There were quite a few fighter jets at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base originally.
Over the past few months, some had been flown away, and others had fallen into disrepair.
There were still some intact ones, but they all needed to be re-inspected and serviced.
Little Spider had just checked the condition of a few fighter jets at the control console, and most of the ones that could be flown still required repairs.
So, in the end, they decided to trouble Lin Feng.
If the cure was found, it would be too ironic for the fighter jets to be lost midway.
Lin Feng left the S.H.I.E.L.D. base and transformed into a human-powered aircraft.
He directly pulled Little Spider towards Avengers Compound.
The Avengers Compound on this Earth was rebuilt after Carol snapped her fingers.
Thanos was only a danger for a specific period; no one could guarantee there wouldn't be greater dangers in the future.
The Avengers would still exist, even if Tony and the others were gone.
The cure data was stored in FRIDAY's database.
Once the control system was restarted, FRIDAY could control the mechanical devices within the Avengers Compound to produce the serum.
The rest was up to Little Spider.
Lin Feng was not a nanny, and he didn't need to get involved in such minor matters.
Once the cure serum was produced, he would just take two bottles, and his mission would be complete.
Saying goodbye to Little Spider and the others, Lin Feng took the Wasp and headed straight for Japan.
Lin Feng didn't want to waste time on the road and used his bio-forcefield to fly with the Wasp.
The place where the radioactive wastewater was discharged was by the sea.
This was a secret power station experimental site, and also the discharge point for the radioactive wastewater.
Before the zombie virus outbreak, this place was under strict control.
"I've been here once and didn't find any useful information."
As they landed at the entrance of the power station, the Wasp spoke.
She hadn't paid much attention to the diary of Murai that the Ancient One had mentioned.
"When I came, there was no one inside."
The Wasp pointed to a few zombies wandering outside the power station.
The zombie virus outbreak took time to make people lose their sanity.
Therefore, there were basically no people in the power station at this time; they had all evacuated after the virus broke out.
"Let's go in and look for the logs the sorcerer mentioned."
Lin Feng dispatched the wandering zombies with two swift blows and then kicked the power station's main gate.
With a boom, the thirty-centimeter-thick metal door was sent flying by Lin Feng.
Superman got things done, so decisively.
The Wasp exclaimed in amazement.
This was probably what they meant by "one force breaks all techniques" in the East.
The last time she came, she had to shrink herself with Pym Particles to get in.
Inside the power station, as the Wasp had said, there were indeed very few people.
Even if there were, they had been dealt with and were lying on the ground in small groups, turned into zombies.
Lin Feng had no interest in touring a Japanese power station and went straight to the point, looking for the diary of a staff member named Murai.
The power station had living quarters for its employees.
And Japanese employees liked to put their names on their doors.
Lin Feng found Murai's room without any effort.
In a short while, he emerged with a gray diary.
He brushed off the dust.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and invited the Wasp.
"Want to read it together?"
The Wasp had no objections, shrugged, and comfortably sat down next to Lin Feng.
Opening the diary, Lin Feng skipped a few daily entries and began to read with patience.
December 1st, sunny.
Today, the power station announced the data for the treatment of radioactive wastewater to the world, stating that it has reached clean discharge standards.
But I know that's all a lie.
The director drinks normal water, not treated wastewater.
I'm really worried about what consequences the wastewater discharge will have.
However, the ocean is so vast, there shouldn't be any problems...
December 5th, sunny.
Today, the director is very unhappy.
Because the power station received a threat from Stark Industries.
I'm unhappy too.
Tony Stark has clean nuclear energy utilization technology but is unwilling to share it, and he even opposes our wastewater discharge.
...
After reading only a couple of pages, Lin Feng felt like laughing.
Why did it have a taste of kimchi country? Everything was entitled to him?
December 27th, heavy rain.
My god, I never imagined the director had such great influence.
He actually managed to get a vial of Pym Particles!!!
The value of this thing is almost equal to our entire power station, though it's priceless and marketless.
Reading up to this point, Lin Feng unconsciously glanced at the Wasp.
It seemed that the Pym Particles were stolen around this time.
However, the Wasp showed no expression and gestured for Lin Feng to continue.
December 31st, sunny.
A group of scientists came from the main station and formed a research team.
Due to technical reasons, I was also selected to join.
How should I put it, they are quite crazy, I suppose.
They want to use Pym Particles to package and shrink the radioactive wastewater, thereby solving the problem.
I swear, this is the first time I've encountered something like this, but it sounds very reliable.
If it succeeds, it will be great news.
...
There were a few torn-out pages in the diary, ripped away by someone.
But it was clear that this method was indeed a good one.
Pym Particles were undeniably a world-changing invention.
The date jumped directly to January 10th.
January 10th, thunderstorm.
The director is simply a madman.
The experiment had only been conducted twice, yet he applied for its implementation.
But I can understand him.
After all, there was only one vial of Pym Particles, not enough for us to conduct more experiments.
Moreover, on the American side, the owner of the Pym Particles seems to be showing signs of tracking us down.
The means by which we obtained the Pym Particles are questionable, so we must begin shrinking the radioactive wastewater.
Fortunately, both experiments were successful.
But I still have a bad feeling...
January 15th, sunny.
The discharge of radioactive wastewater officially began.
We successfully shrunk the massive container countless times.
But the worrying thing still happened.
The instrument made by the research team malfunctioned for some unknown reason.
The container continued to shrink after reaching the designated shrinkage ratio, until it was invisible to the naked eye...
The director still declared the plan a success, but I saw the unease in his eyes.
At the same time, my own unease grew stronger...
Seeing this, Lin Feng pursed his lips.
According to the laws summarized by netizens.
If there were no accidents, there would be accidents.
As expected.
January 16th, sunny.
An accident did happen...
In the early morning, the radioactive wastewater that had become invisible reappeared at the discharge point.
The container seemed to be out of control, constantly expanding.
Countless amounts of wastewater poured into the ocean.
The wastewater seemed to be flowing from some void, and we couldn't stop it at all.
I don't know if it's my imagination.
The treated wastewater should have been transparent, but I saw it faintly black.
The wastewater discharged for a very, very long time. A full day passed, and it still hadn't stopped.
January 20th, sunny.
Today, the wastewater finally stopped.
A full five days!
The discharge volume was more than ten thousand times the original wastewater.
This is terrifying, and no one knows the reason.
I think this might be my last diary entry.
The director has been taken away, and we will be next.
I regret it; I shouldn't have taken this job.
Without me, what will happen to my wife and children at home...
...