23 Chapter 23: Coulson is sweet boy

The fast-moving C17 transport plane made its way straight to Washington and finally landed at Washington's Dulles International Airport.

"Looks like you had a good time?" A beautifully dressed Kate twirled her tiny waist and walked up to Ethan, "Give it to me."

"What?"

"Isn't there a present?"

"It's in the bag, I'll get it for you." Ethan laughed bitterly and took out of his backpack.

A fox fur coat he had had hand made in London, 100% vintage English model, the threads were all braided in gold silk, outside of the initial, there was a bunch of jewellery from Prince Faisal.

Ethan just dumped the stuff onto the car seat with a clatter like building blocks.

"All this is for you."

"Hmph, good." Kate then sat back down beautifully, playing with the gems as she poked her foot in the driver's seat at Ethan.

"Oh, by the way, the Ministry of Defence wants to invite you over, but didn't say exactly what for."

"Uh-huh, anything else?" Ethan started the engine and steered the Lamborghini off the runway and onto the bridge.

"Also, the research vessel you sent to the Arctic has changed three waves and still hasn't found the plane or the man you mentioned."

"No rush, let them keep looking, there's a lot of scientific research over at the North Pole, maybe they'll find it if they go round it."

Ethan indifferent waved his hand, he sponsored those polar research teams actually not only to find Captain America but also to the Arctic undersea oil and gas resources.

Although Iraq's oil production has been enough for the daily use of the Atlas Corporations, and even have a surplus for sale but who do not like more in hand.

Although Stark said to engage in clean energy and whatnot, even if he made it, people are still driving oil and gas cars on the road, so at least this decade, oil is still very important.

"Oh yes, while you were away for a few months, the reconstruction of Sokovia has begun, and the Hunt Consortium's engineering team was the first to enter. The two large power plants we initially planned to build and the waterworks are already taking shape, and half of the locals have been hired as you instructed."

When Ethan returned to his office he had just settled in and hadn't even had time to switch on his computer when Kate and her team of secretaries walked in with stacks of papers and datapads in their arms and smiles.

"These are the statements, the outgoing documents that need your signature, the handover papers with the military, what are you out zoning for, come on." Kate raised her fist, but the grin on her face could no longer be contained.

"What about you?" Looking at the piles of papers and reports as high as his own desk, Ethan was dumbfounded, in the old days he could have signed them all day over a cup of tea, but now, forget it.

"I'm going to take my sister's shopping. When you were away I had to handle all this boss work." Flinging her car keys, Kate swayed and left Ethan with a flying kiss before walking out.

"Ugh!" Casually untying his tie and dropping it casually on the floor, Ethan sat back in his office chair and began to single-mindedly look through the paperwork.

As twilight approached, Ethan, who had been signing papers all day, finally finished all his work and took a sip of his cold coffee before ringing the desk bell.

"Sir." A female secretary who had stayed on duty pushed open the door to the room.

"Make a reservation for me at the Terry Black's BBQ."

The secretary led the way and within five minutes the arrangements were made.

The mainstay of this barbecue joint was a ribeye that was bigger than a grown man's face, with home-brewed beer and vegetable salad.

Huffing a large gulp of cold beer, Ethan grabbed a ribeye and tore off a chunk of meat with satisfaction.

"Hello, may I sit here, please?" Just as Ethan was eating his fill, a middle-aged man in a suit sat down across the table.

The other man was short, with a slightly above-average hairline and a warm smile on his face that was very approachable.

"Yes." Ethan picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, then burst out laughing when he saw the other man's face.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Coulson looked across at his target who suddenly poofed out a laugh and couldn't help but feel a bit at a loss.

"No, it's just that I think you look a lot like a friend of mine who likes to dance and sing in women's clothes." (TN: 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘰.)

"Uh, women's clothing?" A sudden bad feeling rose up inside Coulson, but his years of experience as an agent still made him nod calmly.

"Mr Hunt, I'm Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? You've finally changed your name?"

"Yes, we have now received permission from the US government to officially use the S.H.I.E.L.D. identity for our activities." Coulson nodded and had a happy face, from now on they wouldn't even have to get fake FBI or CIA credentials for their operations.

"Oh, and what about that Agent Sitwell of yours, he used to be the one to come to me."

"Agent Sitwell he ... has something to do."

"Oh, that's right, I wonder what Agent Coulson wanted to see me about?"

"It's like this, Mr Hunt, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. wish to take a group of people from the Atlas Corporation 𝗣𝗢𝗪 camp." (TN: 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘢𝘳)

"Which ones?"

"All the members of the Ten Rings who were part of the attack on Mr Tony Stark, we need to get some information out of them."

"Oh, those people, of course, except that these POWs are all part of a labour camp for reformation and they have to atone for their previous crimes, so."

"Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. currently intends to purchase a number of your Xi'an transports, a person in charge will be at your office tomorrow to discuss the details."

"Understood, in a week, those people will be sent to the United States by Atlas Corporation's transports."

"Thank you." With that, Coulson was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Agent Coulson. This restaurant serves very good food, let's have some together." After saying that, Ethan didn't wait for the other party to agree and directly asked the waiter to serve another beer.

The best way to bring men together is to have a drink together, and if the two of them clink a few drinks, then they become even better buddies that someone makes over the years.

"You are not married, Agent Coulson; I believe." The two men chatted for a while before the conversation turned to personal matters.

"No, too busy with work, but I have a girlfriend."

"That's no excuse, Agent Coulson, you know Captain America." Ethan started to cocktail the other man with his glass of wine.

"He's my idol." Coulson fished out a stack of Captain America cards out of his pocket, showing them off proudly.

"Captain had a soulmate back in the day, didn't he, Ms Carter from England, and they had a crush on each other, but in the end, Captain was too busy playing shit and ended up missing in action, leaving Ms Carter all alone. How tragic."

Coulson nodded in agreement.

"If Captain had confessed earlier, maybe the two of them would have had a child. That's why Agent Coulson, take your chances. I am not ignorant of the profession of an agent when in Afghanistan, many CIA agents were my team mates."

Ethan stood up and knocked on the table, and the noisy diner was immediately silenced.

"Guys, this is my friend. He's going to propose to his girlfriend tonight, so let's all wish him well." Ethan, who was holding his glass high, shouted bashfully.

"Good luck."

"Go for it."

...

The diners, who were already watching, immediately sent their blessings and Ethan then even more arrogantly came up with, "Thank you all, Drinks on me".

The atmosphere in the restaurant almost lifted off the roof in general.

"I ... I haven't gotten this far yet." Coulson retorted weakly.

......... ......... ...

"Well, then, it's a deal, I love you, bye."

Hanging up the phone, Coulson still looked incredulous that he had just actually called his girlfriend and mentioned marriage, expecting to be turned down, but not expecting the other party to say yes.

Agent Coulson felt his spirits were so high at the moment that a hundred more Starks wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"Beep beep beep ..."

"It's me, sir."

"You've been drinking, Coulson?" Nick Fury the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the biggest rat World Council has ever raised was a little surprised.

"Yeah, had some beer, with the target." Coulson didn't hold back, and with a flourish told the whole story of the evening.

"He encouraged you to confess your love?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then I have to wish you a happy life too, all right, I'll give you a few days off.." Fury instructed and hung up.

"This Ethan Hunt, He's interesting." Although Fury didn't know whether Ethan was good or bad, the other party was obviously very good at pulling strings and enlisting people, such a character was the most troublesome for an agent because you didn't know how many contacts the other party actually had.

It was very possible that you reported the surveillance results in the afternoon and sent them to your boss, only to have your boss go to the other party in the evening and party.

In fact, Fury was actually very interested in Ethan, the other side was obviously planning something, and although what the Atlas Corporation had been doing had been very positive, Fury being the top agent wouldn't conclude the other side's agenda on that alone, for him who aspired to be the shield of the earth, anyone could be a threat to the peace of the earth.

With that in mind, Fury moved Ethan's attention level to four, a level that meant to be concerned about the other's tendencies, and there were so many other warlords in charge of a country or intelligence chiefs of countries on the same level as Ethan.

"Natasha, come to my office, I have an assignment for you." After raising the rank, Fury felt that it was not enough, so he called Agent Natasha Romanov, known as the Black Widow, and prepared to send her to probe Ethan's bottom.

On the other hand, Ethan chose to walk home because he had been drinking.

Just as he was about to reach his luxurious flat, a sudden wave of magic surfaced, followed by golden sparks of magic cutting a portal through the air and out stepped a bald woman in a mantle.

"Ancient One?" Ethan mumbled, had he changed this timeline and been approached by the bitter enemy?

"It's me. Look like you know about me.."

"Uh, yeah, just a little bit about it. And what is it that the Ancient One has come to see me about?"

"I just feel that a new and unknown variable has appeared in this world, so I came to see it."

"A variable? Is it me?" Ethan was a bit surprised, before in DC, Ares said he was a god, the Queen of Paradise Island said he had divine power, now that he was back in Marvel, how come Ancient One was looking for him?

"Yes, I had tried to see your future before but it was chaos, and now, I can't even perceive the future world, your influence, so ..." Ancient One didn't finish her sentence.

"Well then, why don't you come in and have a seat first. I have good tea there." Ethan extended an invitation to the other woman.

She nodded and accepted Ethan's invitation, and then the two of them went straight through the portal to Ethan's luxurious four-storey flat.

"Please take a seat, the humble abode is no match for Ancient One's sanctuary, so please don't mind." Ethan untied his suit and hung it on the coat rack, then walked towards the dining room cupboard and took out the tea.

After preparing the water and tea, Ethan opened his right hand, then two delicate teacups appeared in his hand out of thin air, Molecular Reconstruction, a gift from Ares, only at the moment he wasn't quite skilled enough in mastering it to pull off that many tricks.

"What did you mean earlier when he said he couldn't see my destiny?" After the tea was brewed, Ethan took the numinous power and poured it directly to both parties.

"A very useful ability." Ancient One picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.

"Good tea." She just held the cup of tea, "I want to know exactly what you want to do."

Ethan laughed lightly twice, then stood up and pointed his index finger to the sky, "I want the future. I want the world to be clear, I want it to be free of madmen and fools, I want everyone to live happily and carefree under the sky."

She sighed, "Are you blaming me?"

"I dare not."

"I've seen countless endings even more than Strange has, if I interfere midway then a new branch of the multiverse will emerge. There are some things you want but can't do."

"No wonder you're leaving the stall to Strange, did you arrange his car crash." It dawned on Ethan that the she was playing the black game too, indeed, no one with power is good.

Even the Ancient One, who had seen and experienced a lot of futures, was choked by Ethan's words, "Strange's accident was just an accident, but his final fate will be to succeed me as the Supreme Sorcerer, no matter what."

"So you're saying that no matter what I do, eventually Thanos will come running to Earth."

"Right."

"And what if Starneg dies before the accident?"

"I don't know about that." Ancient One gave a sly smile.

Ethan could only roll his eyes, Ancient One's meaning was clear, he was now cleared of suspicion of being an evil being and she wouldn't interfere with his actions next, unless.

"I'm getting a car to ram Strange right now. A truck, the kind that isekai you."

In the end, Ethan didn't actually go and ram Dr Strange, as Ancient One promised to exchange some magical knowledge with him and would personally enchant the war hammer Ethan carried over.

Only after Ancient One left did Ethan let out a long breath, he still had some respect for her, after all, she was doing their best to guard the Earth for so many years, there was no credit but also hard work.

And he understood Ancient One's subliminal meaning, as long as he didn't blow up the Earth, he could get as high as he wanted to.

......... ......... ...

It was another normal morning, and after an hour of kayaking, and a few more chats with the pretty owner's wife, Ethan was about to say yes to an invitation to join him for breakfast when a Blackhawk helicopter attached to the Ministry of Defence whirled over.

"What's this about?"

"Er, it looks like it's looking for me." Ethan grabbed his sports coat and walked towards the landing Blackhawk.

"Mr Hunt, it's been a long time." A ponytailed captain in a woman's regular uniform strutted over.

"That's not what you were wore the last time we met. Captain Sousa." Ethan rubbed the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

Captain Charissa Sousa, an old acquaintance of Ethan's, but of course, an enemy of sorts, because back in Afghanistan Ethan had called in a drone that had blown up the target of Captain Sousa's capture and caused the case, the latter had been chasing for a year, to become a headless case, so on the evacuation plane, Ethan had received a very loud slap on the face.

"The Minister wishes to see you. It's an urgent matter, please follow me." Sousa simply followed Ethan with a blank face, then pretended to push him as he got on the plane, but in fact gave him a slap on the buttocks.

"What is it that the Ministry of Defence wants me for, so urgently?"

"I'm not sure, I'm just responsible for taking you there." Sousa shook her head, she was actually confused too.

"To where? That's not the direction to the Pentagon." Ethan rested his face on the window and noticed that the plane was flying towards the coastline.

"We're going to the aircraft carrier USS George Washington, the Seventh Fleet is waiting for us off the coast."

Blackhawk made his way west, and shortly after pushing through the sea, a massive steel fleet appeared on the surface.

"Mr Hunt, please follow me."

Immediately after the Blackhawk landed, several officers, whom Ethan knew well, flocked up and ran around Ethan to the carrier's war room.

"Uh, Mr Stanic, what's going on that's so urgent?" Ethan pulled in the Secretary to the Secretary of Defence.

"Mr Hunt, have you heard of the Imperial Project?" The secretary pushed up his glasses, then quickly said as he ran, "This plan is currently going a bit wrong."

"Pardon me but if I remember correctly, wasn't the Imperial Project nuclear weapons development, what, your nukes blew up and you needed a disaster control unit from the Atlas Corporations?"

"No, it's trickier than that."

The doors to the war room opened and Ethan was instantly taken aback by everyone in the room, the Minister of Defence, the Minister of the Navy, the Fleet Admiral and Ethan even saw a couple of CIA chiefs.

"I'm sorry to have invited you here, Mr Hunt." The chubby Defence Minister approached with a PDA in hand.

"Please look at this information first."

Ethan took the PDA, found a corner and put on his headphones to check it out.

"It's fucking Godzilla, isn't it?"

Seeing the behemoth wandering beside the warship on the screen, it suddenly dawned on Ethan, wasn't this thing just a cute lizard who disliked the sky and the land.

After a cursory glance at the classified documents in the PDA, Ethan found that the information in here was just a cursory mention of where these Godzillas came from and the various tentative measures the US military had taken over the years to kill these big guys.

"Nukes don't work."

"Yes, Mr Hunt, our thermonuclear weapons are food for these guys." The Defence Minister picked up the remote control and used the side of the war room to play up a new image for Ethan.

"This is a nuclear power plant in southern Japan, ostensibly a nuclear power plant, but actually a research station we set up." An intelligence officer stood up to explain but was gestured by Ethan to sit down.

"𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 1 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦." The scene began with a warning sound in Japanese, then the footage of what looked suspiciously like a chest camera began to shake wildly, and in the blur, Ethan heard a seeping voice that was as chilling as a whisper from hell.

"𝘙𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯." There was another burst of Japanese, then the owner of the camera turned, and what entered the screen was a towering fence, and uncountable high-voltage electrical wires, from which sparks of ghostly blue electricity conducted out and ended up behind the fence.

Each time the current entered beneath the fence, the oozing roar became more and more intense, until the roar came to an abrupt end after several current diversions.

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳?" A male voice asked, puzzled.

"Not sure, but we'd better get out of here." His companion urged in one voice and judging from the footage, the two men were still very close to the fence.

Then, with a startling hiss, a razor-sharp, yet incomparably large, scythe-shaped hooked claw poked out from behind the fence, bringing down the dozens of metres of the concrete fence with just one blow.

Ethan saw that the hooked claw still glowed a dark red, and as the fence collapsed, crumbling pieces and various steel debris rained down, with one of the larger pieces very unfortunately of which hit the owner of the camera.

"So, you've got a big monster behind that fence and now it's out?" Ethan asked knowingly.

"That's exactly what happened." The Minister of Defence caressed his face, how this sort of thing just happened during his own term of office.

"So, what did you call me here for?" Ethan crossed his legs and looked at the busy crowd in the war room, puzzled.

"The Atlas Corporation has advanced electromagnetic railgun technology, and it's the only way we can think of to be able to kill this monster at the moment."

"But it needs to be kept secret?"

"Yes, we don't want to cause public panic."

"Then I don't think that's likely. Sir, the big guy, what do you call it?"

"Muto."

"Yes, Muto, this thing flew away in front of the camera, if it was you, trapped in an egg for over a decade and then suddenly out of it, what would you want?" Ethan asked, spreading his hands.

"Go and fill my stomach first, of course." An officer snatched up the answer with a raised hand.

"This guy, is he vegetarian?"

"Shit." The Defence Minister instantly blanched.

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The entire war room was dumbfounded by Ethan's reminder, especially the Defense Minister, who thought the entire plan was a three-step process: step one, find Muto, step two, mobilize all firepower, including the Atlas Corporation's electromagnetic railgun and focus on taking out the other side, step three, go home and eat.

But Muto did not follow the plan.

Muto, which had escaped from the Japanese nuclear power plant, disappeared into the blue sky with a shudder of its wings.

The Seventh Fleet moved quickly, sailing as fast as they could through the Panama Canal and into the Pacific Ocean, ready to head for Hawaii, where they would merge with the researchers from the Japanese nuclear power plant until they found Muto.

And Ethan, naturally, met Dr Ishiro Serizawa, who was in charge of the Imperial Project.

"Doctor, this imperial project of yours is quite a secret." On board, Ethan, who had changed into a tracksuit with the word navy on it, tossed Serizawa a cigarette and the two stood in a corner of the deck, puffing.

"This project is likely to turn mankind's perception of the world upside down, so it has to be kept secret, even from our own family members. And sometimes, members of our organisation are passed down from generation to generation, so it's normal for them to go unnoticed."

"But you can't hide it any longer. What do you say Doctor, what are we humans to these big guys?" Ethan was about to throw his cigarette into the sea, but finally put it out and pocketed it after.

"Like ants, maybe."

"Hey, watch my boots." Ethan came up with a playful joke, but Serizawa's expression was serious.

"What do you think of these big guys, Mr Hunt?"

"What do I think? I think that these big guys are part of the Earth, and we can try to coexist with them, but if they are a threat to human existence, they should be cleanly eliminated." Ethan carried Serizawa's opinion straight to the point.

"You make a good point." Serizawa nodded, but another large monster came to mind before his eyes.

"Mr Hunt, you know about God ..." Just as Serizawa was about to tell Ethan the story of Godzilla, Serizawa's assistant, a female doctor called Vivian, came running up to the deck, panting.

"It's not good, Doctor, a Russian submarine has disappeared in the northern Pacific Ocean, and the Russians say the sub's location is in Hawaii."

"What?" Serizawa panicked at the sound of that, Hawaii, there's over a million people there, and it's a tourist destination, and it's recently the height of the tourist season, there must be over a hundred thousand foreign tourists alone.

"Come on, go check it out." Serizawa immediately showed agility unbecoming of a middle-aged man, jumping up and down and rushing into the cabin.

And Ethan looked at the deck, which was beginning to get busy and noisy, and pulled out his mobile phone.

"Colonel Maverick, where are you?"

There was no expectation on the fighting strength of the US forces Ethan, the Seventh Fleet had the Ticonderoga cruisers, the Arleigh Burke destroyers, but what was the point? Muto showed up in the metropolis of Hawaii, fighting Godzilla in a big way, with terrified fleeing civilians underfoot, so the US forces were as tied up with their hands and feet as if they had to rely on M-60s and miniguns on Blackhawk helicopters, and as for shipborne aircraft?

Whether they are F-35 fatties or F-18 plastic worms, the least powerful weapon they are equipped with is the machine gun, a shot down the line is not enough to tickle the Muto, and ricochets may accidentally injure the eating public.

The two Atlas Corporation's Littoral Combat Ships sailing in the Pacific region had also rejoined the fleet.

The Littoral Combat Ships equipped with shipborne electromagnetic railguns and unmanned hangars would take on the task of attacking once they found their targets.

"Whirrrrrrr." With the ear-splitting roar of the turbojet engines, an unidentified fighter with twin-engine engines and duck wings landed on the deck of the USS Washington under the guidance of the ground crew.

"That's a beautiful plane." The ground crew and pilots gathered around commented on the leaping cockpit and the small piece of tail still protruding between the two tail fins.

"What kind of plane is this?"

"The new FFR-31 high altitude reconnaissance aircraft developed by Atlas Corporation Labs." A bearded older man took off his helmet and jumped down the climbing ladder, then pulled indecently on the lower part of his tight-fitting flight suit.

"This thing is pinching my balls."

"Mind your image. Major Hartmann, there are a lot of ladies here." Ethan stepped forward and casually took the other man's helmet.

"Sorry, boss, but that suit really needs work." The man called Hartmann muttered in a small voice.

The Atlas Corporation ground crew that had come aboard earlier had by now gathered around and done an overhaul of the aircraft, and once it was confirmed, a compact tractor would pull the reconnaissance aircraft to the lift and take the FFR-31 to the hangar.

Ethan, meanwhile, led Hartmann towards the overcrowded war room.

How big was the interior of the George Washington carrier's war room?

It was less than a hundred and fifty square feet, and after all the computers, tables, equipment and other fixtures, there was only a little room for people to move around, so it would have been good enough to cram about twenty people in there, but now there were over forty people in there.

The sentry at the door of the war room saw Ethan coming and immediately turned around and pulled open the thick, fireproof, waterproof door, and then a wave of heat hit him.

"Our radar and satellites can't locate those guys at all, the only one we can pinpoint right now is a Godzilla, and he's still in deep water 10,000 feet down, do I need to send a submarine over?" The Admiral's gruff bellowing voice came out before he even entered.

"But the President wants this resolved as soon as possible, and even the World Security Council has expressed concern about it and said that if we can't, they'll send S.H.I.E.L.D. on." The Defence Minister had a worried look on his face.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Why are they getting involved in this? What are they going to do with these big guys?" A Pentagon official said disgruntledly.

"Maybe that director can conjure up some kind of super weapon."

"Let's do our own thing first." Ethan took the PDA from under Hartmann's armpit and handed it to one of the officers, "This is the footage taken by the Atlas Corporation's high altitude reconnaissance plane, I hope it helps you."

Seeing the clear figure of Muto on the high-definition reconnaissance picture, a paddling Japanese naval officer let out a heartfelt admiration.

"This Muto, what is he doing?" Dr Serizawa completely ignored his disgraced compatriot, instead pushing his glasses and pointing at the screen.

"Zoom in on the image."

"Oh my God."

A Russian Delta-class submarine was disembowelled, its hull made of multiple layers of pressure-resistant material crushed like plastic, the bodies of sailors scattered everywhere, and the Muto, swallowing a cruise missile loaded with a nuclear warhead.

"What an appetite."

"What are you waiting for, evacuate the people, send in the marines, contact the local garrison and mobilise all the forces you can to stop it from entering the city." The furious Admiral practically roared out his orders.

A team of garrisoned Marines were assembled on the USS Washington, then manned with an IMR assault rifle before being shoved onto Blackhawk helicopters and flown to Oahu.

And Ethan had given evacuation orders to all Atlas Corporation employees in Hawaii long ago, as logistics personnel began to evacuate and combat personnel were cloaked in battle, carrying high-powered laser pointers just waiting to give the railgun a guiding target.

"Pum pupum pum pum ..." hummed the Battlefield theme song as Ethan also changed into his flight suit and carried his helmet ready to board the plane.

"Mr Hunt, what are you doing?" Serizawa, who had run-up to the deck to check on the situation, was really startled to see Ethan in this outfit.

"I'm going to go along for the ride and help with positioning later when you need artillery support, the Ministry of Defence is paying three times as much for the work, can't keep him waiting now, right?." Ethan put on his helmet and jumped into the FFR-31 with Hartmann, the original pilot, in the back seat.

"Hartmann, this FFR-31 has that right." Ethan asked as he started the aircraft's engines and electronics.

"That one? Yes, sir." Hartmann reacted to the thing Ethan was referring to and grinned heatedly.

Ethan pulled the crank and the FFR-31 scout began to reverse, the yellow clad groundskeeper in charge of directing the aircraft to take off frantically signalled Ethan to stop when he saw the scout was approaching the edge of the deck, but Ethan only made a goodbye gesture before the scout dropped off the edge of the deck.

"The plane's fallen overboard." Everyone who witnessed this frantically ran to the crash site, and the carrier captain, who was watching from the bridge, nearly jerked over.

"Quick, save the men."

"Sir, look." An officer pointed to the personnel suddenly standing on the deck.

The captain rubbed his eyes and then saw that the fallen scout plane was slowly rising to the level of the deck with its nose 70 degrees to the sky.

"Ha ha, Hartman, see the look on these guys' faces." The two men in the cabin were laughing maniacally as Ethan gave a two-fingered military salute to the stunned ground crew, then pushed the booster and the scout's equipped ramjet engines gave a roar before propelling the fighter all the way forward and finally more vertically into the blue sky before finally disappearing into the dark clouds.

And at this moment, Pretty Boy Godzilla was swimming on his way here.