Chapter 220: Steve, why is there a green light above your head? (1)

Mar-Vell moved quickly, catching a flight back to the U.S. overnight.

With Josh's prior arrangements and the speed of the Boeing 707, she arrived in New Mexico in just seven hours.

She then found the spaceship she had hidden on Earth, traveled to the moon for reconnaissance, and returned directly to Austria—all in less than two hours.

She left Vienna at 10 p.m. and arrived at Neuschwanstein Castle at 7 a.m. the next day, just in time for breakfast.

Since she had traveled to Austria on a cruise ship, there was no time difference to adjust to. Aside from the two children, almost everyone was already up by 7 AM—Josh had maintained excellent daily habits ever since crossing over, except in a few special cases.

"It's confirmed. You were telling the truth!" Mar-Vell said as she sat down at the dining table, unfazed by everyone already eating breakfast. Without waiting for the servants to serve her, she grabbed a fresh baguette from the food cart and began munching while talking to Josh.

Despite being known as a weapon in the food world, a freshly baked baguette was actually quite fragrant and soft—something Josh rather enjoyed. (TL/N: Smooth~)

"What about your family? Have they said anything?" Josh asked with a grin.

"They did. They said what's lost is lost and there's no need to go out of your way to get it back. However, they also don't want outsiders to get their hands on it, so they told me to handle it as I see fit. If I can handle it, I should. If not, I should just pretend I never saw it. There's too much going on back home right now, and they don't have the manpower to send someone to deal with an old relic from the past," Mar-Vell said with a helpless shrug.

Josh immediately understood—right now, the Kree Empire was still engaged in a two-front war against both the Skrulls and the Nova Empire, while the powerful Shi'ar Empire loomed in the background. The Kree leadership simply did not have the resources to deal with the minor affairs of the distant planet Earth, so they left it to Mar-Vell to handle as she saw fit.

In fact, the fact that they had sent Mar-Vell—a half-scientist, half-reserve combat personnel—to carry out a bounty mission earlier was already a sign that the Kree Empire was stretched thin.

Their brief exchange left Carter and Margaret completely confused, although they could vaguely guess that it had something to do with Mar-Vell's civilization.

"So what are you going to do?" Josh asked.

"Nothing. Even though I confirmed their location, it's not the right time to take action without inside information," Mar-Vell replied with a shake of her head.

Josh studied her expression, deep in thought.

It wasn't that she couldn't take action—it was that she didn't want to.

Of course, this woman wasn't stupid. She had probably figured out his intentions and had no intention of making a move.

Josh had told Mar-Vell of Attilan's existence with the intention of using her as a tool to deal with them.

If the Kree Empire wanted to eliminate Attilan, they had two options: either send a fleet to bomb it into oblivion or dispatch elite forces—perhaps even Mar-Vell herself—to handle it.

If it was the first option, Josh had no way of getting involved, though he wouldn't suffer any casualties either.

But if it was the second option, especially in a scenario where the Kree let Mar-Vell handle it, then he would have room to maneuver.

After all, the Inhumans had a wide range of unique abilities and possessed advanced Kree technology, making them difficult to deal with.

This gave Josh a perfect excuse to offer his "help"—which meant gaining an opportunity to infiltrate Attilan.

A high-tech city on the moon was an incredibly tempting prize.

If he could take control of it and turn it into the headquarters of Ouroboros, that would be an ideal outcome.

Too bad Mar-Vell didn't take the bait...

"Sorry, Josh, Margaret. I won't be able to wait until your wedding. I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow at the earliest," Mar-Vell said after finishing a glass of milk, just as Josh regretted their missed opportunity.

"So soon?" Josh was surprised.

Carter and Margaret also looked at her in confusion.

Carter, for one, had already overcome her initial doubts after several sparring sessions with Mar-Vell. Their relationship had progressed rapidly and was on the verge of breaking through the final barrier.

Well, it seemed a strong woman could bond even through a good fight.

As for Margaret, although she hadn't known Mar-Vell long, she had formed a good impression of this straightforward and bold guest.

Hearing that Mar-Vell was leaving so soon and would miss her wedding, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Can't be helped. Things are urgent back home, and they're rushing me back!" Mar-Vell sighed. "Josh, inform your friend—we leave in three days!"

She didn't want to go back either. There were still so many delicious foods and fun things on Earth that she hadn't had time to enjoy.

But the orders of the Supreme Intelligence were absolute. She had no choice but to obey.

"Alright. How much cargo can your ship hold? I'll have my people get you some Earth specialties before you leave," Josh nodded. Since she was determined to leave, he had no reason to force her to stay. He might as well be generous about it—especially since Dracula was footing the bill.

"Thank you. My ship has about the same cargo capacity as your cruise liner, but it's not as comfortable to load. If you prepare about as much as your private jet can carry, that should be fine." Mar-Vell didn't refuse. To an ordinary human, that much cargo—even if it was just common food—was worth a fortune. But to a Kree elite like her, the value was insignificant. At worst, she could give Josh a few Kree gadgets before they left, like a shield generator.

Mar-Vell wasn't worried about handing over such technology because she believed the technological gap between the Kree and Earth was too great. Something like a shield generator belonged to an advanced civilization, and Earth's current level of technology would not be able to crack it—not for hundreds of years.

But what she didn't know was that Josh was an exception.

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