Restart Meimao

In the luxurious and spacious office, Joson sat in a comfortable swivel chair, facing the bustling world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, tall buildings, traffic, he closed his eyes, his spirit was like a silk thread wrapped around the oval blue gem in the palm of his hand, in the void space, there were subtle waves, and the dark blue light radiated in all directions.

Under the sitting body, the golden torrent rushed and mighty, and Jossen’s spiritual mind extended into the blue gemstone in his hand, and the boundless and brilliant mysterious space gradually unfolded in the spiritual world, as if there were countless stars swirling and extinguishing, like a burst of light blooming and exploding, and then the fire was extinguished, and the strange scene really appeared in front of him.

In the void, an invisible electric wave jumped, like a beam of light invisible to the naked eye, and like a gentle breeze, they collided with each other, intersected, and finally converged into clear words, into the ears of young men——

“You angered Nick Fury, who vowed to pick up the Sentinel and find the relationship that existed between you and him.”

Joson smiled slightly, without opening his eyes, he was immersed in that wonderful, magnificent illusory world, his spirit penetrated into the blue gems, and the layers of space covered each other, like a huge and complex labyrinth, in which he went around and around, trying to find the real exit.

“So what? The most likable thing about this country is the superficial laws and rules, no matter how many secrets S.H.I.E.L.D. knows me and how many laws I have broken, but in the absence of ‘evidence’, Nick Fury can only choose to remain silent. The corners of Josson’s mouth drew into a smile, and his thoughts were like a mighty flood, a pervasive breeze, wrapped in shimmering blue gems.

The river of stars slowly swirled, Qiao Sen seemed to be in the vast universe, the distance is boundless darkness, shining stars are uncertain, he is like an ancient life born with the origin of the universe, standing in the vast river of time and space, splashing one after another, the will of life in the multiverse, like endless small droplets of water, converged into this magnificent rushing river.

Time in an instant, condensed into eternity, Jossen’s consciousness is like sinking into the deep sea, gradually condensing the ice, dazzling golden light, like a sun rising out of thin air, radiating endless light and heat, blazing light roaring and roaring, dispelling the eternal cold cold, thinking turns again, and the mind slowly withdraws from the boundless space of blue gems.

“I don’t care that there are a few satellites above my head that are pointing at the Okin Group, conducting twenty-four-hour surveillance, anyway, as long as you exist, no one can spy on my life.” Johnson opened his eyes, and the dark blue light gradually dissipated from his eyes, and the golden brilliance engulfed the energy fluctuations emitted by the blue gemstone like the sun dispelling the darkness.

The consciousness in the void quietly left, the young man clenched the blue gem in his hand, a violent light burst out, and then dimly extinguished, the golden torrent was like a condensed flame of light, wrapped around the oval gemstone containing the power of space, the two forces collided in the palm of his hand, and the blazing and dazzling energy light bloomed, as if holding a shining star in that hand.

Layers of energy fluctuations collided with each other, bursting out a monstrous tide, like an invisible fierce competition, two equally powerful forces could not hold each other, there was no raging wave of air and explosive roar, as if two invisible armies, in order to fight for every inch of territory in the void, fighting and killing each other.

The raging and violent torrent of energy rushed and surging, like a volcanic eruption, in the illusory space, a cloud of colorful light suddenly erupted, and the brilliant halo of the mysterious dream flashed endlessly, like the rare aurora in the legend, constructing a hazy and illusory world.

The blue gemstones stripped from the Cosmic Cube gradually could not withstand the washing and invasion of the golden torrent, the light slowly dimmed, the solid and stable spar-like shell, like a rock mural that had weathered for a long time, the stable energy structure was broken, the foreign turbulent frenzy was constantly squeezed, the silent space made a soft sound, like glass breaking, and the dark blue light integrated into the body.

“This is the true power of the Infinity Stones.” Joson spread out his hand, and fine dust fell between his fingers.

He closed his eyes again, the door to the new world seemed to slowly open here, countless dots and lines crisscrossed, as if the void space was truly depicted, the young man stood up, opened his hands, the blue light in front of him like a stream of water surged and spread, his mind was like the wind, floating high into the sky, like a high god, overlooking the world below the clouds.

The highway of Manhattan is like a large net, the traffic is like a long way to come and go, the mind turns, and a fire flashes in the distance, it is Iron Man experimenting with new armor, and there is a figure with burning flames next to him, dragging a long tail flame, flying in the clouds.

Drifting farther away, the invisible mind is like a kite, and Qiao Sen, who is in the Okin Group, is the hand that grasps the thread, through Times Square in the process of reconstruction, over the calm and rejuvenated Hell’s Kitchen, he walks in the clouds, occasionally passing through the surging flow of people, no one can feel it, just like a breeze blowing across his face.

The mind was like a huge and incoherent net, slowly radiating around, and Johnson was immersed in the feeling of becoming a god, and the dark blue light condensed in his mind into an oval-shaped gemstone, about 4 feet in size, the surface was smooth and transparent crystals, and the sight was deep, as if he saw a boundless starry sky, shining with brilliant brilliance.

The melodious bell rings, and the mind moves to a clock tower in New York, an ancient building that exudes the ancient atmosphere of history.

On the top floor, Spider-Man in a black suit is curled up, and since the last conflict with the Sentinel, Peter has become aware of the impact of the black body attached to the uniform, and he is constantly fighting with the tyrannical, impulsive faint consciousness.

The bell rang, the black ye body squirmed, as if it was violently stimulated, temporarily getting rid of the manipulation of that tyrannical consciousness, Spider-Man immediately tore the sticky ye body attached to the body with both hands, and the black wriggling ye-like substance was cheeted down, erupting into a sharp chirp.

At the same time, Johnson saw another young man standing under the bell tower, a sticky black substance, as if he had found prey, howling and pounced on the new sojourner.

He wanted to reach out to stop it, but the call in the underworld pulled his mind back to his body, and in the dark blue light, there was an ethereal and obscure voice, hesitating slightly, and the young man calmly stepped into the void passage that gradually opened.

Not long after, the female secretary walked into the empty office with a large pile of documents, slightly surprised that the young boss had left at some point, and there was no trace left in the quiet space, as if the person had never been there.