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Chapter 132 The Anti-Gravity Mystery

Highway 67 near Sterling.

A large truck with a highly sealed cargo compartment is driving smoothly on the road.

And next to it, several cars were escorting it.

Despite their unassuming appearance, they actually possess remarkable bulletproof and blast-proof capabilities.

"Reporting to headquarters, the 'chicken coop' is currently safe and is being transported at full speed."

"Headquarters received. Follow the 'little girl,' she will guide you."

"Understood, communication ended."

After temporarily disconnecting from the communication, the truck driver turned on the radio, wanting to listen to today's music.

The driver was slightly overweight, wearing a stylish baseball cap, and chewing gum.

His slightly curly hair had a brown sheen, clearly indicating that it had been dyed recently.

A black sedan gradually approached from the right rear and drove to the front of the convoy.

The truck driver stuck his head out of the window to check, and the truck driver then stretched out a hand and waved it a few times.

"Agent Mike, driving status normal," the truck driver said, picking up the walkie-talkie.

"Okay, Agent Mike, your paid leave can be approved after this is done."

A gentle voice came from headquarters.

"Hmph hmph hmph~" Following the music on the radio, Agent Mike sang softly, feeling incredibly relaxed.

I initially thought that transport missions like this would be more dangerous—

A loud "bang!" startled Mike, who quickly checked the situation.

Suddenly, the black sedan in front of them, carrying the "little girl," was overturned by something and flew to the side of the road.

No unusual traces could be found within sight.

"The little girl fell down in the car behind. You can send a delivery to help her."

Seeing this, Agent Mike abandoned his nonchalant attitude and immediately directed the other two cars in the convoy to move to his side.

Upon hearing the call, two larger black sedans appeared, flanking the truck from both sides.

If the attackers came from either side of the road, the car could immediately block the attack.

"Bang!" Another loud crash, and the car on the left was easily launched into the air, landing far at the back of the convoy.

Then came a loud "boom" explosion.

Agent Mike quickly brought up the holographic panel, which showed that his colleague in that car had lost contact.

There were still no unusual people or things within sight.

"Unknown attack encountered, repeated unknown attacks encountered..." Agent Mike said calmly into the communication device.

While reporting, he tried to move the car as far to the right of the road as possible.

Since the escort vehicle on the left was the first to be affected, it means that the attack was most likely launched from that side.

"Bang!" But the next second, the car on the right also flipped over.

The original convoy of four vehicles has now been reduced to just one large truck.

"Agent Mike, could you describe the specific details? For example, how was the attack carried out?"

On the other end of the communication line, the female agent was anxiously inquiring so that suitable support could be dispatched as quickly as possible.

However, her answer was "I don't know".

Indeed, Agent Mike saw nothing and had no way to answer.

"Holy crap! My car flew up...!"

Mike shouted as he gripped the steering wheel firmly.

The truck he was driving suddenly raised its head and stretched straight into the air.

Without superhuman strength, it would be very difficult to do this.

After the truck rose to a certain height, it stopped moving and remained suspended in the air.

This distance is just enough to kill the driver and shatter the metal outside the carriage.

"Oh dear, this is bad." Agent Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Aaaaaah!" The next second, with his desperate scream, the truck crashed to the ground.

Mike closed his eyes tightly, regretting that he had volunteered to make this trip.

He would never have become a truck driver if it weren't for the paid leave he would get later.

"Boom—!" The truck made a huge impact sound the moment it hit the ground.

Realizing he wasn't dead yet, Mike mustered his courage and opened his eyes.

If someone comes to rob him, as a special agent, he must stop them.

"Sir, it's you! You've come to save me!"

The person in front of me is carrying me, floating lightly in the air—

It was Qin Wuying, the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Qin Wuying had anticipated that something would go wrong with such an important shipment.

But to his surprise, the enemy wiped out the entire convoy without even showing their face.

"You've worked hard, Agent Mike. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Coulson patted Mike on the shoulder and handed him an energy drink.

The above scenes are all memories that Mike had after he was rescued.

"Some officers, I believe, knew our transport routes, which is why they were able to ambush us."

"You mean to say that there was a mole who leaked the information...?"

"Yes, I think that's the only explanation."

After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the small room.

After rescuing Mike, Qin Wuying immediately took him to the special response team.

"And what about you? You were there, you must have seen something, right?" Agent Melinda asked.

"Hmm," Qin Wuying nodded, "There's an excavator nearby, and some mercenaries who came to hijack the car."

That's pretty much all the information we could gather.

"Let's go, Mike, go on your paid vacation," Coulson said as he saw Agent Mike out the door.

"You know, this is a red-level transport mission, it's really a headache." Qin Wuying rubbed his temples.

"A red mission?" Skye tilted her head. "So what's the reward?"

"It's him." Coulson turned around, swiped his fingers a few times, and a figure appeared on the big screen.

"Professor Franklin Hall!" Agent Fitz and Agent Simonster exclaimed in unison.

"You know him?" Agent Ward asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, he was our dynamics professor in college, a nice guy," Fitz said.

At this point, both scientists looked worried and uneasy.

According to current information from S.H.I.E.L.D., Dr. Hall possesses a rather unique technology—

Its threat level is extremely high, which has made the doctor a target of various evil forces.

"We have to rescue him, right?" Simmons' voice was almost choked with sobs.

"Of course, that's a must. Let's set off immediately," Qin Wuying promised.

Because he had also seen the classified documents, he knew what Dr. Hall possessed.

It would be terrible if it fell into the hands of someone with malicious intent.

"But how do we even begin? The mastermind hasn't left any useful clues." Melinda shrugged.

"Who said there isn't?" Qin Wuying smiled slightly.

"I saw the model and license plate of that excavator."