Chapter 2730: Star Core Rescue (27)

Mysterio operated the drone and fired the first laser beam cautiously. Of course, he had no other way. Otherwise, the space station would be destroyed, and everyone would die together.

Although Mysterio boldly concocted such a big conspiracy about the space station, he had never anticipated the current situation. For bomb disposal, he was

Yet Parker kept causing trouble there, one moment asking him to keep the laser straight, the next asking him to make a turn. Mysterio didn't dare not listen to him; after all, he was already exhausted from controlling the drones and had no energy left to observe the condition of the bomb.

Time passed second by second, and sweat kept dripping down from under Mysterio's helmet, falling from his eyebrows to his eyelashes, then dripping down along his beard, having already soaked the collar of his armor's lining.

02:15, the laser cut off a corner, and the floor could be pried up, proving that this plan could succeed.

01:59, the laser gently peeled back the floor along the right side.

01:01, the laser went around to the left side, and more than half had already been cut; now only the final finishing work remained.

00:35, the floor was completely cut open, the drones grabbed the four corners of the bomb, and the bomb slowly rose into the air.

00:20, with a bang, the space station's glass was shattered, and oxygen leaked out rapidly, but at the same time, the bomb flew out through the window.

00:15, Mysterio had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt something interfering with his control of the drones. The signal began to become intermittent, and the drones, which hadn't flown very far with the bomb, began to sway and lose control.

"No! It can't lose control at this moment!" Mysterio roared in his heart: "If it explodes at this distance, the space station won't be able to escape either!"

Mysterio flicked his cape and flipped out of the window, the drones carrying him as he flew toward the bomb. After getting closer, he felt the signal become clearer, so he hurriedly directed the drones to fly further away.

However, as soon as the drones left his range of about ten meters, the signal would become particularly unclear. Mysterio gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, the drones' power was pushed to the max, and he sped away into the distance with the bomb at top speed.

The people in the live stream, of course, didn't know he was using drones; they only saw Mysterio using mysterious energy to push the bomb as it flew further and further away, leaving the space station far behind, facing the dangerous bomb all by himself—it could simply be called the greatest feat of the century.

00:05, the bomb finally flew to a safe distance, and at this moment, Mysterio also discovered the culprit behind the signal interruption: it was a mass of mysterious gray mist.

But he didn't even have time to look closely; he turned and ran, but five seconds was simply not enough. The bomb exploded with a roar, and Mysterio's figure was blown backward.

In the last second before his vision went black, he saw a massive frigate slowly sailing toward the space station.

"Barke... Barke..."

A voice was constantly calling him.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in his vision. Beck felt his eyes hurting; he struggled to blink, wanting to avoid this light. A dry feeling came from his eyelids, some tears welled up, and after his eyelids were moistened, he finally succeeded in opening his eyes.

A black-haired doctor wearing glasses stood in front of his hospital bed, bending over and looking into his eyes; it was the flashlight in his hand that was flashing with an annoying light.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Beck wanted to reach out to block his eyes, but found he had no strength at all.

Fortunately, the doctor immediately retracted the flashlight, reached out and waved it in front of him, saying: "Justin Barke, do you still remember your name?"

"Damn it, 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 did you get such a serious injury? It's a good thing your colleague found you passed out in the utility room, otherwise you wouldn't have survived."

Beck finally remembered everything. The bomb exploded, and he hadn't been able to dodge it, but the drones he set up had an automatic defense function. Once they detected the owner had lost consciousness, they would take him back to the initial set point. It was the drones that dragged him back to the space station, allowing him to be rescued.

Beck felt his head aching a bit. He saw the doctor turn and adjust a button, and the pain lessened. He said: "Thank you, doctor, what is your name?"

"You can call me Schiller. I am your attending physician. God, your injury directly alarmed the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D. Agents searched the space station from top to bottom and still couldn't find out who injured you so severely."

Beck immediately shouted: "It was a monster, there was a monster, a flame monster was chasing me the whole time!"

"Indeed, some burns were found on your body." Schiller sighed and said: "Do you feel any discomfort? Think back carefully, are there any missing memories?"

Beck froze 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 information regarding the monster to S. H. I. E. L. D. They won't let you get injured for nothing."

Beck saw Schiller continue to examine him. Only then did he belatedly feel the pain in his arms, chest, and legs. He gasped and asked: "Am I injured very seriously?"

"Too seriously, so much so that S. H. I. E. L. D. specially approved a healing potion for you..."

"No, I'm not taking any potion!"

"It has already been administered. It's just a modified version for ordinary people; it needs a certain amount of time to take effect and will make you weak and powerless for a period of time, but don't worry too much, you'll be fine in a week."

Beck seemed to feel relieved instead. He said: "What about my friends? Are they okay?"

"They are much stronger than you; they weren't injured at all." Schiller shook his head and said: "However, some people suffered some mental trauma and are undergoing psychological treatment. You also have about three rounds of psychological counseling sessions..."

"I don't need any psychological counseling."

"Are you sure? I used to be Stark's psychiatrist. My asking price for him was 3 million dollars an hour."

"But I think I've also suffered some trauma."

Schiller laughed and said: "You are now the focus of people's attention."

Beck immediately became nervous, and then he heard Schiller say: "Because you are the one who was injured the most severely. If you hadn't survived, this major accident would have had its first fatality."

"In other words, the others are still alive?"

"Yes, thanks to the scientists. They calculated the safe orbit for the frigate to approach Earth at the fastest speed and successfully brought everyone out of the space station. Now the towing ship is dismantling the space station."

"What about the other half?"

"It has already landed safely in the sea. Now, China, the US, and Australia are responsible for the salvage and rescue. It has been confirmed that the lives of all staff are safe, but since many people requested to save data, they are still evacuating in order."

Beck let out a long breath. No matter what, the outcome of the matter was still considered satisfactory.

Afterward, he got his phone and discovered news that surprised him. It turned out that this damn evil robot, in order to show its deterrent power to humanity, had actually live-streamed everything that happened at the time, and the most commendable part was, of course, Mysterio's powerful strength and selfless spirit of dedication.

He is now the hottest superhero on Earth.

One could even say he is much hotter than veteran heroes like Spider-Man, Iron Man, and Captain America, because it has been too long since they last appeared, while Mysterio is currently the talk of the town.

Beck couldn't wait to share the good news with the members of his team, but Schiller said to him helplessly: "Sorry, you can't contact anyone but me right now. Even for me, this is a humanitarian handling measure specially approved by Nick..."

"Why?!" Beck asked, puzzled.

"Because S. H. I. E. L. D. is an intelligence organization, and you are the only person in this accident who witnessed the so-called monster with your own eyes. You know, before they thoroughly figure out what exactly is going on, they won't want this news to get out."

"They want to imprison me?!"

"Although I would like to say something like this isn't imprisonment, just treatment, as your psychiatrist, I have to tell you the truth: yes, you are currently under house arrest. You can't go anywhere except the hospital until they obtain enough useful information from you."

Beck wanted to hammer the bed hard, but he couldn't muster the strength. If he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have separated Mysterio from his true identity; otherwise, the public definitely wouldn't allow these damn agents to treat their hero like this!

"And unfortunately, compared to you, S. H. I. E. L. D. is more interested in that powerful mysterious person. Now they are spending a lot of energy investigating the so-called Mysterio, and you have almost been forgotten by them, so you might have to stay here for a long time."

Beck felt even more stifled. After a long while, he asked: "Is anyone guarding me?"

Schiller didn't answer, just stood up and walked to the door, opening it to show him. Unsurprisingly, there was a line of agents in the hallway.

Beck sighed in annoyance, then he looked at Schiller. Schiller spread his hands and said: "That's right, I'm locked in here with you, because in case you really say something about the truth, I am also a subject of confidentiality and likewise cannot leave."

"Alright, give me your phone. They want to announce on the internet that you didn't die, and this requires your account."

"How can they..."

"Obviously, they can do anything." Schiller seemed to be very used to it, took the phone from Beck's hand and said: "You'll have to get used to all this sooner or later; agents are just like that."

Beck felt somewhat powerless. He only had one arm that he could barely lift. Looking at Schiller's profile, he suddenly remembered and said: "Aren't you that doctor from that day???"

The doctor who looked at him with great contempt in the stands.

"That's right, it's me. But is this strange? S. H. I. E. L. D. only has me as a professional psychiatrist, so of course I have to do all kinds of work."

"But you also saw that monster..."

"I am an insider, so my testimony is invalid. The gentlemen in Congress won't believe the testimony of a psychiatrist employed by S. H. I. E. L. D. Only you can make them believe that the monster really exists."

Beck saw Schiller still curling his lips with slight contempt and saying: "Seriously, your performance that day was really pathetic. Do you know you looked like you were about to pee your pants?"

Beck widened his eyes and looked at Schiller in disbelief. Schiller turned to look at him and said: "That's right, they sent me here to have me weed out the alarmist parts of your testimony. Come on, if you worked at S. H. I. E. L. D. for a week—no, probably just three days—you would see monsters far more terrifying than that."

"Of course, you are an ordinary person, and we can't blame you too much, but it wouldn't be good if you were to exaggerate the monster into some world-ending disaster because you were making a fuss, causing panic. I will be keeping an eye on your testimony."

Beck gritted his teeth and roared at Schiller: "You just want to cover up the truth! You damn agents."

"Don't be impatient. Soon you will see what a truly damn agent is." Schiller smiled and opened the door.

Seeing Natasha walked in with an expressionless face.

"Justin Barke, or should I call you Quentin Beck? I am S. H. I. E. L. D. Level 8 Agent Seeing Natasha Romanoff. I am now here to interrogate you under the orders of the Director of S. H. I. E. L. D."

"But before that, we need to talk about you hiding your identity to sneak into the space station and becoming the head of software security engineering."