PFC Chapter 2741 Star Core Rescue (27)
Chapter 2741 Star Core Rescue (27)
Chapter 2741 Star Core Rescue (Twenty-Seven)
Mysterio operated the drone and carefully fired the first laser. Of course, he had no other choice, otherwise the space station would be destroyed and everyone would die together.
Although Mysterio was bold enough to weave such a big conspiracy about the space station, he never anticipated the current situation. When it comes to bomb disposal, he is a complete amateur, and no amateur can remain calm when facing such a situation.
But Parker kept making trouble, asking him to keep the laser straight and then turning a corner. Mysterio didn't dare to disobey him. After all, he was already tired from controlling the drone and had no energy left to observe the condition of the bomb.
As time passed, sweat continued to drip from under Mysterio's helmet, falling from his eyebrows to his eyelashes, and then dripping down along his beard, soaking the collar lining of the armor.
At 02:15, the laser cut off a corner and the floor was able to lift up, proving that the plan could be successful.
01:59, the laser gently peels back the floor along the right side.
At 01:01, the laser moved around to the left side and most of the side had been cut. Now only the final finishing work remained.
At 00:35, the floor was completely cut open, and the drone grabbed the four corners of the bomb, and the bomb slowly rose into the air.
At 00:20, with a bang, the glass of the space station was broken and the oxygen was lost rapidly, but at the same time, the bomb flew out of the window.
00:15, the mysterious man just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he felt something interfering with his control of the drone. The signal began to become intermittent, and the drone, which was carrying the bomb and had not flown far, began to shake and lose control.
"No! We can't lose control at this time!" Mysterio roared in his heart: "If it explodes at this distance, the space station will not be able to escape!"
Mysterio waved his cloak and climbed out of the window. The drone carried him towards the bomb. When he got closer, he felt the signal was clearer, so he hurriedly commanded the drone to fly farther.
However, as soon as the drone left his range of about ten meters, the signal became extremely unclear. The mysterious man gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, the drone started to run at full speed, and he rushed towards the distance with the bomb at the fastest speed.
Of course, the people in the live broadcast room didn't know that he was using a drone. They only saw the Mysterio using mysterious energy to push the bomb farther and farther, leaving the space station far behind and facing the dangerous bomb alone. It was simply the greatest feat of this century.
At 00:05, the bomb finally flew to a safe distance, and at this time the mysterious man also discovered the culprit of the signal interruption, which was a mysterious gray mist.
But he didn't even have time to take a closer look. He turned around and ran, but five seconds was not enough. The bomb exploded and the mysterious man flew backwards.
At the last second before his vision went black, he saw an enormous frigate slowly approaching the space station.
"Balk... Balk..."
A voice kept calling him.
Suddenly a bright light appeared in his field of vision. Baker felt pain in his eyes. He blinked hard to avoid the light. A dry feeling came from his eyelids and some tears welled up. After his eyelids were moistened, he finally succeeded in opening his eyes.
A dark-haired doctor wearing glasses stood in front of his bed, bending over to look into his eyes. It was the flashlight in his hand that was flashing an annoying light.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Baker wanted to cover his eyes with his hands, but found that he had no strength at all.
Fortunately, the doctor immediately retracted the flashlight, waved his hand in front of him and said, "Justin Balke, do you remember your name?"
"Hell, of course, where am I now?"
"You are in the hospital." The doctor sighed and said, "It's really strange. Everyone else is fine, so how could you be so seriously injured? Fortunately, your colleague found you fainted in the utility room, otherwise you would be dead."
Baker finally remembered everything. The bomb exploded and he couldn't escape. However, the drone he set up has an automatic defense function. Once it finds that the owner has lost consciousness, it will take him back to the original set point. It was the drone that dragged him back to the space station and rescued him.
Baker felt a headache. He saw the doctor turn around and adjust a button. The pain subsided. He said, "Thank you, doctor. What's your name?"
"You can call me Schiller. I'm your attending physician. Oh my God, your injury has alerted the director of SHIELD. The agents searched the space station but couldn't find out who injured you so badly."
Baker immediately shouted: "It's a monster, there is a monster, a fire monster is chasing me!"
"Indeed, some burns were found on your body." Schiller sighed and said, "Do you feel any discomfort? Think carefully, do you have any missing memories?"
Baker stood there and thought carefully. His brain was a mess and he couldn't remember anything, but he still said, "No, I'm fine."
"That's good. This ensures that you can provide all the information about the monster to SHIELD. They won't let you get hurt in vain."
Baker saw Schiller continue to examine him. Only then did he feel the pain in his arms, chest and legs. He took a breath and asked, "Am I seriously injured?"
"It's so serious that SHIELD has specially approved a healing potion for you..."
"No, I don't take any potions!"
"I've already taken the shot, but this is a modified version for ordinary people. It will take some time to take effect, and it will also make you weak for a while, but don't worry too much, it will be fine in a week."
Baker seemed relieved. He said, "What about my friends? Are they okay?"
"They are much better than you. They are not injured." Schiller shook his head and said, "But some of them have suffered some mental trauma and are receiving psychological treatment. You have also had about three rounds of psychological counseling courses..."
“I don’t need any counseling.”
"Are you sure? I used to be Stark's psychiatrist, and I offered him $300 million an hour."
“But I think I was a little bit stimulated.”
Schiller laughed and said, "You are the focus of people's attention now."
Baker immediately became nervous, and then he heard Schiller say: "Because you are the most seriously injured one. If you don't survive, this major accident will have the first death."
"Does that mean the others are still alive?"
"Yes, thanks to the scientists. They calculated the safe orbit for the frigate to approach the earth as quickly as possible and successfully took all the people out of the space station. Now the tractor is dismantling the space station."
"What about the other half?"
"It has landed safely at sea. China, the US and Australia are now in charge of salvaging and rescue operations. It has been confirmed that all staff members are safe. However, many people have requested rescue materials, so they are still being evacuated in order."
Baker breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, the outcome was satisfactory.
Afterwards he got his mobile phone and found some surprising news. It turned out that this damn evil robot had broadcast everything that happened live at that time in order to show its deterrent power to humans. The most commendable thing of course was Mysterio's powerful strength and selfless dedication.
He is now the most popular superhero on earth.
It can even be said that he is much more popular than veteran heroes like Spider-Man, Iron Man and Captain America, because it has been too long since their last appearance, while Mysterio is very popular.
Baker couldn't wait to share the good news with his team members, but Schiller said to him helplessly: "Sorry, you can't contact anyone except me now. Even I am a humanitarian measure approved by Nick..."
"Why?!" Baker asked puzzled.
"Because SHIELD is a secret agency, and you are the only one who witnessed the so-called monster in this incident. You know, they don't want the news to spread before they find out exactly what happened."
"They want to lock me up?!"
"Although I really want to say that this is not detention but just treatment, as your psychiatrist, I have to be honest with you. Yes, you are under house arrest now. You can't go anywhere except the hospital until they get enough useful information from you."
Baker wanted to hammer the bed hard, but he had no strength. If he had known this, he should not have separated Mysterio from his true identity. Otherwise, the people would definitely not allow these damn agents to treat their hero like this!
"And unfortunately, SHIELD is more interested in that powerful mysterious man than you. Now they are spending a lot of energy investigating the so-called Mysterio, and you have almost been forgotten by them, so you may have to live here for a long time."
Baker felt even more depressed. After a while, he asked, "Is anyone watching me?"
Schiller didn't answer, but stood up and walked to the door, opening it for him to see, and not surprisingly, there were agents lining the corridor.
Baker sighed in frustration, then he looked at Schiller, who spread his hands and said, "Yes, I will be locked up here with you, because if you really tell the truth, I will also be kept confidential and cannot leave."
"Okay, give me your phone. They want to announce on the Internet that you are not dead, and they need your account number."
“How could they…”
"Obviously, they can do anything." Schiller seemed to be used to it. He took the phone from Baker's hand and said, "You have to get used to it sooner or later. That's how agents are."
Baker was a little weak. He could only lift one arm. Looking at Schiller's profile, he suddenly remembered and said, "Aren't you the doctor that day???"
It was the doctor who was looking at him with contempt in the stands.
"Yes, it's me, but is this weird? I'm the only professional psychologist in SHIELD, so of course I have to do whatever it takes."
"But you also saw the monster..."
"I am an insider. My testimony is invalid. The gentlemen in Congress will not believe the testimony of a psychiatrist employed by SHIELD. Only you can make them believe that monsters really exist."
Baker saw that Schiller still curled his lips slightly in contempt and said, "Honestly, your performance that day was really poor. Do you know that you looked like you were about to piss yourself?"
Baker's eyes widened, looking at Schiller in disbelief. Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Yes, they sent me here to remove the surprising parts of your testimony. Come on, if you work at SHIELD for a week, no, just about three days, you will see much more terrifying monsters than that."
"Of course, you are an ordinary person, so we can't blame you too much. But if you make a fuss out of nothing and exaggerate the monster into some kind of world-destroying natural disaster, causing panic, that would be bad. I will keep an eye on your testimony."
Baker gritted his teeth and yelled at Schiller, "You just want to cover up the truth! You damn agents."
"Don't be impatient, you will soon see what a real damn agent is." Schiller opened the door with a smile.
Natasha walked in with an expressionless face.
"Justin Balk, or should I call you Quentin Beck, I am Natasha Romanoff, a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I am here to question you on the orders of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"But before that, we need to talk about how you concealed your identity and sneaked into the space station, and became the director of software security engineering."
Double Room of Xiti and Schiller