[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

Therefore, the world essentially cannot stop for a moment.

In the human world, Hydra's bases are almost all over the world, making many organizations including S.H.I.E.L.D. exhausted, and on the mysterious side, there will always be such weird questions in an attempt to give the already chaotic enough The world adds bricks and tiles.

Fury is so busy that it is said that he can only sleep for four hours a day. Naturally, he has no time to solve the problem of coastal garbage in person. Instead, Agent Philip took the trip, followed by two young men carrying advanced testing equipment. When he saw Alphonse, he shouted excitedly.

"A living alchemist!"

One of them expressed surprise bluntly: "I really can't believe that there is magic in this world... Before I joined this project team, I never thought that occultism can still be effective in the 21st century."

The other person put on his gas mask with a sleepy expression and didn't want to talk. You must know that the current air quality is really unsatisfactory.The old garbage was fermented in the air for the second time, and it also brought algae and fishy smell, which were obviously marine organisms. Alphonse took out his mobile phone and reminded Stark to remember to give him his battle suit if he wanted to come to watch the fun Strengthen the air purification module.

"Most of the garbage is somewhat deformed due to the pressure of the seabed. It is conceivable that they have been in the sea for many years. At that time, the garbage discharge in the United States has not yet established a suitable standard, and the garbage released by coastal countries such as Japan also follows the same trend. The ocean current drifts here..."

The detectives quickly got busy, all kinds of analytical instruments were operating efficiently, and several young people wearing gas masks were writing calculations on their portable computers, performing their duties.

"It's okay if it's just ordinary garbage. I remember that some countries will put radioactive waste from nuclear power plants into the sea..."

The detective scratched his head in distress, and released a drone to detect whether there were radioactive landfill tanks marked with nuclear waste on the coastline.

"I remember that there is a $400 billion underground nuclear waste burial base in the United States."

Someone interjected: "It's a good thing they didn't throw it into the sea, but if that base is blown up, the whole of the United States will probably be ruined."

"Mr. Alphonse, what do you think?"

Philip asked very cautiously: "About the disposal of nuclear waste... I mean, let's just chat casually, before the young people find out the conclusion."

"Our magic has never encountered radioactive problems... But if it is the kind of item that constantly emits curses around, we may consider sealing it with different time flow rates. If it can't be solved, throw it into the sun."

The young man glanced at the garbage mountain on the coastline, and he probably had a guess in his heart: "If you want to ask questions about the destruction of the nuclear waste landfill base, we usually store such dangerous goods or special weapons in the In the imaginary space, there is no interference with the real world."

In other words, there is no need to worry about orthodox magicians causing disasters of the same level or more dangerous.

Coulson didn't continue to ask what the imaginary number space is, and kept a tacit silence about these awkward and invented words.He turned his head and looked at the sea pushed by the white waves again, and expressed his guess.

"Is there something in the sea... that is angry because humans put garbage in the ocean?"

"What is your level?"

Alphonse didn't answer directly.

"Level eight, Mr. Al."

The other side said.

"Probably the Atlanteans did it."

Alphonse also looked at the sea. A small area on the coastline that would not block his view was cleared. Under the tide, everything seemed to be calm as usual.

"That ethnic group lives underwater, and all the people master the mystery at the basic level, and occasionally communicate with magicians on land, but most of the residents should have never left the sea in their entire lives. Well, one of their crown princes once visited me Bought in store."

"So, this is a sign of their attack?"

Coulson's expression became serious: "How is their military level? Will it cause panic in a large area?"

"If someone keeps throwing rubbish at your door, you're going to want to throw the rubbish back."

Alphonse reached out his hand: "They have been quiet for thousands of years, and it's not too late to launch a war on land... Speaking of which, doesn't SHIELD have such a diplomatic strategy for intelligent creatures other than humans?"

"Actually, this strategy is the basis of our dealings with you, Monsieur Alphonse."

Coulson added: "Of course, you also belong to the human category... Clock Tower, Atlas Court, Wandering Sea, the first time I knew that there are so many different organizations, I really had a hard time. Surprised."

"That's it. If necessary, maybe you will need to contact the current king of Atlantis. But they are currently in a dispute over the throne, so you can temporarily consider building a few garbage treatment plants to show your sincerity."

Alphonse said indifferently: "As for the military level, they are a group that develops magic power and technology in parallel, but you have to believe that individual combat capabilities are definitely much stronger than ordinary humans... Creatures that can withstand the pressure of the seabed, skin Probably as strong as a nuclear submarine."

The agent's expression changed again and again, first because of the existence of a strange underwater kingdom, and later because of Alphonse's indifferent attitude.

"...you know that if there is a war, many people will die for it?"

He couldn't help asking.

"If you think about the level of trouble that humans will go extinct every day, it will feel that the war among humans is not so important."

The sea breeze blows curly golden bangs, revealing a pair of deep blue and green pupils.Coulson couldn't help turning his head to look at the alchemist who was standing upright beside him. He had read this person's information many times before taking over the work, and every time he read it, he was shocked.

A vain attempt to set off a war between the two clans in the world may bring the legendary angels and demons of the doomsday judgment; mediate disputes between magicians, and assist the magicians of the New York Temple to guard the dark dimension; The kingdom, and its crown prince who can decide the direction of the war...

"Al, you said you have no memory of your teenage years, what the hell is going on with that?"

Philip added: "Don't think that what you did to fool Stark can be used to convince me."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be aware of his transgression again, and touched the bridge of his nose: "Of course... If you think this is your own privacy, then..."

"Edelfelt is a famous jewel magic family in Finland, but there are often insurmountable steps between magicians and magicians. It takes an opportunity for a magician to explore the mysteries of magic."

The young man was not annoyed by these prying and speculations, and he answered fairly well: "And I didn't lie to Stark, I was abducted by goblins when I was a child. That experience brought some strange effects, including But not limited to leading me down the path of magic."

After a roar of the engine, the golden-red steel suit fell from the sky.Tony Stark's voice came from the speaker: "You have a good chat?"

"We are discussing the issue of garbage disposal."

Philip picked up the topic: "Alphonse said that his friends living in the sea hate humans dumping garbage at their doorstep, so they took some small revenge. Right? Alphonse."

"Considering that you said that this place is ridiculously dirty, I just sent a battle suit over here. It is not realistic to fly half of the earth in a short time."

Tony Stark exclaimed: "But the real scene is even more exaggerated than I imagined."

"What do you think?"

Alphonse tapped on the metal armor, and there was a clanging echo.

"I see a business opportunity. It's time to promote the clean energy of Stark Industries. By the way, the people in the weapon research and development department will be laid off and transferred, and a group of nuclear fusion technicians will be recruited."

Tony Stark talked eloquently: "If I donate money to build a few garbage disposal plants, will it reduce some pressure on your work?"

"On behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I want to thank you, Stark."

Coulson said sincerely that although Stark also caused a lot of trouble for S.H.I.E.L.D., at least this person was really straightforward when he donated money.

"What about you, Al?"

The golden-red battle suit put his hands on his hips: "I helped alleviate such a big problem, shouldn't you give me something to strengthen our friendship?"

"..."

I hope he doesn't come up with anything dangerous, thought Philip.

Tony Stark nodded his own reactor, hinting frantically.

So, after a long period of thinking, the well-known alchemist spoke slowly:

"...Since we have solved the problem of Atlantis... I'm going to get you a ticket for the Siren Singer's concert?"

Stark, who has never heard of the concert: "???"

Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. who understands what kind of mythical creature "Siren" is: "...??"

The author has something to say: The $400 billion underground nuclear waste burial center is real. There is such a place in the United States.