Lord of Thunder and Lightning

The tall man sat in the confinement room, the rolling thunder outside reached his eardrums, and his expression was even more ashen. He looked like a gambler who had lost all of his family's assets and owed a debt.

Coulson's face was anxious as he looked over to Madsan's side, he could never rest assured that this little princess of Ambra.

If it was any other capitalist giant, Fury wouldn't even care about them, but this one was different!

Not only because the other party was suspected to be the pilot of the 'Nightmare' mech, but most importantly, Embraer's current influence was too great!

When a company saves billions of people and indirectly affects the whole world, how high will its popularity be?

Even Coulson had a headache just thinking about it, and couldn't wait to be close to protect this little princess!

And Andre, who was nominally Madsan's personal bodyguard, didn't care. He was very self-aware that the Red Queen had sent him to protect Onii-chan, in a sense, just to let him block those men who were always thinking with their lower bodies.

As for other things, there was no need for him to meddle too much to prevent accidents from helping.

Shaking his head, he found a seat on the side for himself.

Madsan continued to observe the hammer in his hand with the 'Eye of the Broken Law', the Meow Hammer was now defenseless, like a little daughter-in-law who had been wronged, and could only cry and wail there.

The magic power was injected into it very smoothly, and Maniac Three felt as if he had a sense with the thunderclouds in the sky.

It was as if he was able to manipulate those thunderbolts in the underworld!

With a movement of his mind, Madsan realized that his spiritual energy was surging towards the Meow Hammer, and the thunderclouds were becoming more and more manic!

"Ka-ching! ~"

The ground not far from the temporary base was scorched by the lightning, and Madoka Magica's gaze condensed slightly as the lightning struck another location on the other side!

Madoka was speechless inwardly, she was already very serious in manipulating these lightning, but the power or accuracy was a bit out of her expectation.

Casually placing the Meow Hammer back on its pillar of earth, which could break apart at any moment, Madoka clapped her hands, and some of the lightning elements clinging to her "skin" immediately drifted into the air.

Considering the many factors, this weapon was not suitable for her to use, and the magic patterns carved on it were even more useless to her!

It was tasteless to eat, and it was a shame to discard it.

Thunder clouds churning in the sky, but unexpectedly calm a lot, before those from time to time appeared electric snakes are hidden, less a point of strange color.

Just as Coulson was about to breathe a sigh of relief and put an end to the fun, one of the black-clad agents quickly walked up to him and whispered a few words into his ear.

A slight frown creased his brow, "Any proof of a guarantor?"

"Yes, or the owner of the institute where we seized the instruments earlier."

Coulson's face did not change in the slightest when he saw Andre's group of people looking his way, after all, at a realm like his, the thing called face skin was already dispensable.

"It sounds like you guys had a little accident?"

Coulson turned his head, really not being able to figure out why this hybrid Missy had a London accent.

The black skirt was attached to the petite form, and while it was tempting to figure out how the other woman had picked up that hammer, now was clearly not the time to talk about it.

And even if he wanted to know, he couldn't learn from his previous consistent style, what exactly it was, Coulson could only hide his embarrassment by coughing.

For Ambra's little princess, it had to be coaxed properly to be able to do so

Seeing that Coulson stood still and pondered, and didn't reply, Madoka raised her head slightly, "If it's something confidential, it doesn't matter if you don't have to say it. I'm just simply a bit curious."

Coulson couldn't help but grin from the shadows when he heard "curious", this is the same young lady who came all the way to this shithole to raise a hammer because she was "curious".

This time "curious" he no longer want to internal vomit this big lady's personal preferences.

On his face, he naturally showed his trademark smile, "A little thing, not really a secret, the hole that was knocked open over there before."

Coulson pointed his finger towards the part of the temporary base that had just been repaired, and helplessly said, "There was a man who appeared to have had a bit of a drink and

came to us for a fight. I do think, though, that he has some mental illness."

"And now someone's coming for him?"

"You're smart."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Madsan smiled the same leathery smile, which made Coulson secretly embarrassed, but only just.

"Well, anyway, that's it, I'm going to go take care of this, you guys can walk around here as much as you want, and if you need anything you can ask the staff."

Madsan blinked, her burgundy eyes seeming to speak as if they could, "Let's just go check it out together, there's not much to see here anyway."

'It would be great if you could just drop by and leave!' Coulson thought in his mind but said with his mouth, "Not working on that hammer? In fact I thought you had a keen interest in it."

Madsan, who had already taken a few steps forward, half-turned around and gave him a puzzled look, "Why would you have that illusion?"

Andrei stood up and patted Coulson on the shoulder, "I've only heard of beauty and the beast, but I've never seen a maiden and a hammer. You know what I mean?"

Coulson looked up at this personal bodyguard of the little princess of Ambra, raised one eyebrow, and said, "I think I understand what you mean very well."

"Haha!" Andre laughed and patted the other side again, "Just call me Andre, don't be so formal."

Seeing Andre and the others who were walking towards the outside, Coulson's smile sunk slightly, he could analyze a lot of meanings just from that sentence just now.

But Coulson didn't really understand either, was this a casual remark, or was he going to overinterpret it?

After coming out from this temporary base, the black round toe leather boots were the first to step on the wet land, although it had just rained, because of the wind, the air in this place was not considered to be much good.

Not far away stood an old man with a slightly anxious look, his expression slightly weary, it seems to be a long years of late-night master.

He saw the temporary base out of the people, want to go forward, Coulson also just in time to meet up.

"Yes, he did have a little drink and there's a little problem here."

Dr. Shavig, the older man, explained in a whisper with a finger to his head.

Coulson was anxiously trying to get back to things and had no time for idle chatter with Shavig here. So he half-turned around, "Well, it would be nice if you came as his guarantor. But remember, this is a restricted military area, and it won't be so easy next time!"

Dr. Shavig immediately raised his head slightly, "Don't worry, there's absolutely no next time!"

"I hope so."

"That," Dr. Shavig's face showed some embarrassment, "Can you return the instruments you robbed and levied earlier to us?"