Fitz has long been aware of this, even when he bandaged his broken arm, he deliberately slowed his breathing rate, because pain and irregular gasping movements will increase oxygen consumption.

But this is just a stopgap measure, and it can't play a fundamental role at all. The oxygen will be exhausted sooner or later. This is just to slow down the death rate of some two people.

After looking around, Fitz began to look for useful tools, whether to escape from here or send a signal.

There is a lot of debris in the ejection compartment, and Fitz doesn’t know what is here. I just looked at it. There are only a lot of medical items and useless parts, data cables and safety belts, and a small oxygen device, but The good news is that the ejection module itself has a radio function.

As an expert in physics and mechanical engineering, Fitz quickly repaired the radio and tried to send some signals, but he tragically found that the radio of the catapult cabin was an internal device, only SHIELD Your own frequency can only be received by SHIELD.

But at this time there is still SHIELD.

At the time, S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, Fitz knew very well that the Hydra’s attack was from an internal attack. The S.H.I.E.L. itself was overwhelmed. How could there be extra manpower to rescue them, alone in the deep sea, without support and teammate.

After launching the signal, Fitz began to think of other methods, but the things that can be used in the ejection cabin are really pitiful, and even the schoolmaster can't make it out of thin air.

ten minutes……

twenty minutes……

Forty minutes...

After an hour, Fitz still didn't think of any way to go out, and the glass of the cabin window was very strong. But it also blocked the way they might go out. Even the water pressure cannot be overwhelmed. Not to mention the two unarmed backup team technical agents.

There is a small oxygen device in the ejection cabin, which is enough to support a water depth of 30 meters, but at this time the two were completely trapped in the ejection cabin and could not go out at all. If they could not find the way out before the oxygen was exhausted, Then there is only one way to wait for them.

But the only good news is that Simmons is awake.

"We...?" She got up and looked at the surroundings. The first thing I saw was Fitz, who was leaning against the bulkhead with a bandage on his left hand, and then the gloomy water outside the cabin.

"We are still alive!" Simmons said happily, but she obviously did not know the data of the ejection compartment, because if she knew that the ejection compartment could not be opened, she might not be so happy.

Fitz smiled. "Yeah, we're still alive, but..." He had to tell the truth, not just Simmons to calm down. She also needed her help out, "We were trapped at the bottom of the 30-meter sea. The ejector module used some functions of the pressure chamber in the early stage of construction. The glass is very pressure-resistant, and the ejector module can adapt to the pressure of various environments."

"Something I can understand." Simmons is not a Ph.D. in engineering. She frowned and looked at Fitz puzzled.

"So...so we." Fitz looked at her eyes, lowering her shoulders helplessly.

Simmons understood what he meant, not just the two's IQ closeness, but the tacit understanding that the two had worked together for many years. "So...so we can't get out?" She shivered in disbelief. Asked.

Fitz nodded...

Tiny bubbles rise from the bottom of the sea and slide up the glass of the ejection chamber, as if bringing the breath of the entire ocean. The colorful fish do not exist at all, because here, there is only infinite coldness and darkness.

Simmons stuck to the side of the bulkhead and looked out of the glass. She saw the depths of the seabed and the infinite silence and deepness, just like her pupils, there was no breath, no other colour.

After tossing for more than ten minutes, neither of them had a way to get out from here, could not get out, there was no oxygen, and they died.

"Are you afraid?" Simmons asked suddenly.

"Of course." Fitz, sitting on the other side, held his broken arm, motionless, as if in a daze, but he kept watching Simmons all the time.

There was not much oxygen in the ejection compartment, and the two had little time.

"Me too." Simmons continued. "Afraid and hungry."

For death, everyone has their own opinions, which may be different or may be the same, but obviously, the two individuals in the scientific group have no pressure to communicate because they both use scientific methods.

The end of one life means the beginning of another life, because everything in the world is circular and will not disappear or appear suddenly. If there is a result, there must be a reason, everything is conserved, everything is there Cause.

Nagging at words that only biologists can understand, Simmons seemed to catch something suddenly, but in this quiet and sad atmosphere, this little bit of inspiration suddenly slipped away.

Fitz listened to Simmons's nagging and suddenly calmed down. At the time of death, people would think of many things that they usually don't understand, such as love and confession. This is the commonality of human beings.

"Do you believe in non-scientific existence?" Fitz asked suddenly.

"What?" Simmons froze for a moment, it seemed that there was no reaction, because in her memory, Fitz and her are highly educated SHIELD agents. Both of them advocate science and never doubt it. "Of course not." She said with a smile.

"Yeah, I don't believe it either." Fitz smiled and shook his head. "But there are many things that cannot be explained, such as love and emotion, how they are expressed, are they only hormones secreted by humans, hormones Certainly not reach this point."

"The secreted hormones affect the brain, and thus the judgment of human thinking. There is no other explanation." Simmons said very quickly, but said with some decisiveness. "Even if there is, it is only other things that humans have not yet discovered. The cause of hormones is unknown, everything can be explained by science."

"That's it." Fitz grinned and swallowed back some of the words he was about to say. "I thought I occasionally need to believe in some unscientific existence."

"How come." Simmons smiled softly. "Everything can be explained. Rest assured, we will definitely figure out a way."

Although she said that, she also knew that time was running out. The last life of the two might be this time, and then they were immersed in the sea together.

But Fitz, who was sitting with his arms folded, said suddenly, "No... impossible!" He looked like something weird and weird, and his eyes widened. "It's impossible!"

Since Simmons was sitting opposite Fitz, he might not have seen the scene behind the hatch just behind him, thinking that Fitz said it was impossible to come up with a way, so he smiled and comforted him, "Relax, we must be able to come up with Way."

But this time, Fitz shook his head~lightnovelpub.net~ Eyes stared round the cabin window, raised his arm and pointed out, "No, I'm not talking about that..."

Simmons, a biology expert, naturally has a low IQ, and immediately reacted to what strange creatures might be outside the window. As a girl's instinct, she was very afraid of such things, and she was so close to the cabin window, so she hurriedly To Fitz's side, and just at this moment, a shadowy thing seemed to flash by the window, and Simons screamed, "Ah!"

Fitz quickly hugged her in her arms and said comfortably, "It's okay, okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, she...may not be dangerous."

"What?" Simmons was confused again by Fitz, not understanding what he meant, what was not dangerous, and what was... "she"?

Simmons stared at Fitz with wide eyes, and then looked out the window, and just at that moment, the shadow seemed to turn back again, and there was more than one. When the shadow was close to the cabin window, Fitz And Simmons finally saw clearly what it was.

That is a mermaid! (To be continued...)

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