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In March, the cherry blossoms bloom everywhere, perfectly capturing the essence of Island Nation. When it comes to cherry blossoms, Island Nation is among the top countries in the world, attracting countless visitors each year who come to admire their beauty.
However, during this beautiful season, which brings significant revenue to Island Nation, few people are showing interest. Aside from those who are carefree, most have either left or canceled their plans to visit Island Nation for cherry blossom viewing.
Tokyo, American Embassy.
A convoy of standard bulletproof vehicles slowly drove into the parking lot. Moments later, agents from the Secret Service orderly disembarked from the cars.
“There are cherry blossoms here too!” Chen Fan exclaimed, accompanied by Maid Sister, as he looked up at several cherry trees beside the parking lot.
Under the streetlights, pink petals drifted down with a faint fragrance.
“Silphy, do you know how many centimeters per second cherry blossoms fall?” Chen Fan spread his hands and gazed at the pink petals landing in his palm, recalling a popular work from his previous life that had tormented many couples on Earth.
His innocent tone caught the attention of a few nearby. Peter stared blankly at the falling petals; could this even be calculated?
The size of the petals, local climate, wind speed, and spatial mass all influence the speed of their descent.
“It’s five centimeters!” Chen Fan continued to himself, his youthful voice tinged with a hint of sadness. “A cherry blossom falls at a speed of five seconds. A rocket travels towards space at one kilometer every five seconds, while a snow train might delay at a station for ten minutes… Each passing second can change so much, just like how my encounter with Silphy might have quietly happened during the time a cherry blossom fell!”
“Master!” Silphy beamed with a sweet smile. His words were elegant and beautiful, perfectly fitting the current atmosphere.
Peter, who was seriously calculating the time it took for cherry blossoms to fall each second, nearly choked on his own thoughts. What was this sudden wave of dog food? It was far too unexpected!
Coulson twitched his lips and said with a slight tremor in his voice, “Everyone should head to the cafeteria for a meal first. After that, get a good night’s rest; we’ll start implementing our plan tomorrow.”
Being an agent is known to have one of the highest ratios of single individuals; this unexpected display of affection had filled many unsuspecting hearts.
"I'm so full, I won't eat anymore. You all take your time!" Natasha glanced at the couple in the corner surrounded by a pink atmosphere and muttered discontentedly, "An old cow eating tender grass!"
The others exchanged glances, suddenly feeling their stomachs swell, with no intention of continuing dinner.
"Silphy, let's go eat!" Chen Fan snorted lightly, intentionally throwing out some dog food to see if anyone was afraid.
Surrounded by a group of single folks, mostly rough men and older women, Chen Fan couldn't maintain a good mood, especially with a Spider-Man among them who always picked on him, low in emotional intelligence and always looking for trouble. It was truly exasperating.
Watching the intimate couple walk into the embassy, Peter's face turned pale as he gazed at the slowly falling cherry blossom petals. In a daze, he recalled a pretty face and then shook his head, letting out a silent sigh.
What was Mary Jane doing right now?
That pretty face lingered in Peter's mind but never belonged to him because she was his best friend's girlfriend!
"Peter, what are you feeling sentimental about?" Rob approached Peter with a huge luggage bag, his palm as big as a fan resting on Peter's frail shoulder. "I bet you're thinking about your girlfriend!"
Such a direct self-questioning left Peter at a loss for words. Should he really tell him that he was thinking about his best friend's girlfriend?
No way! Even if it killed him, he wouldn't dare say that. He rolled his eyes, his face showing a bitter expression. "It's nothing. Just suddenly feeling like I want to be in a relationship!"
"Uh, you take your time being sentimental!" Rob's hand holding the luggage bag stiffened slightly. He had something to say about Mabapi but wasn't sure if it would come out. He had already eaten enough dog food; he wasn't going to partake in this meal!
Cherry blossom petals surrounded by a pink atmosphere inevitably stirred emotions in people's hearts. No matter who found themselves in such scenery, they couldn't escape that hurdle.
That night, countless people felt anxious as they looked at the fragmented moon. No one could shake off the feeling of oppression; no one knew if the Earth would suddenly be destroyed after dawn.
The Island Nation Special Response and Abnormal Handling Intelligence Agency faced the most significant and troublesome mission in its history.
Confronted by a monster capable of devastating the moon with a mere flick, no strategy or method seemed effective. Beyond the threat posed by the creature, the entire nation was under immense pressure from countries around the world, especially since the monster had made its home in the territory of the Island Nation.
"Why the hell does that damned thing have to stay in our country?"
In the conference room, the leadership of the Island Nation gathered, each face familiar from television or newspapers, representing the authority concentrated in this very moment.
"Who knows?" someone shrugged, expressing helplessness. "What we need now is to deal with those agents and bounty hunters drawn here. These reckless individuals could cause chaos if they go wild!"
"There's no need to worry about that. We've already communicated with other governments regarding this situation. Countries are currently dispatching Super Soldiers to respond to this global crisis!" said a middle-aged man seated at the head of the table.
This was no longer a matter of one country against another or internal strife; there was no reason to act recklessly when facing a monster capable of destroying the moon.
"What are America’s plans?" someone asked.
In the minds of many, America was a place where superheroes and supervillains roamed freely. In previous years, people had taken pleasure in this fact, but now a sense of envy began to emerge.
Whether they were criminals or heroes, when facing a common enemy, everyone united against it.
There was no reason to fight amongst themselves when the world was on the brink of destruction; losing everything would mean losing it all!
"Do they have any confidence in eliminating that monster?"
Everyone exchanged glances; this was an answer everyone wanted to know. As long as the monster lived, people around the world would remain uneasy.
"There has been no response on that front," sighed the middle-aged man at the head of the table. He too desired a definitive answer.
"They have the Sentinels, S.H.I.E.L.D., Magneto, and all those powerful figures, right?" Someone pounded the table in frustration. When it came to causing chaos, one or two of them would make headlines, but when it was time for serious matters, no one stepped up.
"However, they have dispatched three Super Soldiers here and sent several Level 8 agents. They should be able to accomplish something. For now, let's keep an eye on the situation!"
"Well, that's all we can do. The only ones we can rely on are the Onmyoji, but the target isn't something like a ghost or monster. The talismans and formations won't work against that creature at all."
Another round of deep sighs filled the room.
"Why did that creature choose to become a teacher at a high school?"
"Probably out of its own twisted sense of humor. As long as it can abide by the agreement, it's not too difficult to keep that creature confined to a certain area. It's better than letting it run wild; at least we can gather more targeted intelligence!"
"What about the conditions it proposed?"
"Send a bunch of defenseless high school students to assassinate it? Is that also part of its twisted humor?"
"Should... be, right...?"
"Why phrase it as a question?"
"Who knows!"
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