Chapter 946 I am here to save you, the origin of the Inhumans?

Airbus, interrogation room.

Aaron, Coulson, and Sif were sitting at the table, and opposite them was the Kree with his hands handcuffed.

"I'm here to save you." The Kree spread his handcuffed hands with some exhaustion, without any sense of being a prisoner.

"Is that why you attacked me, Kree?" Sif asked, staring at him unkindly.

"Let me be clear, ma'am, you attacked me first." The Kree felt inexplicably wronged, "I just arrived on Earth not long ago, and you found me.

You didn't give me any chance to explain and just started doing it.

I even had the illusion that I had hurt you before, but I have never offended a woman on my own initiative.

I had to wipe your memory to prevent you from tracking me, is that wrong in self-defense?

By the way, how did you find me? "

"You are not qualified to ask questions, Kree." Sif slammed the table and said, "Don't talk."

"This request is a bit too much." Aaron's eyes twitched. "We have a lot of questions to ask him. If we don't let him talk, do we have to rely on telepathy?"

"We do need him to talk," Coulson added bitterly.

"I can prove that I am not a threat to you." The Kree said, and then emphasized again, "I am here to save you, give me my short stick..."

"It's the Kree indeed." Sif interrupted coldly, pointing her sword at him, "Weapons are needed to make a point."

It seems like you are the one holding the weapon now!

The Kree was speechless and turned to look at the owner of the plane, "My short stick can restore her memory. Doesn't this prove my upright intentions?"

"Once I'm sure the short stick has the effects you said, I'll consider it." Coulson said, "What's your name?"

"Van Dake, I will earn your trust."

The three left the interrogation room and came to the laboratory.

Fitz and Simmons were using instruments to test Van Dyke's short stick. The scanned data was transmitted to the computer, and the two frowned at the same time.

"No valuable information can be detected." Simmons said in a deep voice, "From the appearance and test results, this is just an ordinary... iron rod."

"It can't cause amnesia," Fitz added. "At least it didn't work on us. It may have biometrics, so it only works when the stick is in the owner's hand."

"Not necessarily." Skye crossed his arms and looked at Aaron meaningfully, "I saw him hit you with that short stick with my own eyes, but your memory is not lost."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes fell on Aaron.

"Well... there are some reasons, but can I not explain?"

"No." Sif stared at him closely and asked bluntly, "Why didn't you lose your memory? Are you cooperating with the Kree?"

"Sif, don't talk nonsense!

Forget it, since you have lost your memory, I won’t argue with you.”

"Please answer my question."

"Okay!" Aaron said helplessly, then raised his hand to straighten his collar, "Does my clothes look... handsome?"

"Cool." Fitz said very frankly, "This trench coat robe is an exclusive design at first glance. It seems to be suitable for any occasion. It is definitely not cheap."

“There is vision, but it’s more than that.

This clothing is windproof, waterproof, fireproof and dustproof, warm in winter and cool in summer, and can be worn all year round. You can’t afford it even if you work all your life, even if you add up your pension.”

"That doesn't seem to be the point!" Mei rolled her eyes speechlessly, "What we want to know is why you didn't lose your memory, not to show off your wealth."

"Hasn't my explanation been clear enough?" Aaron said seriously.

"Huh? You don't mean this dress?" Coulson asked doubtfully.

"What else? This is a divine weapon.

It took me a lot of time to transform it into a piece of clothing that is high-end, classy, ​​low-key, luxurious and has connotation, which can better bring out my unique temperament.

When you came to me, I had just completed this masterpiece of my life.

This takes up too much of my energy, so I just want to rest at home.”

"Artifact? Like Thor's hammer?" Mike asked with interest.

"About the same!" Aaron said modestly, "This dress is no worse than Mjolnir."

"Impossible." Sif blurted out, "Mjolnir was taken from the core of a planet. It was forged by the Dwarf King himself. It is a divine weapon belonging to the God of Thunder."

Click! Click!

Aaron blinked, then cleared his throat and introduced: "The predecessor of this piece of clothing is the armor of one of the eight ancient immortal gods. It was personally modified by Aaron Gaius, the greatest alchemist in the future. It will also be a family heirloom of the Gaius family."

Everyone:......

After a few seconds, Coulson's voice broke the awkward atmosphere, "How to prove it?"

"You don't believe me? You don't believe me?

Coulson, I always thought we were friends, and I even saved your life!"

Coulson looked away with a guilty look on his face. "It's not that I don't believe you, but...shouldn't you prove this?"

Aaron rolled his eyes and turned to look at Sif, "Can I borrow your sword?"

Sif immediately understood his thoughts, "Shouldn't you take it off first?"

"No, it's safer to wear it."

Sif nodded slightly and handed the sword in her hand to him.

Aaron threw the sword upwards, then stretched out his right hand, waiting for the sword to flip and fall.

Under the gazes of everyone, the sharp sword blade created some sparks on Aaron's clothes and then fell steadily to the ground, but his clothes did not show any signs of damage.

"Do you believe it now?" Aaron said with a hint of pride, "The armor of the immortal god has been modified to have maximum defense. From now on, I can ignore bullets and shells."

"That's not as good as Mjolnir." Sif said somewhat unconvinced.

“Mjolnir grants the holder the power of the god of thunder, while this garment of mine grants the wearer physical strength comparable to that of the Sub-Father.

It is no exaggeration to say that wearing this suit, ordinary people can fight Hulk in a one-on-one fight."

"Is this true?" Skye said in disbelief.

"Of course it's true. I can only say that you don't understand the value of the immortal god. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to keep this dress as a family heirloom."

"I have a question. Where did you get the armor of the immortal gods?" Coulson asked curiously. If there are eight immortal gods, then there should be eight sets of armor. This is more cost-effective than Stark's Mark armor.

"You have to ask Slytherin about this." Aaron said nonsense seriously, "He is my good friend and the ruler of the planet Bohart.

He bought the Immortal God's armor for me, hoping that I would have some ability to protect myself on this troubled planet."

"You have a friend who rules a planet?" Coulson opened his mouth with difficulty, "This joke is not funny at all."

"He's not kidding." Sif seemed to have remembered something, "Slytherin's wealth is comparable to that of an advanced civilization, and he did buy the planet Bohart, which will be the food base of the entire universe.

Many civilizations have reached cooperation with him, including Asgard.

If it were him, he might actually be able to buy a divine weapon, although basically no one would sell it."

"This... is really surprising!" Coulson said unnaturally, "Who is that Slytherin? How do you communicate with him?"

"I refuse to answer this question." Aaron said unhappily, "Coulson, you are an agent, but you cannot interrogate me."

"Curious, purely curious." Coulson laughed and tactfully didn't ask any more questions.

"Tsk! Now you know why I didn't lose my memory?

My advice is to give the baton back to Van Dyck and let him try it."

"Isn't this too hasty?" Skye frowned and said, "Give the weapon back to him, who knows if he will hurt Sif?"

“First of all, he is on our territory, it’s impossible for him to kill his way out with just one weapon!

Secondly, with so many of us watching him, he would have to have a chance to do anything!

Secondly, Sif is an Asgardian, so she will be fine even if she gets hit by another hammer.

Lastly, and most importantly, I've done some research on micro-expressions, and I've discovered that everything he's said from the time we met him until now is true."

"You mean he didn't lie to us?" Skye's face twitched slightly, and he said in disbelief, "He said he came to save us."

"It's best not to believe what the Kree say," Sif said. "The Kree are notorious in the universe. Before they kill people, burn cities and exterminate their clans, they will always say, 'I'm here to save you.'"

"The Kree people do not have a good reputation, but who can say that there is no good person among them?" Aaron asked. "Also, no matter what you think of Van Dack, Sif, he is the only one who can restore your memory now."

"Do you have any other ideas?" Coulson asked hesitantly, "You restored Barton and Bucky's memories."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly and said, "Don't be ridiculous. It's because I helped them restore their memories that my sheep charm is gone."

Using magic to help Sif restore her memory is a last resort. Now, why should Van Dack take the risk when he can just give him a short stick?

"Sif, what do you think?"

"You can try." Sif said simply, and Coulson went with the flow and asked Mike and May to bring Van Dack over.

"Tell me how to use the baton, Cree."

"I have a name," said Van Dyck, speechless. "The short stick only works in my hands."

"Biometrics! We all know that." Aaron handed the short stick to him directly, "Okay, please start your performance."

Van Dack paused, as if he didn't expect these people to believe him so easily.

"She needs to cooperate."

"Me?" Sif pointed at herself, made a sword flower and snorted, "Okay! How do you say we can cooperate?"

"It's simple. Just don't move." Van Dyck walked towards Sif, fiddling with the dial on the bottom of the short stick.

The moment he got close, he suddenly attacked and stabbed Sif in the abdomen with a stick.

clang!

After a successful strike, Van Dack immediately let go of the short stick and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Talking is useless, seeing is believing."

"Sif, do you remember?" Coulson asked.

"Yes, I have recovered my memory.

I am Lady Sif of Asgard, son of Kor and friend of Aaron."

After saying that, Sif punched Van Dack in the face, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Asgardians, no wonder!"

“Yeah, we don’t trust the Cree, that’s why I’m here.

Heimdall saw a Kree descend upon your world, and Odin ordered me to bring him back."

"So you're here to cause trouble?"

"We know the history of the Cree and have to be concerned."

"In that case, you must have heard of the legend of Terrigen's mutation."

"Mutations?"

Aaron murmured, and then his eyes lit up.

If nothing unexpected happens, 'Terrigan Mutation' is his mission and the origin of the Inhumans.

"Tell me more about the Terrigen mutation."

“Long ago, the Cree waged a long war.

The casualties were heavy, and they needed more warriors, so the Kree landed on various planets and mutated the local natives to help them fight. "

"Yes, the Earth is one of them."

"The blue angel descended from the sky."

Skye whispered, his face turning pale.

Reina said that the obelisk was left by the blue angel that fell from the sky to select qualified people for evolution.

But now it seems that the Kree are not angels at all, but pure demons.

"Warriors? I'm afraid they are just cannon fodder!" Mei said.

"No, to be exact, it's a killer, a powerful killer." Van Dack said, "An evil faction of the Kree has modified the DNA of other creatures, and these modifications can be activated by Terrigen crystals."

"We know these torturous experiments failed."

“Those on other planets have failed, but not on Earth.

We had to stop the experiments here. These people have built a city and brought the prophet with them. The crystals are stored inside.

Our more decent compatriots discovered and thwarted their plans, bringing an end to that dark period in history.”

"The origin of the Inhumans." Aaron couldn't help but sneer, "So that's what it is, the product of genetic experiments by evil aliens.

In a sense, the Kree are the creators of the Inhumans, but I don’t know whether these creatures will be loyal to their creators.”

Everyone looked at Skye at the same time and chose to remain silent tacitly.

“When I saw an ancient signal being triggered, I knew it had to be a prophet.

If the Kree Empire learns that these experiments have been successful, they will likely start the experiments again."

"Then why did you come to Earth?" Skye asked nervously.

“These mutants are abominations.

I knew I had to find the rest of the Prophet and erase all traces of it before more monsters mutated and were born."

"Do you know where the Prophet is?" Coulson asked.

"I know. It's right here. If we leave, we can get there by tonight at the latest."

"How many prophets are there?" May asked.

"Enough to create an army."