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Michael didn't respond immediately but glanced at Skye, who was working on her phone. He knew she was securing an invitation to the reception as a Rising Tide member. However, it was dangerous, as Skye hadn't received proper training for such operations.

"Actually, rescuing him isn't too difficult. The security may be tight, but it doesn't pose any threat to me. I could break in directly, draw their fire, disable the power grid, and then you could slip in to rescue the doctor." Michael offered, preferring not to let Skye take the risk.

"Are you sure?" Coulson asked.

Michael nodded, "If Dr. Hall is worth saving, then yes."

"Alright, Fitz, get the equipment ready to restart the power grid, and let's head to Malta." Coulson decided.

"Michael, this is a watch I designed for you. When the red light turns green, it means you're within range of their network. Just press it, and the power grid will be reset." Jemma said as she helped Michael put on the watch.

Michael examined the watch, noting it was well-made, "Got it."

Putting in his earpiece, he moved aside to rest. Dr. Hall, he believed, might be unrecoverable. Even if Michael saved him, he doubted Hall's loyalty. Hall was initially kidnapped, but later joined Quinn's side willingly. In the end, he'd fallen into the gravity protonium field—a fate that seemed final, but Michael suspected Hall may have survived. He might have even gained the ability to manipulate gravity after the accident.

This reminded Michael of a lesser-known but powerful villain in the Marvel universe—Graviton, the King of All Forces.

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"Michael, you… be careful!" Coulson said as the plane landed near Ian Quinn's villa in Malta. Michael was preparing to head out.

Michael smiled confidently, "Don't worry about me. No one here poses a threat."

"Be careful." Coulson repeated. Michael turned to Skye, giving her a reassuring smile, then clapped his hands and said, "Alright, let the show begin!"

At the villa entrance, business elites came and went, and bodyguards rigorously checked invitations. The sounds of laughter drifted out, making the place seem lively.

"Sir, may I see your invitation?" One of the bodyguards asked Michael.

"Invitation? I don't think I need one." Michael replied with a smirk.

The bodyguard frowned, "Sir, if you don't have an invitation, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Oh? Is that so? I'd like to see if your 'measures' can really make me leave." Michael replied, amused.

Trained to handle this sort of thing, the bodyguard reached for Michael's shoulder, attempting to escort him away. But no matter how hard he tried, Michael didn't budge.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Michael asked, laughing.

The bodyguard, growing frustrated, gestured for another guard to assist him, but even together, they couldn't move Michael. He remained rooted in place.

Seeing them struggling, Michael casually placed his hands on their shoulders and said, "It seems you can't stop me. So… just take a break."

With a quick motion, Michael lifted both bodyguards and, ignoring their resistance, tossed them effortlessly into the villa.

Thud!

One landed on a table, scattering food and drinks, while the other splashed into the swimming pool. Panic erupted inside the villa. Ian Quinn, standing with a wine glass, was initially shocked but quickly composed himself, spotting Michael confidently striding through the door.

"Get him!" Ian ordered his guards, curious about this intruder and his audacity.

Bodyguards flooded toward Michael, but with a slight gesture, Michael raised his hand, and the men were lifted into the air, clutching their necks as if gripped by an invisible force. Struggling helplessly, they collided with one another, then fell to the ground, unconscious.

Ian Quinn narrowed his eyes, observing Michael. He hadn't expected this stranger to possess such power.

"Stop him—at all costs!" He ordered, retreating cautiously.

Gunfire erupted, but Michael moved effortlessly, sidestepping each bullet as he activated his telekinetic abilities. With a flick of his hand, the bullets reversed direction, hurtling back toward their original shooters, who were caught off guard as their own shots took them down.

Before those people could react to the strange situation before them, they were hit by the bullets they had fired and fell to the ground one after another.

"Although not as cool as Magneto, this telekinetic control ability is really amazing!"

The enemy was defeated without Michael even having to lift a finger. This kind of ease and comfort made him more and more satisfied with his ability.

The guests had already scattered, running in all directions. Michael walked into the villa step by step and soon noticed the indicator light on his watch had turned green. He pressed it lightly, notifying Coulson and the others.

Coulson, who was near the power grid, had heard the gunshots from inside the villa. He had been waiting nervously and, now that he received confirmation the power grid was restarted, he entered without hesitation.

Fitz, Jemma, and Skye weren't considered combatants. Although May was powerful, she had to stay on the plane, ready to take off at any moment, so only Coulson went in.

Once Coulson was inside, Michael started to cause a little more chaos!

Ian Quinn was set to appear later, so capturing him now might affect future events, which wasn't worth it. It wasn't difficult to catch him anyway, so letting him escape for now wasn't an issue.

Clank! Clank!

Items in the room were crushed and destroyed by Michael's telekinesis. Not long after, he felt the ground begin to shake violently, guessing that Coulson might have found Dr. Hall.

Michael stepped outside and looked around. A helicopter had just taken off with Ian Quinn inside.

"Run all you want, you won't escape my grasp forever!" Michael sneered, then turned to find Coulson and Dr. Hall.

In the basement, Coulson and Dr. Hall were in conflict. Coulson had found Dr. Hall and wanted to take him away, but Dr. Hall refused. When Michael arrived, the machine had already started. He overheard Dr. Hall say he planned to destroy it, warning that an explosion could cause countless deaths.

"You can't do this; it'll kill many innocent people, including my team. They're good people!" Coulson said.

Dr. Hall replied calmly, "Ian Quinn's power is only growing. If he continues with his research, he'll wield terrifying energy. Sacrificing a small number of people for the sake of humanity is the only way."

As he spoke, Dr. Hall poured himself some wine. Strangely, the liquid tilted as he poured, revealing the gravitational field had begun to change. Objects flew, and machines hummed, emitting blue electric light. Soon, Coulson and Dr. Hall found themselves standing on the wall!

The gravitational field of the entire room had flipped.

The only one unaffected was Michael! Though he felt the gravity shift, he used his telekinesis to stabilize himself, adjusting to counterbalance the field change.

Looking around, Michael noticed Coulson and Dr. Hall on the left wall, with the gravity proton instrument whirring on the right. In the center, gravity particles fluctuated irregularly, their shape constantly shifting.

"Michael, stop the machine! This thing's about to explode, and we're all in danger!" Coulson shouted, desperate.

"Got it." Michael replied, ready to find a way to halt the machine.

"Don't even think about it!" Dr. Hall shouted, firing a shot at Michael.

As the gun fired, another tremor shook the surroundings. This one was even stronger.

Dr. Hall lost his balance and fell. Michael was also thrown off but quickly regained control, steadying himself just in time to shut down the power.

The shaking ceased, but the machine continued to hum.

Michael frowned. Was there really no other option than to throw Dr. Hall into the machine? He had considered capturing the gravity particle for himself, but the situation seemed too critical. Thinking quickly, he used his telekinesis to push Coulson out of the room, away from the chaotic gravity field.

"Run, get out of here. I'll handle this!" Michael shouted.

Coulson hesitated, "No, I can't leave you here alone!"

"There's no time. Someone has to take care of this. Go, notify Melinda, and start the plane!"

Coulson nodded, though reluctantly, and hurried out.

"It's useless. This place is about to blow." Dr. Hall muttered.

Michael shook his head, "Not necessarily, Dr. Hall. This may be the first time we meet, but it won't be the last. I believe... we'll have another chance."

"No… we're both going to die." Dr. Hall said, watching in horror as Michael raised his hand toward him.

"Goodbye. Next time we meet, maybe I should call you King Wanli!" Michael said with a smirk, then waved his hand. In an instant, Dr. Hall was thrown toward the gravity proton instrument.

"No…" Dr. Hall shouted as he was engulfed by the black gravity particles, vanishing into the device as it exploded. The impact sent Michael flying backward, his telekinetic shield shattering as he hit the wall before collapsing to the ground.

He coughed and grimaced, "Guess that's one way to solve the problem. Though unconventional, maybe… it was fate."

Struggling to his feet, he looked over at the now-stilled gravity proton instrument and sighed. He moved closer, examining the solidified gravity particles, "System, can you store this in system space?"

[Yes.]

"Then put it in!"

In an instant, the black particles vanished into the system space, appearing like ordinary stones.

"Michael, are you okay?" Coulson called out, rushing back in.