it has become a way to protect himself, please forgive an ordinary person, full of lies, please collect recommendations