It didn't take long for Evanson to arrive at the scene. When he was about to get to the place, he saw a black jeep that had been smashed to pieces. It should be one of the escort vehicles that escorted the team this time. The whole vehicle had four legs, oh no, three legs facing the sky. When it fell, a wheel flew away.

After arriving at the place, he saw another escort car, and he flew directly to the opposite path next to him, with the same posture and the same way of death.

However, the most miserable thing should be the big truck carrying cargo. The whole vehicle overturned to the ground, and he should have suffered a free fall from the cracks on the ground. However, the damage he suffered was not limited to that. The entire car he pulled was torn apart, and the leather shoes that were originally installed inside were scattered all over the ground and were abandoned. At the bottom of the car, there was a mezzanine, and the door was printed with the eagle emblem of S.H.E.L.D., but it had been cut and welded.

Inside the mezzanine is a seat and a cross-type seat belt. It seems that there was a person staying inside. He should be the real goods in this escort mission, but now the people are gone.

"What do you think? Have you found anything?" Colson saw Evanson coming and was observing the crime scene very carefully, so he went over to ask about his situation.

"The insider committed the crime." Evanson seemed confident and pointed to the torn carriage around and said, "From the traces of the carriage being destroyed, it should have been done by an excavator, but the excavator is slow and big and difficult to hide. It is impossible that it has been driven over after the convoy was attacked. It must have been ambushed first at the scene of the incident."

Evanson walked out of the carriage. Since it was already night, the agents who came to him erected searchlights here. The strong light made him feel a little dazzling. "And since this operation was a secret escort, the route of the operation must be kept confidential, but the enemy can set up a trap in advance and attack the escort personnel and rob the goods in one go."

"So unless he can calculate and observe the celestial phenomena overnight, he will know the world's affairs." Evanson made a firm judgment, "then it is only possible that the insider leaked the secret and sold the escort route and the situation of the goods to the enemy."

Anyway, Evanson firmly believed that as long as something happened to SHIELD, it would definitely be the insider who was provoking trouble. If SHIELD did things, it would be the insider who wanted to do this. Therefore, whether SHIELD's affairs were successful or not depends on the insider.

Colson followed behind and nodded reluctantly. He admitted that Evanson's analysis was reasonable. But at this time Evanson walked to a fat man Lata who was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, a bruised and swollen nose and a bloody bandage on his head. He was a disguised agent and the driver of the truck.

"Since you've confirmed that there is an insider, then the next thing you have to do is to pull it out." Evanson went up and grabbed the fat man's collar and lifted him up, shouting at his face, "Tell me, why are you betraying S.H.I.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E

The fat driver was stunned and reached out to wipe the spitting star on his face. "What are you talking about? When will I betray S.H.I.E.D?" He said this and shouted to the left and said, "Who can tell me who this guy is? Who is this 225?!"

"Hmph!" Evanson put down the fat driver heavily, and at the same time took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands with great care. "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters now is that your identity has been exposed!"

"Tsk." The fat driver turned his head aside in disgust, saying that he didn't want to talk to this lunatic.

At this time, Colson also patted Evanson on the shoulder from behind and said a little embarrassedly, "I said... were you mistaken? Why do you judge that Mike is an insider?" Mike was the name of the fat driver.

"It's actually very simple to judge who is the inner demon." Evanson said with a smug smile with a smug smile on his lips. "Since this time it's a secret operation, there must be not many people who know the route of escort, and the inner demon will definitely not die in the ambush he already knows. So now this fat man survives, then he must be the inner demon!"

"Well..." Colson scratched his head awkwardly. You guy should really watch less criminal investigation TV series. And even in the TV series, the insider found out using this method will definitely be the loyal minister who can make a comeback in the end, okay? Besides, "In fact, all the agents in the escort convoy survived this time."

"What?!" Evanson turned his head and looked at Colson with a loud noise. He felt that his skin was heating up rapidly.

"And..." Colson glanced at Mike and said, "In this attack, Mike was the one who was the worst injured."

"Huh?" Evanson's eyes lit up and found that this matter was not simple. In order to avoid revealing his identity, the insider may deliberately be seriously injured to gain sympathy and thus avoid suspicion of himself."

"Oh..." Mike couldn't stand it, so he pushed away the medical staff who was bandaging him, stood up and said, "The reason why I was injured the most is because the protective measures on those two jeeps were better than mine, and the 360-degree airbags were really enviable. And most importantly, the quality here is relatively large!"

Originally, Mike meant that the truck he drove was heavy, so he fell very much. But Evanson looked at Make's big belly, "Well, the quality is relatively large, I can see it."

"But this is also a suspicious point!" Evanson shouted again, and Colson jumped. You guy is hysterical, right?

"As the saying goes, no horses are not fat, you see that other agents have standard figures, but you are so fat, you must have gained weight after eating them!"

"Say it again! Believe it or not, I will go to the court to sue you for discrimination against fat people, and make you even lose your pants!" Mike felt the blood vessels on his head pounding. "And I'm so fat, are you blamed me? Colson, do you think so too? Do I blame me for being fat?"

Colson was also quite helpless when asked. Are you fat and blamed yourself? Is it because I blamed me?

"When I was young, I had a standard figure, and I had all the vest lines and mermaid lines. Later, I joined SHIELD with great enthusiasm. I hoped to do a great cause of defending world peace, but who knew I was assigned to the Ministry of Transport as a driver!"

Mike is also so angry that he is making a big blow. "Ten years, ten years, I have been driving every day, spending most of my time in the car, not even a girlfriend! I eat two meals a day, all of which are junk food! Now I don't have high blood pressure and heart disease, but my body is a little fat. It's already amazing, okay?"

"Sao Rui, Sao Rui." Colson apologized constantly, finally comforting Mike who was excited. "This matter is a misunderstanding, so stop it, and even if you make her blow her pants, she can't actually spend much money with you."

While saying good things, Colson pulled Evanson away. After he was far away from everyone's eyes, he almost suppressed his anger and said, "Smart people should know that they should not express their opinions casually in areas they are not good at! And what you did just now is exactly the opposite of this!"

"Huh!" After a while, Colson covered his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that after working with Evanson once or twice, the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease was not far from him. "I asked you to see if there is any bizarre place here, and we should leave it to us for a more professional job of reasoning the case! Although I admit that it makes sense that there is a ghost inference here, your next nonsense is of no value at all!"

"Okay." Evanson nodded helplessly, but after Colson walked away, he held the hand that had been behind him in front, stretched out his palm, and held a round iron ring the size of a thumb in it. In the center of the ring, a small piece of mercury liquid floating there. "Well, nonsense is not worthless, it can at least distract you." After that, he put the small iron ring into his backpack.

"Everyone, see what I found." At this moment, Simmons suddenly used tweezers to pick up the same device as Evanson put in his backpack in the distance. It seemed that the attacker had set more than one trap this time.

"Infusing Sting." But before Simmons, who was full of surprise, conducted a basic test on the device, Evanson, who was standing in the distance, reached out and sucked the thing. The surprise on his face was as if he had just discovered this thing. While this thing flew towards him, it also brought a wave of flying sand and stones, which attracted the attention of everyone around him.

"Hmm...this is really interesting." Evanson came to the device, looking at the effect it caused, this time he was really surprised.

He had indeed secretly obtained such a device just now, but he just felt that this device was a little fresh and might have some special abilities, so he deliberately talked about it, diverted others' attention and put away the device. But he had not had time to study the detailed capabilities of this device in detail.

But now when he used his mana to capture the device that Simmons discovered, the thing seemed to be stimulated, changed the gravity around it, and sucked all the sand and stones on the ground. Until the device was firmly held by him and removed the pull of the magic power to it, the sand and stones attracted by him fell to the ground as if they suddenly returned to the earth's gravity.

"This thing..." Evanson threw the ring-shaped device into the air, pointed at it and floated in the air, and the sand and stone that had just landed on the ground were attracted by it again. However, this time it did not look like a loose sandstorm, but condensed into a ball with the device as the center.

As Evanson's fingers rotated, the ball also rotated in the air in the circle, like a moving planet. It was not until Evanson's hand suddenly stretched out that the ball fell down as if it had lost its power, and the condensed sand particles also scattered, leaving only the ring in Evanson's hand.

"What? Is this a magical device?" Colson asked naturally after watching Evanson's magical performance just now.

"Yes...not." Evanson stared at the ring in his hand and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Then what is he?" Colson was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and she wanted a positive answer.

"I said it was a magic device because some special magic really used it." Now, after carefully observing the characteristics of this thing, Evanson was convinced that his book was a complete collection of spells, describing this substance. "There is a kind of magic that can reset the gravity field somewhere, for example, after the spell cast by a planet with less gravity like the moon, the gravity there can be set as the same as the earth, so that people can move on it more conveniently."

"To be honest, that magic is very difficult to cast. It requires a lot of preparation. Not only does it require drawing a huge magic array, but the magic power required is also very large. Sometimes it even requires a blood sacrifice. However, if you happen to have this substance at hand when casting, you can complete the spell with half the effort."

"It sounds like he's a magic device." Colson asked in confusion, "Then why do you say he's not?"

"Because it is not just a spell casting material." Evanson stretched out his finger and went to the device. The sand and stone on the ground shook again, but this time it did not fly up. "Reset the position of a place, which means it is in a fight against the gravity of that planet, so it requires extremely huge magic support. However, this matter itself has the characteristics of changing the gravity field, so after he has it, the focus of spell casting has changed from simply fighting against the gravity of the planet to providing reasonable stimulation of the matter to fight against the gravity of the planet. Although this is a fine job, the mana required is very little, which is relatively simple."

"But what can make this thing considerate and exciting is not only mana power, but other powers, including the scientific power you are familiar with. As long as you master the strength and direction, you can use this thing to change the surrounding gravity field."

"So this substance can be used when casting spells, but this substance can not only be used in spells." Evanson concluded at last, "so I said he is both a spell device and a spell device."

"Reset the gravity field and change the gravity of the moon, my God!" At this time, Siga, who had been standing aside, suddenly said in surprise, "Magic is really convenient. I suddenly think that science is really old-fashioned and not as good as magic."

"Ah, Sgai." Evanson smiled and said warmly when should he say hello? After all, he sold him for 20,000 yuan, and it should be better to have a smile on his face. "How is your life during this period? Is it sad because of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new life?"

"The new life is really great..." Heigu stretched out his two scissors and bent his hands without laughing. "The endless fighting training and physical training, and the next thing we need to train firearms."

"Well... it sounds pretty good." Evanson shrugged and asked Sgay's guardian Ward. "How is her training performance."

Ward seemed not going to give Shh a face, and said to the truth, "She is simply a pool of mud in physical training, and when pull-ups are pulled up, it looks like a salted fish. As for fighting training..." Ward said nothing, "If you insist on giving her boxing a name, you can call it a girl Mengmeng Fist."

The dead man was so angry that his cheeks were round. I was a technical talent. I would give you a lot of face when I trained physical fitness with you every day, but you were still picky!

"A newcomer who just joined the gang?" Or Evanson made a smooth move. "You have to be a little patient." Sgay felt that this method was more comfortable, but who knew that Evanson suddenly changed his tone, "and then doubled her training volume, and then added punishment measures. For example, if you fail, you will deprive her of the right to play with your mobile phone, and his training scores will definitely improve by leaps and bounds."

Siga's face was stiff now. If it weren't for the many people around him, he would have wanted to jump over and bite Evanson to death. I was so confused that I would believe you would say good things for me.

"Sgay." Evanson looked at Sgay who was almost crazy and suddenly turned the topic back. "Do you really think magic is above science?"

"Isn't it?" Sgai took it off in a angrily moment. "Many things that cannot be done with science are easily done with magic, just like changing the gravity field in a certain place, which is very difficult for science."

"Hmph...I once told Colson that science and magic are the truths of the world, no matter how good or bad it is." Evanson smiled and said, "Science and magic are like a lever. We look for the right fulcrum to use it to leverage the world and let the world change with our will."

"The difference is that the fulcrum I found with magic is very reasonable, so with less power, you can change reality, and your science... seems to have not yet calculated where that suitable fulcrum is."

"It sounds like you admit that magic is better than technology." Sgay shrugged.

"It's not like this." Evanson shook his head. "The truth does not distinguish between good and bad, and the truth itself will not make mistakes. Only people will make mistakes. It is not so much that science is slightly inferior. It is better to say that it is because you have walked too slowly on the road to science."

Think about how many years has Azeroth's magic system existed? Anyway, when the legion first invaded 10,000 years ago, the magic system had been constructed, and the Night Elf Empire, which is good at using magic, had existed for a long time before that. If the troll's voodoo magic is included, it would add the time for the ancient troll empire to survive. It would be a conservative estimate that he had 20,000 years. However, the warlock magic used by Evanson has a longer history than those.

How long has modern technology existed? At best, three or four hundred years have passed. This can only be considered a new beginning, and it is already amazing that humans can do this.
Chapter completed!