Transformed Marvel Genius

A man and a woman are sitting in the corner of a pizza shop in New York, USA.

"Cheese, your taste is really bad!" The speaker was a well-dressed woman, wearing a short leather jacket, with piercing eyes.

"Mei, it's rare to take time out to soak up the sun, so don't complain. I'll give you a piece of chicken pizza. The world is calm, how wonderful." The man codenamed Cheese looked kindly, like a kind uncle next door.

However, few people know that this kind-faced, short-statured middle-aged man used to be a member of the Second U.S. Army Special Forces. , sharpshooter, advanced close-quarters fighter.

Phil Coulson.

Opposite him is his colleague and old friend, Melinda May, a field agent.

It was rare for the two of them to have a casual gathering, so naturally they were chatting about the past.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.

The communication signal sounded: "Cheese, new mission, 42°19\' north latitude, 71°05 west longitude, hurry up."

Phil Coulson reluctantly expressed his apology to Mei Tan: "It seems that if you want to invite me for a treat, you have to wait for the next time, but you can bring takeout."

Then Phil Coulson waved to the waiter: "The waiter has a fruit pizza, two drumstick burgers, and packs."

At the same time, agents from all over the world received orders and rushed to Boston.

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Three hours later, Phil Coulson drove to the stadium in Boston near the state government. Here, a team of quick-response special forces had been assembled. Standing on the broken glass was the commander, Agent Hill.

After the mutual introduction, Agent Hill introduced to Phil Coulson: "The relevant situation will be explained to you by scientists, and the problem we have to solve is in front of us."

After speaking, Agent Hill moved away, and Phil Coulson finally saw the trouble in front of him. It was a huge donut with a diameter of more than 20 meters in the ring and five meters in diameter in the cross section. Times, in front of such a behemoth, people feel their own insignificance.

"The energy running in the doughnut can raze Boston to the ground." A scientist in a white coat spoke.

The scientist shook hands with Coulson and introduced himself: "I'm a nuclear physicist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and this is the trouble caused by a colleague of mine, and I shouldn't say a colleague. I don't know if he is still myself."

Coulson motioned to continue, and the scientists came up with a bunch of information, which was densely packed with formulas: "One of my colleagues, Dr. Octavius, and Osborne Corporation cooperated to focus on the new energy of nuclear fusion, and invested a lot of money. The energy behind it is the finished product of my colleagues.”

Coulson knew that the scientists were referring to donuts. Donuts were made of super-spiral pipes filled with all kinds of wiring valves, but these days, donuts didn't look good, like wearing ragged clothes in the park. Homeless, many solenoid valve cores are exposed, some lines and pipes have been ruptured, and the cracks are still emitting electric sparks.

Broken machine.

rumbling...

The doughnut shook.

Ordinary people jump a few times, that is, the floor thumps, a behemoth with a diameter of 20 meters and an estimated weight of more than 50 tons jumps.

That's shaking the earth.

Coulson felt like a small boat on the sea, swaying, almost fell to the ground, and then looked at the others, the scientist was directly scared to the ground, on all fours, and took a long time to get up, but Agent Hill was surprised. Strange.

"I've been lying down for the fifth time." The scientist laughed at himself: "The first time the reaction was the most violent, the powerful shock wave even spread five miles away, and even the residents on Beacon Mountain felt the shock."

The corners of Coulson's mouth trembled, seeing that the gym had obviously been baptized by donuts several times, and there was still glass debris on the windows. Under the fifth shock, some glass debris fell and hit the top of the special team members' heads. Fortunately, everyone wore helmets, and there were not many casualties.

"Now the internal reaction of the modified stellarator has reached 50%. If this continues, Boston will have an additional artificial sun." The scientist concluded.

"Can't the power be cut off?!" The Coulson interface, a very simple idea, does not deny that it is the most effective solution.

"You dropped a hydrogen bomb on Boston." The scientist said bluntly, and then he explained: "Without the confinement of the magnetic field, the tritium fusion inside the stellarator cannot achieve the self-magnetic effect, and the powerful energy will explode in an instant."

"That is to say, if the power is cut off in advance, the doughnut will explode. If we continue to react, there will be more suns on our earth in the future. It feels good and warmer."

Coulson rarely made a bad joke, but honest scientists took it seriously: "Yes, there will be one more sun after reaching the self-magnetic effect, but we don't know how big the self-magnetic effect of this sun is, maybe we can catch one Ants, it is also possible to involve the gymnasium, of course, there is a possibility that we are very reluctant to think about."

"Swallow an Earth."

Coulson was dumbfounded and swallowed an earth~www.readwn.com~ Hehe, I hope Chicago is still there.

At this time, even Agent Hill felt uncomfortable, because in the end it was necessary to issue orders through her. Whether it was to blow up Boston or swallow the Earth, she was sure that either of them could not be afforded.

The scientist realized that he had gone too far, and changed his tone: "This is only the worst possibility. After reaching the self-magnetic effect, it will continue to engulf the surrounding matter, and at the same time, the surrounding matter will enhance its magnetic force. The first hour , maybe it will swallow the air, the next hour, it will swallow the rock, and by the 24th hour, it should swallow the gymnasium. It is estimated that it will only take ten days to swallow Boston.”

Everyone can't imagine how long it will take to swallow the earth, that is the problem they are most unwilling to face.

Coulson looked at Agent Hill, who needed Hill to make the first decision.

Agent Hill asserted: "The order above will never blow up Boston until the last moment."

"Then the next step is whether we can think of a way before it engulfs the earth!" Coulson said, and then he thought of the most crucial question: "Where did Dr. Octavius ​​go to create the sun?"

If anyone can solve the sun, it is most likely the God who made the sun.

Coulson hoped that the scientists would come up with good results. However, it was not the scientists who answered, but the quick-response special forces team members who had been standing beside them without speaking: "This is the purpose of our troops coming to Boston."

Agent Hill introduced: "Brock Rumlow, the current commander of the 3rd Squadron of the Rapid Response Special Forces."

Then Agent Hill took out a photo and pointed to the man dancing with a robotic tentacle that was more than 20 meters long: "He is Dr. Octavius."

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