[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The moment Lindell showed his sharp nails, Charles even thought that he was planning to cut off Eric's skull along the helmet that could block telepathy.

Fortunately, although the other party's actions were open and closed, they still knew the severity, and just smashed the helmet with magic—and promised to help repair it and return it later.

The rest of the follow-up content was handled by the X-Men. Several members jumped off the plane one after another, and someone whispered who the "deadly" foreign aid was.

"He is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., a former CIA agent, and now you can understand him as an old acquaintance of Charles and Magneto."

Ruiwen looked at the back of the other party who hurriedly left: "It seems that he is still working part-time as a bodyguard for Stark Industries."

"I also want to be the kind of bodyguard who can get shares."

The newcomer is full of envy.

"If you can take out Magneto in 3 minutes, so can you."

Someone patted the top of his head: "Besides, Lindell was shot twice in the lungs before he came here, and he seemed unscathed. If you have the ability to break through his blockade and get close to him, you might as well." Can take shares of Stark Industries."

"That's fine."

The new member who just spoke shivered vigorously: "If you earn money, you have to spend your life."

The International Robot Soccer Championship, the scene of the competition.

Tony Stark held the joystick in his hand and looked around absent-mindedly. He suspected that Lindell had arrived at the scene, but as far as he could see, there were dense crowds of spectators everywhere. It was difficult to see the auditorium clearly under the spotlight. There was no way for him to pick out the one he wanted to see among the many onlookers.

Suddenly, he was lightly patted on the shoulder, followed by a slight cool breeze.

Tony turned his head sharply, but there was nothing behind him, but his thumb that was holding the handle was lightly pinched again.

"There are cameras here."

A familiar, lowered voice came from the ear: "So purely using cognitive interference is not enough."

"...This isn't a live broadcast, so I'll just help you hack it later."

The other party waved his hand indifferently, still curling the corners of his mouth.The five robots on the field can even automatically recognize offside and pass the ball to each other as if they are in no one's land.

"This isn't robot soccer at all—!"

The host exaggeratedly took the microphone and shouted: "This, this is simply... This is a football game in itself!"

"The wonderful things are yet to come."

The young man sitting in front of the long table raised his feet triumphantly, lowered his voice and told the air on his left: "Don't run away suddenly because everyone can't see you, I'm just watching the news .”

"Charles is finishing up in the back, and I rushed over after the fight."

A familiar voice said, "It's okay, I made an oath."

These robots played relaxing and pleasant background music, and one of them performed a "Pelé's upside-down golden hook" when scoring a goal. This exaggerated and flexible movement does not look like a machine at all, let alone a contestant. Only one is still a minor.

The robot players were in no man's land, kicking their opponents 24-[-] in the time frame.The Stark team won the championship with complete victory for the first time in the competition. The only team member stood up from the player's seat, stretched his hands in the direction of the audience, and responded to the waves of cheers.

Next, he held the gold-plated trophy to thank all the audience, and his eyes sparkled in the well-dressed suit, as if he was born to stand under the spotlight and everyone's attention.

This became a less important but interesting episode in the life of a genius.

In the No.30 nine years after the end of World War II, all kinds of bottled red wine filled the storage room of the New York Temple.

Recently, the person in charge of guarding the temple is a new Asian mage. He introduced himself to Lindell and said that he can be called the king. He will probably be the contact person of the New York temple in the next few years. If necessary, you can leave a mobile phone number in advance for convenience. communicate.

"Don't you ask me why there are so many bottles of red wine here?"

Lindell was a little curious. When he was carrying boxes of red wine back from France, many mages who were in charge of helping as porters were particularly surprised.

"No, I don't want to know, please don't tell me either."

The newly appointed temple mage waved his hands again and again: "One of the mage's principles is to acquire limited knowledge. For us, knowledge means responsibility. Sometimes knowledge that cannot be handled also means accidents and dangers. I just want to I want to be an ordinary mage within the scope of my ability, and I don't want to be involved in unknown troubles at all."

"It's a pity, obviously the talent is not bad."

The gold in Lindell's eyes gradually faded, and was re-covered by the same green as a human.

"It's more important for me to live smoothly."

The other party helped him complete the space expansion technique, and sealed the red wine into the imaginary space opened up in the New York Temple: "It looks like the type that will cause trouble."

"How do you say that, I am a senior who has lived steadily for decades, and my job is actually similar to yours."

Lindell tied his hair behind his head with a hair tie: "But it's still more convenient to be a magician than an agent. At least wearing long hair in a magician is a common way to preserve magic power. Last time I was in Long Island, I still had long hair. People ask me if I'm a traveling artist."

Lindell sighed exaggeratedly: "Where do I look like an artist, the one who is obviously better at painting is..."

He stopped suddenly.

"who is it?"

Wang Shunshi asked, but quickly stopped his question: "Forget it, you don't need to tell me, I don't really want to know."

Occasionally, they also discuss humans in this foreign land.In a sense, the mages of Weishandi are also creatures that are far away from ordinary humans. Their magic power is connected to a higher-dimensional existence (being), like scooping water from the sea, absorbing those magic powers one by one For their own use, and as the price of "being allowed to draw water from the sea", they also need to shoulder the responsibility of keeping the world stable to a certain extent.

"You are a stone thrown into the water."

The Asian mage looked at him: "It's the kind of stone that tries to make itself appear transparent. Because it is transparent, it can't be seen from the outside of the tank, but the stone is a stone after all. Those who live in this tank of water Creatures can't tell the difference."

"Is not it good?"

"—that's good, but it's going to be harder."

Wang sighed: "I hate hard work."

During this year, Tony Stark attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, majoring in electrical engineering.

Lindell also visited this institution of higher learning by the way, probably because he came into contact with one of the few human beings with the best brains in the world at the beginning. Lindell himself is not very interested in engineering majors, and Tony's There is no reference opinion for professional selection.It is said that the child chose between me (meicalengineering) and ee (electricalengineering), and finally decided on the latter by flipping a coin.

In the past few years, the child's height has grown extremely fast, and he has reached Lindell's shoulders. In fact, in the eyes of most people, he has long been unable to use the word child to refer to him as a "genius boy".For example, he started drinking, or started dating one girl after another. Even Lindell's identity has changed from godfather to brother in the mouth of the other party. Stark buckled a black pot that couldn't be taken off.

When he heard him say that for the first time, Jarvis kept an inarticulate expression and restrained himself with difficulty.

"You have mixed emotions."

Lindell thought about it, and decided to ask directly: "I don't know what your mood means."

"I just feel like I've spent half my life helping Mr. Howard with this sort of thing."

The old British butler sighed: "I didn't expect that even in my later years, I would not be able to escape similar troubles."

The boy stretched his knuckles, and his eyes began to look at the cans of beer and red wine in the storage cabinet. Jarvis's temples were already turning white, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

The growth of human beings is really fast...

"Lindell, do you want to study some major?"

When not talking about girls, Tony would occasionally think of his immortal fairy friend: "I remember you said before that you missed a degree, and if you pay more sponsorship fees, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Then maybe I'll have to find Charles to get a diploma first."

Lindell shrugged: "And I have given up my plan to be a teacher now."

For a boy of this age, his observational acumen is several notches stronger than when he was a child.The spiritual span of goblins is different from that of humans, and under the youthful appearance is the same young heart.In these years, he has lived many related fantasy stories. Eight hundred bhikkhunis racked their brains to seek death because of their longevity. Orion, who fell in love with the moon god Artemis, was endowed with "immortality", but he still couldn't escape in the end. The ending of getting old, but the goblin is different from these stories.

They have completely different cores from humans.

The cognition and experience of long-lived species will continue to accumulate with the passage of time, and the memory is also functioning normally, and will not forget too much content, but the spirit will not become aging due to the passage of time, probably not much Years, the other party will become his peers on the soul level, not the elder who needed to stand on tiptoe when he was a child.

During this year, S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited another group of newcomers.

Lindell's department belongs to one of the branches of the War Department, and it is often used to deal with some difficult problems that ordinary people cannot understand, from the disputes of magicians to the human trafficking of goblins, and even the riots caused by mutants that the X-Men can't control. In the field of business, the loss rate of personnel is high and dangerous, and it has never been the first choice for new recruits.

With the attitude of "going to hang out at the workstation occasionally anyway", Lindell still went to their base.The newcomer stared wide-eyed after seeing him, and the blond goblin rubbed the back of his head to recall a bit, and also remembered who the guy in front of him was.

——The memorial hall of World War II, children who want to buy the same plastic shield as Captain America but don't bring enough money.

"You still owe me money."

"Why haven't you aged for so many years—"

The two spoke at the same time, and Lindell's words made some senior colleagues start to look at this newcomer who was said to be owed money when he started the job.

On the first day of employment, under the sight of the oldest member said to be, Philip Coulson, a newcomer to S.H.I.E.L.D., began nervously fumbling through his pockets to find some coins.

Agent Lindell Stark's information is not difficult to find. After all, the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s slingshot base is full of things made by another member of the same surname, Howard Stark. It is easy to find Lindell along Howard. Content.Philip Coulson was sitting in front of his computer, and was instructed by several senior colleagues to use his newly applied account to log in to the intranet.

"According to your agent level and scope of authority, you can check the contents of different permissions. The infrastructure of this intranet was written by Howard, so don't think about trying to override it in the system."

The senior said with experience: "Howard's firewall is very professionally written. We have recruited a few bold programmers from Yigao in the past, but they were warned halfway, deducting half a year's performance bonus and writing a review. .”

"...You are worrying too much, in fact, I am not very good at programming."

Coulson raised his forehead. He entered here after passing physical training and a series of special agent tests. It is not the same entry procedure as that group of technicians: "I am just a little curious... about Senior Lindell, I saw it when I was young." He's one side, but up to now he's..."

"Nothing has changed, right? This is already an open secret here. There are a few people in S.H.I.E.L.D., but Lindell is the most complicated one."

The senior patted him on the shoulder: "However, you probably won't be able to meet the task with that guy, his cooperation is very poor, there are not many people who can keep up with the rhythm, and most of the time, people have to give him Ending. 90.00% of Lindell Stark's mission records are single combat, or to cooperate with those mutants with super powers, it is difficult for ordinary people to touch him."

"What about the success rate?"

"It's close to [-]%, and he has been a seventh-level agent for so many years, because the eighth-level agent and above are required to lead subordinates."

The senior shrugged: "Many people have been working for so long and their tongues are trembling when talking to him."

"Why is this again?"

Coulson felt even more confused. Although he only met twice, Lindell did not give him the feeling that he was a difficult person to get along with during the two meetings.

"If everything you say to a person, the other person can judge whether it is a lie, whether it is a social rhetoric, whether it is with a purpose... All your little thoughts are invisible in front of that person, and that person even Can grab all your emotions, in this case, how much communication are you willing to have with him?"

The senior patted Coulson on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Think about it yourself."

After get off work that day, Coulson went to the Captain America Memorial.

As a die-hard fan of Captain America, he did not actually experience the era of gunfire in World War II, but this does not mean that he does not yearn for the hero who is active on the battlefield.He booked an annual ticket for the memorial hall, collected a full set of cards and commemorative stamps about Captain America, bought a stamp album to store these contents, and even kept a lot of early movie ticket stubs.

Years old fan, finally getting closer to his childhood male god professionally.

He was very familiar with everything in the memorial hall, but on the way to see the exhibition, Coulson suddenly felt a violent shaking of the ground. He ran outside with the flow of people, and saw a large mechanical equipment wreaking havoc everywhere.

An internal prompt from S.H.I.E.L.D. came from the uniformly distributed mobile phone, requiring all nearby agents to rush over to maintain order. The request was to clear an area for fighting and cooperate with the police to evacuate ordinary citizens in an orderly manner to prevent buildings from being destroyed. The aftermath of blocks and battles affects the innocent people around.

"Then who is responsible for defeating that guy?"

Coulson held the phone in one hand, and his position was very close to the core of the battle, and he could clearly see the flames spouting from the mechanical equipment: "I brought a gun, but it should be useless to that thing!"

"It was Stryker who escaped from prison, and his accomplices saw a good opportunity... Someone has already passed."

The voice on the phone was very steady: "Our ICBM, Lindell is already rushing to the scene."

Almost as soon as the words were finished, the agent with long blond hair appeared in front of the mechanical monster in a strong wind.The opponent's combat movements were very smooth. Lindell seemed to make some gestures, and then the robot could no longer maintain its own balance, and fell heavily, smashing a big hole in the ground.

[fracta]

Gravity operates, Lindell said.

He wears tactical goggles and cannot see his eyes from Coulson's angle, but he can still clearly make out the pair of pointed ears growing from the sideburns of his hair.

——Is it a mutant?

But every mutant should only have one kind of mutant ability. With the "spiritual speech", it should be impossible to...

Immediately afterwards, flexible vines broke through the concrete floor and rose up, layer by layer binding the giant robot in place.Lindell removed the cover of the engine with his bare hands, and put his fingers together on one arm, a strange brilliance flashed faintly on the sharp nails.He simply and rudely inserted his fingers into the still rotating high-heat machine. Accompanied by a series of mechanical destruction sounds and the unpleasant smell of diesel oil, the robot finally stopped moving.

"It's not a coincidence that you appeared. I just finished watching Tony's big homework this week. The only thing I remember is that the 'engine' is the power core of this kind of machinery."

Lindell shrugged; "Otherwise I'd have to take this thing apart completely to make it stop."

The running engine had just been forcibly broken, and the arm was intact except for the complete scrapping of the suit jacket. In Coulson's sight, Lindell changed from straddling the robot to standing upright, and took out his mobile phone I made a phone call: "Well, the task is completed, the machine is completely silent, there are probably a few people still at large, and you can figure out what to do about the rest."

"...That's why I said that the death penalty is not so much at the beginning, and the sentence is more than 300 years. In the end, he still wants to escape."

The rookie detective Coulson deeply praised the other party's complaint in his heart.