He's in Marvel, working behind the scenes.

But he had lost all will to fight him. He clenched his free left fist and punched him in the face, determined to kill him with one blow.

However, just before the fist was about to strike, Kyojuro also reached out his left hand and grabbed his left wrist tightly, preventing him from advancing an inch.

At the same time, he increased the force with his right hand, causing the blade to penetrate even deeper, sinking into the throat.

"How is this possible? He was about to die, yet he could still unleash such tremendous power!?" Akaza was shocked once again, his admiration for Kyojuro reaching an unprecedented level.

Whether it's physical strength, skill, willpower, or spirit... this man is exceptionally rare. If one could continue to spar and fight against him, one would surely make great progress and become the strongest.

Subconsciously, he wanted to invite the other person to become a ghost.

Before he could even open his mouth, a burst of gunfire rang out, and countless bullets struck his back... It was an attack launched by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had approached.

In fact, if it weren't for the fear of killing Kyojuro as well, the Quinjet fighters, which had already aimed their machine guns, would have fired.

"They resorted to despicable means!"

Akaza roared angrily, straining with all his might to pull his arm away so he could turn around and kill all those guys who only knew how to sneak up on others while they were fighting.

Knowing that if this guy escaped, everyone else would die, Kyojuro held on tightly, even using his breathing technique to contract his abdominal muscles as much as possible to prevent him from pulling out.

The bullets whizzed through his back, but didn't penetrate his defenses at all.

But the pain, as if a stone had been thrown at his back, made Akaza feel humiliated and even angrier.

"Damn it!"

Akaza, his body congested with blood, severed both of his arms to break free, turned and charged out, ready to tear these people to pieces.

Then, blinding light shone in.

Akaza felt unwell and raised his hand to shield his eyes, his body instinctively stopping.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes and drifting, a white SUV crashed into Akaza and sent him flying.

Akaza was unharmed, only flying five or six meters away, while the front of the SUV was deeply dented.

But the car's headlights, modified with high beams, shone directly on Akaza, blinding him.

“One after another, you broke in, you…”

Akaza shielded his eyes with one hand, pushed himself up with the other, and uttered angry words.

But before he could finish speaking, a fiery arc streaked across the night sky, and a cyborg wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt, whose body had been replaced by high-density metal, descended from the sky, his right leg cleaving down like a battle axe.

Dangerous!

The compass needle gave a warning, and a huge "danger" appeared in my mind.

Akaza did not hesitate and leaped out.

The next second, the tomahawk cleaved down, shattering the earth like tofu. The powerful impact created a strong wind that blew the S.H.I.E.L.D. special forces team twenty meters away off course, and even the Quinjet hovering above them shook, forcing them to climb higher.

"What is it this time!?"

Coulson raised his hand to shield his eyes from the strong wind, his gaze fixed on the center of the smoke and dust.

Fury, inside the Quinjet, was also watching intently.

The Quinjet's radar had detected the intruder a kilometer away five seconds earlier, but the intruder was too fast. Before he could give any instructions, the uninvited guest had already entered the battlefield.

"call out!"

Akaza transformed into a blur and darted into the crowd.

Just as everyone was shocked, thinking he was about to go on a killing spree, he turned around and ran away from behind.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the figure slowly rose, pointing his right hand in the direction Akaza had fled. Red light flickered in his palm, accumulating energy, which terrified the group of people watching.

Upon seeing this, the man frowned and lowered his arm.

"Whoo~"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the intruders were not indifferent to life and did not indiscriminately kill innocent people.

Coulson's tense heart relaxed, and he was about to step forward to ask about the situation when he heard a 'click' as the front door of the white SUV opened and two young men in casual suits and leather shoes got out.

One person had black hair and black eyes, and handsome features.

A person with gray hair and blue eyes, whose expression was lifeless.

"Gu Qing!?"

Upon seeing who it was, Coulson couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Hearing the exclamation, Gu Qing glanced at him, then looked at Yan Zhu, who was kneeling on the ground, bleeding profusely. Zhu Shi and Yu Shilang were injecting hemostatic and analgesic drugs into his body, but the effect was not ideal.

"Don't waste your energy, I'm beyond saving."

Kyojuro's voice was weak, as if he might die at any moment, but even so, he had a comforting smile on his face, wanting to comfort those who were saddened by his impending death.

"That's hard to say!"

After picking up the conversation, Gu Qing calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and then slowly walked towards Kyojuro.

"Mr. Gu Qing..."

Kyojuro looked at Gu Qing as she slowly walked over, a hint of apology on his face. "You don't need to comfort me. I know my own situation. But you... you gave me so much help on our first meeting, and I have no way to repay you."

"If I say you can still be saved, then you definitely can!" Gu Qing said domineeringly, walking up to Kyojuro and conjuring an injection syringe out of thin air in his hand. "This is a medical nanobio-agent. It will automatically repair the damage in your body. However, there is no anesthesia, so it will be very painful."

"I'm not afraid of pain!"

"That's good!"

"But there's no need to stubbornly persist!"

Gu Qing knocked Xingjulang unconscious with a karate chop, then injected the nano-bio-pharmaceutical into his body.

The wound is healing visibly.

[Ding! You have gained 1 Prayer Points!]

[Ding! You have gained 100 Prayer Points!]

[Ding! You have gained 1000 Prayer Points!]

[Ding! You have gained 12 Prayer Points!]

……

……

Gu Qing remained expressionless as he listened to the constant notification sounds in his mind.

He looked at Otto and said, "Take the man with you, let's go!"

After saying that, he looked at Tamayo and Yushiro, "You two should come along too!"

"Yes, boss!"

Otto came over, picked up Kyojuro, and was about to take him back to the car.

Tamayo nodded and followed behind.

“Gu Qing…”

Coulson blocked the car's path and asked, puzzled, "What does this mean?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the cyborg walking towards him from the side.

"What do you mean?"

Gu Qing couldn't help but laugh. He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and said with a smile, "I'm here to rescue my friend. Is there a problem?"

"Of course there's a problem."

Frey's voice came from afar.

Everyone looked over at the sound and saw a bald black man wearing an eye patch get out of a parked Quinjet fighter jet.

As he walked over, he said, "Putting aside their unregistered status as transmigrators, they must also be investigated and interrogated because of their involvement in the cannibalism case these past two months."

"Whoo~"

Gu Qing took a deep drag on his cigarette, then threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out, unable to resist a cold laugh, "It seems you haven't understood why I gave you that list?"

List?

intention?

People around looked over, puzzled.

Fury and Coulson seemed to have realized something, their expressions changing repeatedly.

“That is indeed a list of time travelers, and I have two reasons for giving it to you…”

Gu Qing slowly said, "Firstly, to let you know that transmigrators are not reckless and do whatever they want; secondly, to tell you that even those transmigrators who are not like the Vongola and those demons are not alone and can be manipulated by others."

Chapter 90 Having a powerful backer and still trying to intimidate others

The moon, in a pitch-black vacuum.

An elderly bald man with a disproportionately large head, dressed in ancient Greek-style clothing, was rapidly jotting something down in his notebook.

While taking notes, he muttered to himself, "Another transmigrator I've never seen before in the multiverse. This newly born universe has given me so many surprises!"

"Frog Picture, what exactly did you discover?"

A sound could be heard coming from the pitch-black vacuum environment.

The old man with the big head, known as Frog Diagram, didn't turn his head and continued copying, occasionally looking up towards the Earth.

"You old bastard..."

The speaker approached Frogtu; he was a strong man wearing a black bodysuit and a hood. Without him opening his mouth, a voice emanated from him, "You Observer race have constantly observed the multiverse across the seven heavens, witnessing birth and death. What haven't you seen? Why, then, have you felt this excitement from time to time this past year?"

The term "sky" refers to the process from the birth to the destruction of the multiverse.

Every cycle from birth to destruction is a celestial dome—named after the celestial dome because the origin of the multiverse comes from the death of the First Celestial Dome.

Since then, every time the multiverse is destroyed and restarted, it is a cosmos.