Chapter 14 - Ch: 189-194

Chapter 189 The More Beautiful Hill Is, the Colder His Heart Is

Europe had no defense forces of its own, only U.S. troops. Their own forces weren't called an army; it was more appropriate to refer to them as security forces.

With loose fighting will, relying on U.S. protection, cheap energy from Russia, and inexpensive goods from the East, they lived good lives.

Everything comes with a price. When you give up everything for an army, life seems beautiful, with a nine-to-five schedule and a four-day work week. But what is the price?

The price is that they cannot withstand any storm; a single battle can plunge them into eternal damnation!

Indeed, Hela has already taken the initiative to slaughter the British army.

War brings death, and death brings a glimmer of enlightenment. Such fleeting inspiration is extremely rare.

Soon, this scene could be witnessed at the British army Base.

On this day, Britain, an old capitalist power that once dominated the World with its invincible navy, met its doomsday.

Gloomy dark clouds lingered, and numerous crows and scavengers circled in the sky.

Hela plummeted from the sky, her high-heeled combat boots shattering the asphalt street.

Behind her, an emerald cloak conjured countless sharp longswords, spreading like the whisper of the God of Death. With a light tap of her foot on the spire of the iconic Big Ben, the four-hundred-ton bronze bell exploded, its bronze fragments hovering in the air, transforming into an array of inverted swords.

"Heh heh, you ants, welcome your supreme ruler, Hela!"

As Hela chuckled, magic-infused sound waves propagated, shattering the glass curtain wall of the Parliament building, sending countless Senators screaming and fleeing.

In the past, those gentlemen and ladies who prided themselves on being civilized were all, at this moment, reduced to desperate refugees, frantically running away.

Those who ran slowly were mercilessly pushed to the ground by their heartless colleagues, and the crowds behind trampled over them without hesitation.

The fallen initially screamed, but under the shadow of the fear of death, everyone was busy escaping, with no time to heed the screams.

Gradually, as more and more people trampled over them, the unlucky ones stopped screaming, ceased breathing, and became corpses!

The Royal Legion, urgently assembled on the outskirts, rushed into battle. Some new recruits were so nervous they forgot to release the safety, their faces filled with terror as they looked at the Goddess of Death hovering in the distance.

The Challenger tank's armor-piercing rounds tore through the air but froze an inch before touching her palm, as if hitting an invisible quagmire. Hela's five fingers closed, and the shell actually reversed its trajectory in mid-air, stringing ten tanks together like burning candied haws.

She waved her sleeve, and the roadside Sentinelarmored vehicles were flung away like cardboard boxes. Their cannons were embedded in the lintel of 10 Downing Street, and the Union Jack flag of the Prime Minister's office instantly turned into a ball of fire.

This scene deeply shocked all viewers. They had thought aliens were easy to get along with, and that with the Avengers, the World would be peaceful.

The most despairing were the proud, superior natives of Britain. They never dreamed that one day disaster would befall them. They were completely unprepared, and the hastily assembled army was already at its last gasp.

The Falklands War had already exhausted all their potential; their warships were old, and even their fighter jets hadn't been updated in a long time.

They relied solely on public opinion and the European and U.S. circles for harvesting wealth, and the speed of making money was no less than that from colonizing and stationing troops everywhere, and crucially, the costs were incredibly low.

Now, they faced an unexpected blow. They had indeed calculated all possibilities on the Blue Planet and even the potential threat from super-powered individuals.

These were nothing, because having superpowers didn't mean one could rule a region.

They still had to rely on these Senators and the vast grassroots. But who could have imagined that an alien, a Goddess of Death, would appear and completely flatten their army?

Britain's independently developed Typhoon fighter jet fleet began to appear. This time, even if it meant a huge loss, they had to stake everything.

Losing was irrelevant; they could take their money and go their separate ways. If they won, they would gorge themselves on war profits!

The most important thing was that those parliamentary lords and nobles didn't need to go to the battlefield themselves. There were plenty of people willing to use such a war to achieve class ascension.

This was good; everyone had a bright future!

However, the never-dissipating dark clouds in the sky blocked the briefly appearing sunlight, making everything not so beautiful.

Hela looked up, her pupils burning with spectral fire. Her legs bent slightly, and with a powerful leap, she sprang from the ground into the air. She grabbed a fighter jet's tail fin with her bare hands, the metal casing crumpling like tin foil between her fingers. Amidst the roar of the engines, she swung the twenty-ton steel giant in an arc, sweeping away three friendly aircraft.

Fuel and aluminum fragments painted an explosive oil painting across the sky; all pilots perished without exception!

A nearby Typhoon fighter jet squad seized the opportunity to launch Sidewinder missiles. The missiles were blocked by a force field in front of Hela, and the scorching flames of the explosion engulfed her!

Shrapnel flew, and after the fire, not even a single strand of her hair was cut.

Her enchanting smile at this moment was so beautiful, even if her actions were somewhat terrifying.

But this did not prevent Hela from gaining a large number of fans. They never cared or worried whether she was an alien or not.

As long as she was beautiful, there were plenty of people who would kneel and beg her to step on them with her feet. As long as the war didn't reach them, they felt no sense of crisis.

"Report, Squadron One has been annihilated."

"Report, the Royal Armored Division is in position and ready to strike at any time."

"Fire! Do not worry about Downing Street; focus on eliminating the enemy!"

Boom!

The distant artillery had already set up their cannons, and despite a large number of civilians and Senatorial dignitaries still not evacuated from the city, they still commenced shelling.

Fierce artillery shells shattered city buildings, shops were blasted into ruins, and civilians who couldn't dodge were torn apart by the blast!

Indiscriminate artillery fire covered the area, a single volley lasting five minutes.

The intense sound of the shelling made the artillerymen's ears buzz, so much so that they couldn't hear what their comrades next to them were saying.

The Downing Street area was already a wasteland, with no living person remaining.

Hela stood in the ruins, a disdainful smile on her pretty face. Amidst the smoke and shattered limbs, she appeared to be the God of Death harvesting lives!

The Special Air Service landed at the designated spot, setting up anti-matter sniper rifles in the ruins.

"Interesting, but not much!"

A bullet hit her armor, sparking. Hela stopped. She stomped her foot, and Westminster Bridge collapsed with a crash. Hundred-meter-long earth spikes burst from the bridge piers, impaling the riverside artillery positions like a string of bloody beads. The Thames River water surged skyward, transforming into countless ice shards that pierced Apache helicopters, the pilots' blood splattering abstract graffiti on the windshields.

As the snipers prepared to withdraw, one sniper and one observer felt a sharp pain. Unbeknownst to them, a long sword had already pierced their hearts.

Darkness began to spread, consciousness began to dissipate, and the God of Death began to claim their souls!

This scene made the five-star General at the Militarycommand post's scalp tingle. All available modern weapons had been used.

"She's too strong, Commander, unless we use nuclear warheads!"

If a nuclear bomb were dropped, the entire Londonwould become a wasteland and uninhabitable for decades. Even if radiation could later be neutralized with another nuclear bomb, would anyone dare to live there then?

The indiscriminate slaughter of dignitaries and Senators could be said to be for the purpose of eliminating Hela, the invader.

But if nuclear warheads were used, that was something he couldn't explain clearly.

Time passed minute by minute, and Hela was already heading towards the command post.

"Set sail, leave here, order the fleet to fire on the enemy! Also, immediately request aid from NATO!"

"Report Commander, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special forces have begun attacking our army, and the task force occupying the spaceship has been completely wiped out!"

Bad news came one after another; it couldn't get any worse than this!

To create time and opportunity for Su Rui to explore and control the spaceship, Hill proactively ordered the special forces to engage the surrounding British troops.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Fury and Pierce came together to the Secretary-General's office to inquire about the situation with Hill.

Now, the Security Council existed in name only, able to command Fury but unable to constrain Hill.

Whether deploying troops for missions or cutting off funding, they no longer needed their help.

The newly appointed members were themselves people who held sinecures; they were unwilling and didn't want to get involved.

If it weren't for the frantic messages and phone calls from Britain and the EU, they wouldn't have called Fury.

No one stood up when dealing with Malekith, but now they wanted a piece of the pie?

Hill wore a long, black evening gown. Her ten unadorned, transparently manicured fingers tapped on transparent high heels. One hand held a cup of black tea, while she looked at the computer.

Regarding their arrival, she merely pointed to the sofa.

Robots made of mechanical arms began to take out paper cups and pour tea, carried by a hovering tray, arriving at the table and setting down the brewed black tea in paper cups.

"The spaceship will not be given to others. The enemies defeated by the Avengers, all their resources and spoils of war should be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D.

How is your Insight Project progressing? If it could have launched sooner, this wouldn't have happened.

Fury, as the project manager, you need to reflect on this responsibility. Now tell me, who sent you to plead?"

Striking first, blocking all avenues, even if they wanted the Dark Elves' mothership, it was impossible.

What's eaten cannot be spit out again; it's impossible, and it's inappropriate!

Fury's demeanor was calm; he was already considering whether to use the pager to call Captain Marvel back.

Hela's demonstrated combat power was already beyond their ability to resist. Except for Captain Steve, no one could confront her head-on.

This was a very bad situation; such an unstable factor was extremely deadly. Beyond control, this meant that the painstakingly constructed order was about to collapse.

"Secretary-General, I hope that spaceship can be handed over to Laboratory One for research. The current situation has already exceeded our cordon, and if we don't find a way to stop these aliens, the New York Battle and the London Battle will continue to play out until the Blue Planet is destroyed!"

"I agree. Too many people are eyeing this spaceship. We cannot bear this pressure. This is a crazy era, even crazier than the Cold War era."

Pierce also fanned the flames, hoping for a fight, which would be more fun.

"So we need to solve the problem of interstellar travel as quickly as possible. Instead of passively waiting for death, it's better to take the initiative and spread the flames of war to the Universe.

There are many resources out there waiting to be developed. Make the pie of interests bigger, and everyone gets a share. Here, this Planet has been exploited to its limits.

Times have changed, you two old men. First was the Steam Age, then the Fuel Age, now the Electrical Age, and what the future holds, no one can say clearly.

If there's resistance, eliminate it. I authorize you the right to open fire on any organization, consortium, or individual."

Hill remained cold and unyielding; she wouldn't become more amenable due to past working relationships.

She had long considered the spaceship her private property. As for safeguarding World peace?

That was just a joke. In a multi-polar World, unless all opposing forces were swept away and consolidated into one, any compromise would be futile.

Just look at the U.S. House and Senate; everyone has an opinion. Even cats and dogs can be Senators; do they have genuinely good ideas?

No!

Absolutely not, and it's impossible!

It's all for the benefit of their own parties, backed by Jewish financial groups, speaking for them.

The Military-industrial complex, the medical complex, Silicon Valley elites, Wall Street—which one is easy to deal with?

Do they not know how to make the country better?

They know! Better than anyone!

They only need to relinquish their power and cede their interests. This portion of interests, absorbed by the market, would generate even more benefits.

But those wouldn't belong to them, and they wouldn't do that.

Cutting off flesh to feed eagles, sacrificing oneself for others—for a race that has wandered for thousands of years, that's like talking to a brick wall, completely incomprehensible!

Fury knew Hill wouldn't agree, but he didn't expect her to be so crazy as to issue such an order!

Indiscriminate killing of anyone who obstructs the project!

What did this mean? No matter if you were a governor, a Senator, a direct member of a financial group, the Vice President, or even the President of the United States, you could still be executed!

Kennedy could have his head blown open; why couldn't the current President?

"You'll cause chaos in the World!"

Fury stood up in alarm, showing a rare display of agitation. He, who usually remained unfazed even when a mountain collapsed before him, was somewhat broken at this moment.

"Great chaos requires great order. The current United States is already in decline. If you truly want to build a new order, then execute your orders, Director Fury.

Out of consideration for our years of working together, I can tell you this. If resources are not integrated now, when a truly formidable enemy arrives in the future, no one will be able to stop them!"

Hill drank her black tea in one gulp. She rarely explained herself, and only spoke a word or two because Fury was a decent person.

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Fury still wanted to say something, but Pierce stopped him first, shaking his head, indicating that it was better not to.

"Secretary-General, we understand. We will go and expedite the Insight Project."

Hill did not stand up to see them off, only nodding slightly as she watched the two leave. The moment they left and closed the door, a smile played on her lips—a faint, disdainful, beautiful smile!

Hill knew what Pierce was doing and had been following it closely the entire time.

Currently, the three carriers were in the underground research lab at the Washington D.C. headquarters, already completed, with only the fighter jet configuration and the final execution module debugging remaining.

Ever since the last incident, when Hawkeye infiltrated the mother ship with a virus, causing the entire aircraft carrier to plummet from the sky, Fury had demanded strengthened system oversight upon his return, to prevent such an event from happening again.

The operating system had to be resistant to cyber attacks, and could not afford to crash if someone infiltrated it and spread a little virus.

Pierce took advantage of this period to implant the Zola Algorithm, enhanced by the Mind Stone, into the aircraft carriers.

The primary artificial intelligence, built upon Dr. Zola's ideological framework, had unique advantages in computational power and possessed a certain degree of self-awareness.

This kind of transition, from abandoning the physical body to ascending into the cyber network, was something only Dr. Zola could achieve.

Such artificial intelligence thrived in the network; S.H.I.E.L.D.'s self-developed system firewall became worthless and vulnerable before Dr. Zola.

Originally, implanting the Zola Algorithm was a highly risky endeavor. There was no legitimate reason to change the aircraft carrier's control system. Not to mention Pierce wasn't the Secretary-General; even if he were, he wouldn't have this authority.

Now, it was as if someone delivered a pillow just as he felt sleepy, effortlessly achieving his goal.

Coupled with the order issued by Hill to eliminate any enemies obstructing the project, this undoubtedly completed the final puzzle piece for the entire Insight Project. The entire project had entered a countdown.

Using the power struggle between Fury and Hill, and their conflicting theoretical viewpoints, as an entry point, he sought to gain benefits and insert his own agenda.

Pierce, despite having no real power, managed to play so smoothly. Putting aside Hill's deliberate 'luring the snake out of its hole,' he truly maximized the cunning and treachery of an old schemer.

Even Fury didn't notice, perhaps due to exploiting their relationship of trust, but everything he did was in line with Fury's requirements. To take possession of the aircraft carriers right under the other's nose was truly remarkable!

In London, Su Rui successfully accessed the spaceship system with the help of the artificial intelligence Edith.

The Dark Elves' system was very strange; it differed from known system code and was activated based on genetic detection.

That is to say, unless one possessed the bloodline and fingerprints of a Dark Elf, it could not be operated.

Having found the key to the problem, the next step was to crack and invade the control system.

According to Su Rui's estimation, it would take at least half a month. This was the fastest possible; there was no other way but to forcibly crack it and gain control of the spaceship first.

During these two weeks, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special forces would need to provide full protection to prevent anyone from taking desperate measures.

Meanwhile, Hela had dismantled all military Bases in the entire United Kingdom in less than a day, engaging in a frenzy of slaughter, still needing a little more inspiration.

So Steve pointed her to a naval Base, which was the U.S. Sixth Fleet, stationed in Germany.

The Sixth Fleet belonged to the democratic side and was a fleet controlled by the Rothschild Family.

It was a good opportunity to destroy them, using a borrowed knife to kill.

This was simply because the Rothschild Family was holding a meeting, discussing whether to deploy the Sixth Fleet to bomb the spaceship left by the Dark Elves.

What they couldn't have, they absolutely wouldn't allow others to have.

Thus, it became an opposition to Steve.

Wouldn't it be better to peacefully develop their 'scattered sand' plan and change gender to ninety-seven types? Why insist on being stubborn and seeking death? In that case, they could only be accommodated!

"General Swavet, urgent telegram from the PentagonCommand, ordering us to deploy and destroy the alien spaceship in London!"

Swavet's identity appeared to be that of a genuine old White male, but in reality, he was an illegitimate son of the Rothschild Family, using illegitimate children to control the military, with no apparent connections on the surface.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he could provide unexpected benefits at critical moments.

If everyone knows what cards you hold, it's hard to play. But if you suddenly pull out a trump card, then how will you, sir, respond?

"Send the USS Roosevelt carrier strike group for a precision strike, and have the artillery ready, aimed at London's Royal Square, awaiting the order to fire."

No sooner had Swavet finished speaking than a sharp alarm blared through the Base.

"What's going on?"

"Report, Commander, something is approaching rapidly!"

Boom!

The ground began to shake, and an ammunition explosion occurred nearby, engulfing the entire artillery firing position in smoke.

Hela, clad in dark green armor, emerged, her beautiful face frosty, with a hint of a sneer.

Da da da!

Rifle bullets clinked against her armor, and even heavy Gatling fire couldn't penetrate her defenses; bullets aimed at her head were automatically deflected.

Countless dead U.S. soldiers, under Hela's magiccontrol, staggered to their feet and lunged at their former comrades.

Biting, screaming, and the sound of gun triggers being pulled echoed incessantly through the Base.

When the aircraft carrier in the port received the message, it began to lift fighter jets onto the deck for emergency takeoff.

Modern War Machine could not stop a high-dimensional deity; Hela, by herself, instilled fear in everyone.

The current powers-that-be were terrified. This kind of unreasonable alien, with no channel for communication, had directly begun a slaughter.

The U.S. military's proud high-tech weapons were nothing but fragile toilet paper in front of her!

"Where is Captain America! Save us! For the sake of being fellow U.S. military, lend a hand, brother!"

"Captain said it's off-duty hours now; if there's anything, please discuss it during work hours!"

"F*** you! What the f***! What off-duty hours! Are you crazy?!"

It was indeed off-duty hours; it was already five o'clock. No pay for overtime, refuse overtime, refuse involution, start with me!

An hour later, the news that the U.S. Sixth Fleet, along with its Base, had been destroyed spread throughout the World.

Before the leaders of various countries lay intelligence reports of the Sixth Fleet's annihilation. No one felt that the sudden appearance of Hela, the Goddess of Death, was irrelevant to them.

The good news was that Hela had not continued her slaughter; instead, after a skirmish with a You-Know-Who, she left with him.

The bad news was that the safety was temporary; if no countermeasure was found, when Hela reappeared, they would still face slaughter.

As for who was happiest, that was naturally Germany.

The U.S. military stationed in Germany had been largely annihilated; the mountain that had suppressed their armaments had collapsed!

If not for extreme control, their right hands would probably have already been raised in salute.

Countries around the World united to pressure the United States, demanding the disclosure of the Dark Elves' spaceship technology to help everyone achieve a technological leap.

Such a thing was quite rare. As the number one military power, to dare to provoke him like this would surely result in grass growing meters high on their graves.

But the U.S. military's Sixth Fleet, one of its most destructive overseas forces, had been wiped out, and after several days, not even a peep was heard.

No condemnation, no wanted notices, not even a declaration was issued. Burying their heads like ostriches, did they think nothing had happened?

Want to play dead? No way!

The current President, supported by the Rothschild Family, was busy figuring out how to transform from a pawn to a player, and had no time to deal with such matters.

Moreover, Hela's vengeful nature was clear for all to see; no one wanted to court disaster. Wouldn't it be better to live well? If they insisted on seeking death, they should find someone else to do it; no one was willing to seek death.

Furthermore, the Pentagon was also in chaos; just yesterday, the President was kidnapped!

The Ten Rings Gang once again issued a declaration, aiming to build a new World order, stating that as a unipolar military power, the United States must be dismantled.

On a flight for a domestic speech, he was publicly hijacked, all his staff were killed, and only the Presidentremained alive.

This time, they openly challenged Iron Man, specifically naming Tony to come and die.

S.H.I.E.L.D. could not dispatch troops. This incident further solidified Fury's resolve to implement the Insight Project.

If three brand new aircraft carriers were to launch, connected to all satellites, applying the Zola Algorithmto all humans worldwide to assess their danger level,

and kill them before they could turn bad and commit evil, then the World would not become so terrible.

Even with existing threats, through the Zola Algorithm, the location of terrorists could be calculated from myriad details: bank cards, bills, credit cards, shopping frequency, phone calls, text messages, and travel patterns.

Any transaction records and material transport would have records, and through calculation, the location could be determined.

This was the so-called big data algorithm; simply knowing where they were would allow for precise targeted strikes.

After launching, the three carriers would employ unique stealth technology, undetectable even by U.S. domestic military radar. Circling the World, they could conduct precise strikes the moment a target was detected!

The bottom of the carriers was also equipped with the cracked Chitauri energy weapons. These weapons could achieve ultra-long-range strikes.

The energy beam would remain focused and not dissipate too much power during flight.

Traditional gunpowder bullets, at most, could reach three thousand meters, and the recoil was enough to shatter a person's shoulder blade!

But energy weapons were different; they had less recoil and were relatively simpler to maintain. It was a complete dimensional strike, with only one flaw: they could not be handheld.

Chitauri weapons all carried a special virus; there was no antidote. Once infected, one could only wait to be eroded and then die.

This process would be very painful; internal organs would gradually fail, and one wouldn't die immediately, but would experience intense suffering, slowly dying in agony.

"We cannot send troops. The Insight Project is still missing one final piece. It's better to have the Avengersgo; fewer people but elite, much better than a noisy crowd."

Pierce's persuasion was not simply because of the Insight Project, but also because he didn't particularly like the Black President.

If he died, he died—an arrogance and prejudice from a White man. Let alone a Black man, sometimes they wouldn't even be soft-hearted when killing White men. To put it bluntly, to achieve their goals, anyone could be sacrificed.

Tony had barely rested for a few days when the Ten Rings Gang issued another challenge, forcing him to once again go to war.

This time, they replaced Pepper with Dr. Maya. Peppercouldn't be caught, and she had no significant connection to Tony, so capturing her would have no effect.

Thor and Loki did not come; instead, they returned to Asgard to stabilize the situation. There were already signs of dissent, with some factions refusing to comply, and Thor needed to quell the rebellion.

Otherwise, if the required tributes weren't paid, the Asgardians wouldn't have a very good life.

They relied entirely on siphoning from other colonies to support all of Asgard, euphemistically calling it military protection, but in reality, treating them as enslaved livestock.

Hela went to Tarot to study there.

The ultimate meaning of death was not death, but life. Life and death cycle endlessly; if there is only death and no new life, then it is not a cycle.

Steve had been out of sight recently, spending a few joyful days with his wife and daughter in a safe house.

Feeding his wives, then waiting to resolve the Insight Project.

This was a good opportunity to cleave S.H.I.E.L.D.Nothing was more suitable for a reshuffle than a clash of blood and fire, a physical eradication.

Tony called on War Machine Rhodey to go and meet the challenge. The Dark Avengers were also slacking off on the sidelines.

Extremis was a good thing; not only was Green Goblininterested, but Whiplash was also very interested in this virus.

One wanted to use it for physical enhancement, while the other wanted to apply this virus to the Arc Reactor!

Both were crazy!

And both were very confident, confident that they could crack the secret of the virus and perfect it.

The two arrived at a port dock.

Rhodes seemed to have thought of something, and he asked curiously.

"You and Dr. Maya aren't truly in love, are you? I heard her past private life was quite messy? Don't misunderstand, I have nothing to do with her."

First proving his innocence, Rhodes, although he also liked women, especially the fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged type, would absolutely never touch a friend's girlfriend or wife.

As a man, one must have principles. Digging a wall is fun for a moment, but afterwards, it's a crematorium!

A full meal versus full meals every day—one had to distinguish between them.

Tony was a bit speechless at the question. He patted his friend's shoulder and said earnestly.

"Do you know Spider-Man's guardian, Aunt Mei?"

"I know her. She's almost fifty, and she's still quite good-looking."

Rhodes certainly knew her; they were all Avengersmembers, so there was no reason not to know her.

"Steve hooked up with her! If even Steve can do that, what's wrong with Maya and me! Why don't you criticize him, and always criticize me?!"

Tony was very annoyed; he was in a normal relationship! If Pepper were around, would he even need to look for Maya?

This made Rhodes' expression a bit strange; there was simply no comparison, was there?

"But Aunt Mei's private life is very simple, uh, okay, if you say it's fine, it's fine. Anyway, it's your wedding, not mine."

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That's absolutely right. Dr. Maya, with her 'hundred-man slayer' reputation, how can she compare to a woman like Aunt May, who is so conservative in her private life?

There's no comparison, okay?

Aunt May is indeed a bit older, but she takes such good care of herself. Who wouldn't be smitten?

Dating a girl who's been with a hundred men, to put it unpleasantly, you wouldn't even know if the child born is yours. You might end up raising someone else's bastard.

But it doesn't matter. Just as Tony himself said, if he likes it, there's nothing to be done.

Some people are pure love warriors, while others are born liking to wear hats. There's no helping it.

Respect, blessings! And then be his friend, his good brother!

Fully armed terrorists were scattered throughout the dock, on the highest transport frame.

Dr. Maya was tied up above, her face turning red, her whole body dizzy, her eyes unfocused. It looked like she had been infected with Extremis, and was now in a struggle with the virus.

If she could endure it, allowing the virus to initially merge with her body, she would gain unimaginable power. She could recover quickly from fatal injuries; as long as she didn't want to die, it would be very difficult for her to die.

But if she couldn't endure it, she would become a human firework, exploding directly, her body vaporizing along with it, ultimately disappearing from the World.

Spider-Man changed into his black suit, swung over with his spider-silk, landed gracefully, and appeared silently beside the two.

"Mr. Stark, am I late?"

"No, you're just in time. When the fight starts, help me get Maya down and into the car outside. I've already marked it for you. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Tony had Jarvis drive the car near the dock. Once Mayawas in the car, Jarvis would drive to the seaside Villa. He would have his final showdown with Killian, and then go back to save Maya.

"Okay."

Spider-Man didn't want to get too involved in these matters. He had to be home before midnight, otherwise his wife Ursula would call him.

The landlord's daughter, now his wife. Ursula and Peter's relationship had always been very good. After Peter and Mary Jane broke up—oh no, it should be said after Peter's unrequited love ended—they tried to be together.

Now they were successfully married, their efforts bearing fruit. It was an ordinary but fulfilling life. This mortal life was great, perfect for him.

Peter had never wanted to be a superhero. He didn't want to before, and then Uncle Ben died, and his dying words, 'With great power comes great responsibility,' morally blackmailed him.

It was Aunt May, the widow, who answered his questions and freed him from being bound and blackmailed by his superhero identity.

"Three, two, one, fight!"

Tony changed into his latest Iron Man Suit and began to rush straight up.

Rhodes also put on his Patriot Iron Man Suit to eliminate the enemies and search for the President's whereabouts.

The Ten Rings Gang had the audacity to kidnap the President. If this matter wasn't handled well, the United States would become the laughing stock of the entire World! By then, there might even be rebellions and other troubles. If they couldn't even protect their own President, how could they expect the U.S. military to protect them?

Da da da!

Machine gun bursts, combined with the aiming system's lock-on, consumed little ammunition but had terrifying accuracy. Cheating in reality, the main goal was a massacre!

The counter-bullets hit the Iron Man Suit, making crisp clanging sounds, unable to even break through its defense.

Killian stood high up, his eyes coldly watching the massacred mercenaries below. No matter how many of them died, he wouldn't feel bad. They were all mercenaries; he only had an exchange of interests with them.

The Iron Man Suit entered slow motion, landing lightly on the suspension frame, face to face with Killian.

"Why are you doing this?!"

Tony spoke first, questioning him. He was buying time for Spider-Man, holding Killian back, trying to figure out how to kill him. Jarvis was also scanning and analyzing, trying to find his weakness.

Killian didn't notice this. He just looked at the bustling night sky in the distance, seeing the city's neon lights. The night was so deep and enchanting.

"Do you remember twelve years ago? I listened to you and stood on the rooftop in the cold wind all night.

You said you would come to see me, but did you come?

No! I was very disappointed. At that time, I invested everything I had into developing a new project, just a little bit, just a tiny bit more.

I needed funds, I needed investment. I came to you. Whether you invested or not, I actually don't blame you.

Really!"

Looking at Killian, who had turned around, his body perfectly muscled. A hint of jealousy flashed in Tony's eyes. Why were his opponents always so perfect?

Is having muscles a big deal? If he has the guts, let him compare with him to see who has more flab!

"You don't blame me, yet you still come to trouble me?"

"Hahahaha!"

Killian seemed to have heard a joke, clutching his stomach and laughing, almost out of breath. He even bent over exaggeratedly, continuing to laugh. It was hard to imagine his mental state at that moment.

"I'm troubling you? Heh heh, you're troubling me!

Tony, if you don't want to invest, you don't have to, but if you promised me an investment, don't break your word.

People must have integrity. Do you know how desperate I was then? I wished I could jump from the rooftop and end it all, once and for all.

It was just during the Carnival fireworks display. Watching those fireworks, I suddenly didn't want to die anymore.

I want to live, live well, and then prove to you all that what I, Killian, lost, I will definitely take back!"

Killian's smile gradually became manic, his whole body beginning to glow red and heat up. He easily overheated when old matters were brought up.

Slap!

Spider-silk splattered on his face.

Spider-Man landed, violently tearing off the iron chains binding Dr. Maya, then lifted her onto his shoulder and swung towards the distant dock.

Boom!

While still in the air, Dr. Maya suddenly exploded!

The intense heat blew Spider-Man away, his brand new suit was shattered, and he was severely injured!

If his physical constitution hadn't been strong enough, he would have vaporized along with her at that moment!

"No!"

Tony cried out in grief. He truly wanted to marry her and spend the rest of his life with her! Just the fact that Dr.Maya came to find him and warn him, he knew she had good intentions.

Smoking, drinking, perming her hair, and tattoos, but she was a good girl!

Killian, however, showed a mocking and gloating expression, shaking his head and pretending to comfort him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity, she still didn't make it. Such a shame. You could have saved her, but now you've doomed her. How pathetic!"

Bang!

A repulsor blast hit Killian directly in the face, smashing half of it!

An ordinary person subjected to such an energy blast would have died instantly.

But Killian didn't die. His red-hot body began to repair itself according to its genetic blueprint. It recovered at a visible speed, even his eyes and nerves returned to normal. This was the most unscientific part!

Even if modern medicine could stabilize the injury, it couldn't heal that quickly. Even if it did recover, it wouldn't be that fast!

Organs like the eyes, which are connected to nerves, are not regenerative. Once damaged, they are useless for life.

Yet, Killian's Extremis could achieve such a rapid and complete recovery in such a short time. Even the weakness of the head was no longer a weakness. This ability was somewhat terrifying!

"I have recorded this experimental data. Brain damage can also be repaired, excellent!

It's just that the defensive capability is a bit lacking, but there's still room for improvement!"

Killian said as he charged forward, his speed not matching a super soldier's, but still a third faster than an ordinary person.

Tony looked up, ready to fire another energy blast, but Killian grabbed his arm. He forcefully crushed the energy focusing lens on his palm, and the panel indicated that the arm equipment was starting to fail.

He raised his other hand again, preparing an energy blast, but Killian grabbed it again, squeezing forcefully, and the focusing lens on that palm also shattered.

He looked at Tony's mask, his expression full of disdain.

"What trash! Tony, didn't you realize in Morocco that your repulsor blasts had too much of a delay?

A year has passed, and you haven't improved at all. Calling you a genius is an insult to the word 'genius'.

You want to go down with your regrets, huh?"

Killian raised his hand, his right hand turning fiery red, then brought down a fierce hand chop.

"Eject!"

The back of the Iron Man Suit split open, ejecting Tony. The next second, Killian's hand chop actually split the Iron Man Suit in half!

The suit's quality was supposed to withstand missile bombardment, yet it was split in half by a mere hand chop, with hot, charred marks on the edges of the cut.

The temperature of that hand chop must have reached five thousand degrees!

Otherwise, it couldn't have cut the Iron Man Suit in half like cutting a melon. But five thousand degrees of high temperature, that's impossible for a carbon-based life form to generate, absolutely impossible!

The human body cannot withstand such high temperatures; a carbon-based life form would burn to ashes first. How could such a thing happen?!

Unscientific!

In the Marvel Universe, don't talk about science. There is no science here; what is called science is all metaphysics!

Ignoring the sharp pain in his back from the impact, Tony quickly had Jarvis control other Iron Man Suits to fly over and provide him with a suit.

At this point, he was already considering how to enhance his combat effectiveness even without a suit!

Clang!

Killian took a huge leap, directly crushing the iron railing where Tony was. The nearby steel guardrail also began to melt due to the high temperature.

He wasn't in a hurry to kill Tony, but planned to play with him slowly, slowly killing him!

Years of hatred, suppressed until this moment, showed the tenacity of his mind, exceeding the limits of many people.

Tony desperately jumped to the side, and an Iron Man Suit caught him. However, the force of the fall was a bit too great, and he also hit the guardrail during the flight, causing him to fall flat on his face!

Before he could clear his head, he saw Killian jump down from above. He quickly activated his thrusters, pushing himself a few meters away.

"Sir, his repair requires energy. We can keep attacking him, keeping him in a state of repair. Repeatedly repairing injuries will cause his body temperature to continue to rise, potentially causing the Extremis to lose control."

Jarvis's analysis was very accurate. Combining the previous explosion and the analysis of the current fight, he immediately drew a conclusion.

Thinking of Dr. Maya's death—the woman he had finally fallen for and wanted to marry! To be killed by his opponent in such a way, this anger was even greater than when Pepper was completely taken by Steve!

Pepper was just a little reluctant, but with Maya, he was truly smitten!

No man would stand by indifferently while his beloved woman died tragically before him. If there was, then it certainly wasn't true love!

Learning from the lesson of almost having his palm crushed, Tony controlled the Iron Man Suit to create distance, and began to bombard Killian with repulsor blasts.

Killian hadn't expected Tony to be so shameless. One moment he pointed out his weakness, the next he shamelessly started a kiting battle?

Unfortunately, Extremis had no long-range attack methods. While it was incredibly strong in close combat, it was bound to suffer in long-range attacks.

He raised his hand to block Tony's attack, and casually grabbed the railing. His right hand became scorching hot, melting the steel pipe, and then he tore it down.

He hurled it fiercely at Tony!

Bang!

Tony spun and fell onto the walkway below, the Arc Reactor in his chest was struck and shattered!

If the Arc Reactor didn't have an explosion risk, he might have been blown up himself!

Killian leaped and walked in front of Tony, who was unable to get up.

He tore off his mask with his hand, picked up the Iron Man mask, a sinister and disdainful smile on his lips.

"Is this the turtle shell that protects you? In my opinion, it's vulnerable. I really don't know what you're thinking. Human evolution is the ultimately correct path. Using this kind of turtle shell to protect humanity, heh heh, will only weaken human potential!!"

Killian finished speaking and directly kicked Tony, melting his legs. The high temperature even charred his blood vessels, preventing the danger of major bleeding!

"I won't kill you, Tony. I want you to live in pain in this World! Haha!"

The deranged Killian even tore off Tony's arms!

Before the Dark Avengers could arrive, he had already jumped into the sea of Fire, escaping through the dock's canal.

Tony, stripped of his limbs, passed out. The disparity between the two was immense.

The once sturdy Iron Man Suit became a laughable toy in Killian's hands!

The death of his beloved, combined with the intense physical pain and the anger of being humiliated, left Tony physically and mentally exhausted.

He passed out before Whiplash arrived.

It wasn't a deliberate feigned faint, but a genuine collapse from being unable to bear such a result.

Looking at his former arch-enemy in such a miserable state, Whiplash couldn't help but clap his hands. He even planned to set off some firecrackers to add to the excitement.

"Good! The Starks are finally down on their luck! Excellent! Father, do you see! The Starks are down on their luck! Hahaha!"

Chapter 192 The message that can make Black Widow collapse

Spider-Man Peter was sent to Avengers Headquarters, and Iron Man Tony was also sent to AvengersHeadquarters for treatment.

One suffered severe burns over 90% of his body from a close-range, high-temperature explosion, an injury so severe it was close to disfigurement.

Tony was even worse off, with his limbs severed and his beloved woman dying tragically before his eyes, while he was powerless to do anything.

This was a double blow, both physically and mentally; to endure it would truly show a firm will!

Killing people, yet striking at their hearts!

Killian never intended to kill Tony from the start; as long as he didn't kill an Avenger, the conflict wouldn't escalate.

He could then continue his cat-and-mouse game, toying with his old enemy within appropriate limits.

"Just let him go?"

Dr. Octopus's original intention wasn't bad, especially after repairing the damaged chip. His mind was much clearer without the noisy mechanical arms.

His head felt clear and peaceful. Otherwise, with people talking in his head all day, and it being incomprehensible noise, let alone ordinary people, even those with strong willpower would be nagged into schizophrenia!

Green Goblin glanced at Spider-Man and Iron Manbeing sent away by War Machine, his smile quickly turning incredibly sinister.

"Yes, let him go. Otto, you probably don't know this yet, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is about to start an internal conflict!"

As Dark Avengers, they were not under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction, but were nominally under the Avengers, actually belonging to the Military, and overseen by General Ross, Captain America Steve's convenient father-in-law.

Steve never really got along with General Ross; he took his daughter, then turned around and didn't acknowledge this convenient father-in-law.

Pierce's actions were very secretive, but what he did in conjunction with Fury was not so covert. Coupled with ideological differences with Secretary-General Hill, missions were often split into two factions.

As an ambitious person, Green Goblin naturally noticed this situation. He had no interest in such struggles. If he was going to do something, he would be a Senator!

To become a Senator, one must start as a local councilor and slowly climb up, or run directly for Mayor.

He was taking this route, a direct step to running for Mayor.

As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't hinder him, he didn't want to cause any extra trouble.

"Then I'll go see Peter. I'm not getting involved in anything else; you can do whatever you want."

Dr. Octopus used his mechanical claws to scurry across the ground, each claw four meters long, allowing him to move very quickly even when traveling.

The scene was a mess. Before Fury sent people to arrive, Green Goblin and Whiplash had already collected the remains of Extremis. They each had their own plans to study this virus to enhance themselves.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

Fury stared at Pierce, who was talking on the phone outside. He had only recently noticed something was off because the other party was too eager, too enthusiastic. He remembered when he first met this guy, he still had that unique white man's arrogance.

He couldn't say he treated black people equally; he just seemed to inherently look down on them.

This was a common problem for most white people, as the slave wars had only ended less than two or three hundred years ago, and memories were still fresh.

It was precisely Pierce's excessive enthusiasm that made Fury wary.

Through a unique channel, Fury contacted a group of pirates to hijack a S.H.I.E.L.D. satellite ship.

At the same time, he picked up his phone and made a call, not to the pirates, but to Black Widow.

"I'm busy! What is it?"

Black Widow's voice was a bit rushed, not knowing if she was running or doing something else.

"A satellite launch ship has been hijacked by pirates. I'm sending a special forces team for rescue, and I hope you can go and retrieve some data from the ship for me."

Fury had no doubts; the missions Agents had to perform were bizarre, so nothing they did would be strange. If it seemed strange, it was because one hadn't yet experienced what it meant to be an Agent!

Agent, Agent, that is the way Agents work.

"Ah!"

Black Widow screamed. She wasn't hitting a home run with Steve, but was undergoing a brand-new nanotechnology treatment.

This treatment could help her recover her excised organs, allowing her to go from infertile to being qualified to become a mother.

Nanotechnology repair had such an effect, reorganizing and repairing according to the blueprint in the genetic cells.

How each person would be in the future, what they would look like, how tall, how big, and their lifespan, was all etched into the genetic blueprint from the beginning. As they aged, it would slowly be realized bit by bit according to the blueprint.

"I understand, I'll be back in a moment."

Black Widow was drenched in sweat from exhaustion, her tone very excited. A woman who couldn't bear children couldn't be called a woman.

A woman's responsibility is to bear children; if they abandon this responsibility, they don't even have the right to be called human. Men and women have their own different divisions of labor, which means they must fulfill their responsibilities. If responsibilities are not discussed, it's not being a hooligan, but can directly lead to death.

Zhao Hailun finished the treatment course and then activated the infrared warming mode.

"You still need to lie down for an hour for a comprehensive sterilization treatment. If there's an urgent mission, it will just have to be put aside."

"An hour? Okay, I think that should be enough time. Thank you, Dr. Zhao."

Black Widow Natasha was incredibly grateful to the woman in front of her; she had successfully transformed her back into a complete woman, not a broken one.

No woman wants to have important organs removed, just as no man wants to be a eunuch.

"No need to be polite, I'm just following orders. You rest well, don't touch anything else. You might be thirsty; there's a cup nearby, just call out and water will be poured for you."

Zhao Hailun received the message, and her originally somewhat serious expression suddenly showed a hint of a charming smile. She picked up a unique Doctor's uniform from the side; it looked anything but proper, clearly designed to add to the mood.

Natasha's expression was a bit strange as she watched Zhao Hailun put on high heels and leave. It looked like she was going on a date.

Tap, tap, tap. At this moment, the laboratory door opened, and Hill walked in, her high heels clicking.

Natasha clearly noticed bite marks on her small feet, which was a bit strange.

Hill came to the counter, her face still showing traces of amorous passion.

"It seems you're recovering well. Fury must have called you. Do as he says. There's an insider in S.H.I.E.L.D.; use this incident to conduct a complete purge."

Natasha looked at Hill somewhat strangely. The other party was getting more and more beautiful, younger and younger. This was a bit abnormal; normally, people should be getting older.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to tell me this? I'm just an Agent; I don't handle these matters."

"Anyway, you'll know eventually. I'm just telling you what you should know in advance. HYDRA has infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., and your former Red Roomorganization also sent people to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D.

There isn't a single organization in this World that doesn't want to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. You are in me, and I am in you; that's the most troublesome part.

I haven't been in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. for long, and even before, there were many things I didn't know because I didn't have the corresponding clearance.

Now the World is undergoing drastic changes. Super-powered individuals and aliens have already broken the concept of conventional warfare.

Modern warfare has also become a joke. You already know the information that the Goddess of Death Helaalone defeated the overseas fleet and all of Britain's Military.

This is the power brought by evolution, a deterrent force even stronger than nuclear warheads. No need to rely on external forces; one is an army in oneself.

Hill's tone was long and drawn out, her dreamy eyes still immersed in the previous pleasure, not yet officially entering work mode.

She clapped her hands, and the laboratory projected a holographic image into the air, showing information and photos of Spider-Man Peter Parker and Iron Man Tony's severe injuries.

"One severely burned by high temperatures, one had his limbs severed. They can still be saved, it's just a bit troublesome.

Do you still think this is the World it used to be? Times have changed. Some people have realized this, while others haven't.

Steve has been to outer space, and I've also been to Thor's home, Asgard. I even fought them and encountered the Dark Elves.

The Universe is too vast. How many races are there that we don't even know about, or can't even detect?

From the moment S.H.I.E.L.D. began to weaponize the Tesseract, our Planet was marked. High-level cosmic warfare is about to arrive.

Their weapons are too advanced; they can destroy an entire planetary civilization in one go. Now we are still using traditional gunpowder; it's not just backward, it's practically primitive.

Natasha listened to Hill's disjointed narration of all this, her eyes somewhat unfocused. All of this had a great impact on her.

Especially after hearing the Red Room's information, she became exceptionally agitated.

After listening for half an hour, she found an opportunity to ask the question she cared about most during Hill's coffee break.

Cosmic civilizations, cosmic wars, life and death—none of that had much to do with her. She only cared about one thing: the survival of the Red Room.

"I remember Barton and I destroyed the Red Roomtogether! They're finished; how could they still be alive?"

"You only destroyed the facade. The real Red Room was never on the ground; it was in the sky."

Hill put down her cup, which was once again refilled with sweet and rich coffee. Like Steve, she didn't like bitter coffee, preferring sweet, fragrant coffee.

She wasn't there to pimp, or rather, pimping wasn't the main objective.

The main idea was to recruit more talent, especially technological talent.

Talent specializing in technology was rare, and beautiful ones even rarer, like hen's teeth.

Natasha's adoptive mother, Melina Vostokoff, was a good scientist, and most of the Red Room consisted of women, so good candidates could be selected from them.

As for Natasha, it was only because she came from the Soviet Union and was from the Red Room that she was recruited as an afterthought.

Natasha, who inherently lacked a sense of security, had regarded S.H.I.E.L.D. as her home. Later, she merely wanted to curry favor with Steve, so she changed her strategy.

It's normal for excellent men to be pursued by many women. If she got jealous over such things, she would have died of envy long ago.

"What!"

Hearing that the nightmarish Red Room still existed in the World, and that what she had destroyed was merely a superficial puppet, which instead helped the true Red Room hide better, she felt a sense of shame and anger at being played, as well as an unspeakable inner fear.

"How is that possible? I clearly destroyed the Red Roomand killed Dreykov!"

It wasn't hearsay; she had personally destroyed the Red Room. Now she was being told that this experience was fake, and that the real Red Room had not been destroyed.

Instead, her attack was used to destroy the superficial organization, making it easier to hide.

The Red Room trained Black Widows, all orphans, who underwent professional training. This included assassination, espionage, intelligence interrogation, seduction, assault, demolition, firearm use, and aircraft and ship piloting skills.

To ensure their loyalty, chips were specifically installed. If a Black Widow attempted to escape, the chip would activate, releasing a powerful electric current to kill them instantly!

Furthermore, specific scents were used for hypnosis to ensure their loyalty in daily life.

Relying on honey traps, the Red Room successfully infiltrated almost all walks of life, with informants undercover in many important positions, thereby continuously acquiring intelligence.

These intelligence reports were then resold, without participating in specific affairs.

Few people knew of the Red Room's existence; they only knew of an intelligence broker who could buy any desired intelligence at will.

As long as one could afford the price, even whether the President's wife had an affair, whose card she played, or what underwear she wore today, could be known clearly.

Selling only intelligence, not engaging in assassination or attacks, was the reason the Red Room could hide under the noses of major powers.

Unlike organizations like HYDRA that did everything, even participating in terrorist attacks. The tallest nail gets hammered; developing stealthily is the right way!

"Nothing is impossible. Who would have thought that evolution is humanity's primary path?"

Hill's lips held a faint smile; she was a beneficiary of evolution. Without serum injections, she possessed a physique comparable to those with serum.

It seemed the more she received accumulated gifts from serum carriers, the greater the chance she would be subtly changed.

This was right up her alley!

What could be better than an evolution that brought absurd benefits from doing pleasurable things?

Natasha was in a daze, lost in thought. Without having gone through the Red Room's training, one wouldn't know how cruel that training was.

To temper their ruthless minds, they would be assigned a companion from a young age.

Training day and night, executing missions, fostering deep emotional bonds. Yet, in the graduation assessment, one task was to personally kill their best friend!

It was inhumane, crushing the spiritual support they desperately clung to and relied upon!

Only a handful of Agents, those who could endure such training and successfully graduate, were given the title of Black Widow.

Chapter 193 Natasha takes the initiative to pursue

"If you're going after the Red Room, count me in."

Natasha chose to trust Hill, even though they didn't have much interaction or contact within S.H.I.E.L.D..

Their relationship wasn't good, nor was it bad; it was just average.

Putting aside the mutual rivalry between two beautiful women, Natasha still admired Hill; at least Hill's vision was on a level she couldn't match.

The first woman to thoroughly conquer Captain America, if anyone were to ask who first rode Captain America, people would surely think of Hill.

Who else, when she was his lawfully wedded wife, his female superior, and his wife? It all reeked of a kept man.

"You should focus on recovering from your injuries. It's not too late to depart after you complete your mission. This matter isn't urgent; it's been so many years, we're used to it. A little more time won't hurt."

Hill was very satisfied with Natasha's attitude; she was still someone worth trying to win over.

An all-rounder implies mediocrity; only specializing in one area might lead to being a genius.

On the other side.

Steve was busy exercising when a call came in.

"Master, it's Fury's call."

"Answer it. What is it?"

Queen Ramonda dared not speak at this moment. She had been told her son was still alive and was recovering from his injuries. Just as she was about to leave, she was caught and humiliated again.

"I have a mission that requires your help. I know you're very busy, but I suspect some things.

I'm not entirely certain, so I need your help. This mission is a rescue and won't take up much of your time."

Fury hadn't begged anyone in such a tone for a long time; he only spoke this way when facing superiors.

"Alright, since you've asked, I'll definitely give you face. Send over the mission details and time, and I'll be there as scheduled."

Steve couldn't help but think of the plot of Captain America 2. It seemed Pierce was too hasty, leading Furyto discover some secrets.

Queen Ramonda bit her clothes. For her son to regain the throne, she could endure any hardship, accept any grievance.

She just couldn't understand why, as the Queen of Wakanda, she lived such a humiliating life.

"Thank you, my friend. No matter what happens in the future, at least I acknowledge you as a friend."

Fury rarely admitted to having friends, or rather, friends were just a means of winning people over for him.

How could the King of Agents have friends?

Maintain suspicion towards everyone, even one's superior.

Only this way can one become a qualified S.H.I.E.L.D.leader. On this path, he had never trusted anyone.

It was true then, and it remains true now.

He used to collaborate more with Hill, but when it came to leading a small team for an external mission, he still entrusted it to Coulson.

He just didn't expect Hill to successfully rise in power with Steve's help.

A cold beauty, silent, unyielding to anyone, and even a Master of retorting, making people gnash their teeth in frustration yet powerless, would adopt such a style.

No matter how aloof or cold, when facing the man she loves, she couldn't possibly remain cold.

After ending the call, Steve received a mission message from Fury.

"As expected, it's about dealing with the Lemurian Star ship. Interesting. What did Pierce do on this ship that made Fury hire pirates to hijack his own organization's vessel?"

Steve's movements were continuous, but his thoughts didn't cease.

Queen Ramonda's eyes flashed with deep surprise. Self-theft?

Are people outside playing such elaborate games? Where's the professionalism? Do they have no shame?

While he was just thinking, Edith had already proactively transmitted all the data before his eyes.

The structural diagrams, defense layouts, and locations of detained individuals on the Lemurian Star ship were all clearly marked.

He didn't know what kind of technology was used after the satellite upgrade to achieve this effect.

Monitoring the ground with satellites is normal, capturing cinematic quality photos from ten thousand meters up, clearly penetrating layers of clouds.

But to penetrate decks and steel to see what's inside, that's difficult. From a normal scientific perspective, it's almost impossible.

However, here, logic and science are not required.

Where magic exists, science is just a joke.

Looking at the time, there was still an hour, which was about right.

An hour later, Steve departed.

Su Rui on the other side had already infiltrated the Dark Elves' spaceship control system and re-coded it. Although some things would be lost, it was much better than being unable to drive it.

The spaceship docked at London's Royal Plaza started up again. After a brief ascent, it vanished in an instant, completely disappearing!

Even the refraction of sunlight couldn't reveal it. This stealth ability could even deceive Heimdall, the gatekeeper of Asgard.

The old Queen of Britain couldn't help but curse loudly at this, completely disregarding her so-called aristocratic etiquette. At this moment, she was just a furious shrew, an old shrew, yelling on the street after being utterly defeated!

Britain's army had been utterly slaughtered by Hela; the army, air force, and navy, all perished without exception.

The army's armored units were completely dismantled, with not a single one remaining. Of the nearly three hundred thousand troops, less than ten thousand remained. The two hundred ninety thousand who disappeared either died or went missing.

The navy's fleet, its only aircraft carrier, was blown up, and frigates and destroyers were all destroyed one by one.

Only the submarines, by fleeing quickly, managed to escape the disaster.

The air force's fighter jets were also completely wiped out, with no survivors. Not a single pilot who dared to take off and confront Hela returned alive.

In addition, Hela forcibly awakened the skeletons sleeping underground, and with the cities reduced to ruins by the battle's aftermath, an epidemic was now spreading.

The death toll, including soldiers and civilians, exceeded one million, among whom were many royal family members and numerous noble lords, all dying in this unforeseen calamity.

The only thing that could be considered a war prize, the alien spaceship, the British couldn't even get close to.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special forces team might as well have put up a sign that read 'No Britons or dogs allowed.'

It's no wonder the old Queen was so utterly defeated and cursed on the street.

This was equivalent to an empire already in decline being completely ruined under her watch! Wouldn't she be reviled in the history books for years to come?

If it were her doing, she would accept it.

But now it was clearly an unforeseen disaster; it was not her fault at all!

Sitting at home, a disaster falls from the sky!

Who will bear the blame?

Watching the spaceship depart, the special forces members also left to rest, as there were more missions ahead.

Anyway, in this battle, the superheroes had a blast, Hill's faction made a fortune, and the World where only the British were hurt was achieved!

"Contact HYDRA, find the strongest one, contact them. We will support them.

There is only one goal: destroy S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

The old Queen roared in anger. After decades of not showing her power, did they really think she was a sick cat?

Did the Falklands War not make the World realize that Britain still had reserves, or has the era progressed to the point where it has truly turned Great Britain into the Great Qing Dynasty?

Such acts of aiding the enemy can be done but not spoken of. You can do it, but you can't keep shouting that you're going to support Terrorists, can you?

Even the World hegemon, the United States, doesn't have the guts for that. They know to do it in the dark, to act sneakily. But this old Queen, she doesn't care, completely defeated, she's going all in?

Taking the entire wealth of Britain, excluding the Kingdom of Ireland, to go all in and compete with S.H.I.E.L.D.?

S.H.I.E.L.D. used to be nothing in front of Jewish capital; at most, it was a useful and handy tool.

And that was all!

Who would have thought that Steve, this shameless scoundrel, would take down his female superior, Hill, and then the two, husband and wife, would collude with HYDRA internally to short half of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

It was truly a case of a cuckoo usurping a magpie's nest, utterly shameless!

If it were just that, it wouldn't be much.

Capital can support one S.H.I.E.L.D., and it can support another Agent organization, which could be called S.W.O.R.D. or the Multiverse Management Bureau. In any case, several could be supported at will.

However, S.H.I.E.L.D., as a violent organization, had expanded to an incomprehensible degree after breaking free from control.

When they wanted to restrict it, they found it was already unstoppable.

Cut off its funding source?

They had their own money!

Using other violent organizations to counter it might be a good path, but there were no such people currently.

Thus, Killian appeared in their sights!

As a supervillain who could defeat Iron Man, shatter his armor, and cut off his limbs, this record was his unique glory. Such villainy was also very suitable for doing things that shouldn't be done.

Indian Ocean.

The ocean at night was not calm; influenced by ocean currents and weather, surging waves would always be stirred up.

A ship emblazoned with U.S. markings lay quietly on the sea, even its engines turned off.

A huge cargo ship should not be stalled here, drifting with the currents in the ocean, as it would risk capsizing.

The more time spent at sea, the more danger it brings.

There were no staff on board, no crew members seen working. The ship was also equipped with satellite instruments; this was a vessel used to launch small satellites.

Many people believed that launching satellites must be done from a Rocket platform and on land.

These stereotypes were recorded in their minds from watching television, and in fact, it was mostly true.

However, with the rapid development of technology, satellites have also shifted from land to sea.

The ocean provides natural seawater for cooling and protection, and unique vessels can also transfer pressure to the sea, sharing more of the wear and tear.

Another reason is secrecy and security responsibility.

Evidently, the ship before them was undertaking a secret satellite launch mission, but why it was targeted by pirates was unknown.

Was it because the U.S. Sixth Fleet was destroyed earlier?

Did someone come to provoke the tiger so quickly?

Did they see the mighty World hegemon bleeding and were eager to pounce and take a bite? To be the first lucky one to eat a crab?

Steve had already appeared on the plane, looking at Black Widow, who had changed into a stealth suit, showcasing her curves.

"You look pretty good, congratulations!"

"Thank you, and thanks to you too. After the mission, I'll treat you to dinner as a thank you. There's a restaurant in Chinatown that makes delicious food; we can try it."

Natasha smiled and extended the invitation. She had tried before, but while trying, she also held back.

The fundamental reason wasn't that she was an Agent; Hill was also an Agent, and she was even married and had children. That wasn't the issue at all.

What Natasha cared about was that she wasn't complete; she couldn't be a mother, a biological mother!

Unlike couples who adopt children from orphanages, if the child isn't one's own, one won't truly love them or genuinely pour their heart into them.

Sometimes, even with one's own biological children, one might not invest so much effort, let alone children with no blood relation?

Being unable to conceive, unable to truly be a mother and procreate with a loved one, this itself was a defect, an imperfection.

This imperfection made Natasha hesitant and unsure whether she should, or could, pursue Steve.

She had done extensive research and found that after Steve was frozen for seventy years, his physical condition was still excellent, even showing a trend of getting better and better!

Under this premise, Steve had not lost his ability to procreate. From her own investigation, she knew that many women had been Steve's girlfriends, and they had successfully become pregnant.

If one instance doesn't prove anything, it could still be someone else's.

But what about three, or five?

Surely not every one of them was fake?

It was precisely because of her own imperfection, coupled with the speculation that Steve might have a unique obsession with children, that Natasha appeared hesitant and indecisive. She was only half a woman.

After graduating from the Red Room, her organs for motherhood were removed by a gun, making her an incomplete woman. She looked fine, with no apparent problems, but in reality, without children, she had no burdens or worries, allowing her to execute and complete missions more directly and efficiently.

Now, what she had lost had returned. Under nanotechnology repair, the genetic blueprint was successfully restored, and the missing parts were filled in.

Theoretically, if a man became a eunuch, he could also be repaired through this technology.

The human body holds many secrets; many things cannot be explained by science.

This is also why Hill and other women with normal scientific views would conclude that evolution is humanity's only path.

Look at the superheroes everywhere, and the supervillains wreaking havoc across the World.

They either possess high-tech or black-tech, or they have undergone physical mutations due to certain circumstances, becoming 'monsters' in the eyes of ordinary people.

Seeing Black Widow, who had regained her confidence, Steve also smiled.

"No problem, I also love eating food from Chinatown. Do you know why they call it Chinatown?"

Chapter 194: A cowardly act, electric baton treatment!

Is this open flirting really appropriate? It's not, right!

Crossbones Langmulo was the number one subordinate, a die-hard fan. From the moment Stevesaid he was the HYDRA Captain, their leader, Langmulobecame completely subservient. Coupled with his personal bravery and slight flaws, his image became even more vivid and deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

"Captain, shouldn't we arrange a battle strategy?"

A team member couldn't help but interrupt the exchange of glances between Captain America and Natasha. If the location hadn't been inappropriate, they probably wouldn't have still been flirting; they would have gone to a hotel to book a room.

"You all go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll cover you."

Steve's arrangement was very clear: he was protecting everyone in front of him. Whether in front or behind, the question is, was he protecting them or not!

Ba Cao's expression was not very good; he was somewhat incredulous.

"Captain, those are international hardened criminals, and their leader is Batroc the Leaper, who previously served as an Agent for France's Directorate-General for External Security.

He is fierce, brutal, and cruel, and has already been responsible for thirty-six lives. He is a key wanted target for Interpol; we need your help and support!"

These words were meant to make Steve lead the charge, while they would just fire some shots from behind, shout "Nice!" and "Captain is awesome!" and the mission would be accomplished.

If it were the former Captain, he wouldn't have minded leading them, and he would have enjoyed direct confrontation, showcasing his continued usefulness and opportunity to shine.

But the current Steve is different; he is not the traditional Captain America, nor does he have any thoughts of sacrificing himself for the United States. He also won't debate ordered freedom versus free order, nor will he insist on any kind of justice.

He patted the other person's shoulder and smiled.

"What's your name?"

"Ba Cao, Captain!"

The man was a little nervous, a little excited. Had he successfully fooled him? What Captain America? He's just an old geezer who refuses to retire!

They would only think of letting a foolish, dim-witted person take the lead while they reaped the benefits from behind!

Unfortunately, they almost succeeded, just by a tiny bit.

"Alright, Ba Cao, I order you to take Team Three and launch a frontal assault to attract the enemy's attention. You just focus on completing the mission; you don't need to worry about anything else."

Steve's lips curled into a slight smile as he began to issue orders.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved; there was no benefit to this mission. At most, it was to have Edithdecipher the secrets on the ship, to see if Dr. Zola's Algorithm program was inside.

The Lemurian Star was for launching satellites, combined with the principles of the Insight Project.

This made it easy to deduce one thing: Pierce was accelerating the deployment of his exclusive satellites into space.

When the aircraft carriers ascended, they would connect with the satellites for signal transmission.

The Zola Algorithm program would collect everyone's information to calculate whether that person would pose a threat to HYDRA. Once a target was confirmed, it would use satellite positioning to lock onto their location. At the same time, it would use the mounted Chitauri energy weapons for long-range sniping and assassination. Such an assassination could eliminate thousands, even tens of thousands, of people at once.

Furthermore, the flying characteristic allows the three aircraft carriers to separate and conduct sniping assassinations on targets within two hours, ensuring speed and efficiency.

Pierce thought he was being very covert, but in Steve's eyes, it was all an open book, blatantly using a higher-level artificial intelligence for surveillance.

Hill knew, Sharon also knew, only Pierce and Fury didn't know. They were completely kept in the dark, thinking they were very clever and could pull off a grand deception, unaware that their smug expressions looked exactly like a Joker!

Before a cat catches a mouse, it will play with it fiercely, and once it's had its fun, it will eat or kill it.

S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to be divided; it needs to be disbanded.

Transforming overt resources into covert, unspeakable forces, and seizing resources belonging to the United States. All of this requires Pierce's Insight Project as a prelude and an incentive. Such a dangerous project, almost based on a human extermination plan with sinister intentions, will inevitably be forced to shut down by Congress and the Military, incited by capital that is already extremely wary of Hill.

Hill can then use this opportunity to split S.H.I.E.L.D.into two, completely purging the undercover personnel who are not loyal to her side.

The other part will be left to Coulson and Fury, so they have some people to work with, maintaining the fragile balance of protecting the World.

After hearing Steve's words, Ba Cao's face turned green. He was hoping to take advantage, to trick Steve, the big fool, into fighting to the death. After all, aren't you Captain America? Isn't it only right for you to lead the charge?

"Captain, this doesn't seem to follow the rules, does it?"

"I'm not asking you about rules, I'm giving you an order."

Looking at the crestfallen minion, since he had defected to Pierce and was not his person, there was no need to be polite or try to turn him.

Personnel capacity is full; no recruitment is needed for now, so we can ask the gentleman to die!

"I'm not going! I'm not going! Those Terrorists have such powerful firepower, I'm no match for them at all, I don't want to go!"

Ba Cao shook his head violently. He didn't want to die, and he wouldn't go to his death!

What a joke! Those are international hardened criminals! They are genuine special forces soldiers who have come out of special forces, killed countless people, and have completely let themselves go.

How could he dare to go head-to-head with Batroc the Leaper?

"You're not going, are you? Very well, I will never tolerate cowardice! If you don't want to go, there are plenty of ways to make you go. Langmulo, he's yours. Give this colleague some courage."

Steve sat aside, watching the show, somewhat like an old soldier bullying and oppressing a new recruit.

Natasha, standing nearby, had a strange expression. This didn't look like something Captain America should be doing, did it?

It was hard to believe this was Captain America. She had long seen through Ba Cao's intention to trick Steveinto leading the charge.

She had originally thought of warning him, but now it seemed the Captain was not foolish at all. Justice and bravery have always been positive praises, not mockery or sarcasm.

Crossbones walked over with a sneer, turned Ba Caoaround, and then delivered a knee strike that made the other man's stomach churn.

Several special forces team members surrounded him, and under everyone's gaze, they began to punch and kick Ba Cao.

"Trust me, kid, this isn't personal, this is just to give you some courage! Do you want to be beaten to death by us, or go down and fight the Terrorists to the death, dying gloriously?"

Crossbones finally shouted what he most wanted to say. He claimed it wasn't personal, but every move was aimed at making sure Ba Cao couldn't have children.

Since he couldn't get a hit on Steve in the elevator battle, he had to change the scene and try it on someone else.

After saying that, he pulled out two stun batons, each over two hundred degrees. These stun batons are used to incapacitate enemies; being hit by them is very uncomfortable but not fatal. As for the extent of the injury, that's left to fate!

Zzzt!

The blue-glowing stun batons hummed with the sound of high-speed current, making one's scalp tingle. If you got shocked by that, you definitely wouldn't die, but you'd lose a layer of skin!

"Ah!"

Ba Cao screamed loudly, his entire body shaking, twitching, rolling his eyes, and foaming at the mouth from the electric shock. His bodily functions rapidly declined under the electrical damage. He didn't even know why he was being targeted.

Perhaps some people truly admire Steve, admire this Captain America.

But there will still be people who dislike him, who just can't stand him, and can't bear to see others do well. If they themselves are not capable, they hope others are just as incapable as them.

National idol?

Just a toy!

"Alright, it's almost time. Two of you, go carry him and parachute down together. As soldiers, you should have unwavering courage. If you don't even have that much courage, then don't eat this meal.

Go back and be ordinary people, taxpayers. Don't come here; this isn't a place for you to play house.

This place is about blood and glory. If you don't have that mindset, never eat this meal!

Now, pick up your weapons, put on your bulletproof vests, grab your gear, and go! Eliminate these pirates. They are just humans, not gods; they will die if hit by bullets!"

Steve reprimanded these opportunists. They wanted him to lead the charge?

Dream on!

Now it was their turn to work themselves to death, while he would watch the show from the sidelines.

The squad soldiers looked at each other. What Captain America said made so much sense, yet it felt a little strange, though they couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

Clearly, Steve is indeed an idol, a Captain, but that doesn't mean he has to do everything himself, does it? Except for procreation.

One by one, the soldiers jumped from the tail of the cabin, and two other soldiers carried the almost unconscious Ba Cao down.

Whether you live or die, you still have to jump.

Want to scheme against him? Then be prepared for retaliation!

What?

Not prepared?

Then just wait to die, there's no saving you!

Black Widow Natasha was the last to go down. Before she did, her butt was slapped. She turned her head in surprise; only Steve was there, right?

"What is it?"

"Be careful. I won't be going down. Finish your business and leave quickly; I'll pick you up."

Steve explained earnestly, but it was just to cover up what had just happened.

Natasha looked at Steve with some suspicion, but there was no reprimand or anger, only a hidden joy in her heart. She nodded, put on her parachute, and jumped down.

Unlike in the movie, where Steve jumps down alone without a parachute and takes out all the Terroristsbefore the main force arrives.

Now, Steve, the main force, hasn't arrived, and the rescue team was discovered in the air, forced to engage in fierce combat with the enemy without cover.

They became living targets in the air, and after a round of machine gun fire, several instantly died.

Hanging from their parachutes, they gradually drifted off course, becoming flying corpses!

Crossbones and the others, while Pierce's men drew fire, landed in the sea at the other end. Then they swam over and launched an attack from an undetected location.

This is what a professional special forces team does: conducting covert assaults as much as possible. If discovered, they switch to a hard assault.

As for whether the crew members would die as a result, that was not within the scope of consideration.

As long as the ship was recovered, the deaths would naturally be handled by those higher up. At most, they would be disciplined, but the public pressure would fall on the senior leaders.

Steve sat in the cabin, indifferent to what was happening below. He didn't even care much for the Insight Project.

He might have been very cautious before, but now his attention was focused on how to make himself stronger and evolve more perfectly.

Evolution is indeed a very good path, not that mechanical ascension is impossible.

It just wasn't suitable for him; mechanical ascension meant no flesh and blood, and naturally, he wouldn't be able to experience the joy of a wedding night.

There are countless paths to evolution, including turning oneself into a monster, all of which involve abandoning the original weak physical body and appearing in a higher form.

None of that mattered. All Steve wanted was to find his own suitable path.

Hela had met people from Tarot before. For various reasons, he had never been to Tarot, so this was a good opportunity to go and see.

Perhaps there would be unexpected gains there?

For him, he was also very curious about what kind of World that would be.

Unlike the reality before his transmigration, the East Asia region was perpetually shrouded in a fog.

Planes either flew through at ten thousand meters or circumvented the fog.

One could enter and exit the fog, but demons and monsters could not. At most, they could reach Singapore and settle in the city of sin there.

No one knew what the situation was like inside the fog. One could go in and out, but memories would be lost.

Tarot was also within the fog, this vast land completely covered by it. Inside, all compasses failed.

The Sun was not visible, and one could not determine direction from the Sun's position.

Hela had entered the fog, and then his contact with her was lost.

That was the most important thing to him. The thought of Cate Blanchett, the great demon queen, bearing his child, was truly exciting.

Whether she was beautiful or not was secondary; her aura alone could completely captivate people.

While he was thinking, the battle below intensified.

Black Widow Natasha infiltrated the control room. After stunning two guards with a Taser, she began to take out a USB drive to copy data.

She didn't know or understand what the program inside was or what it was for.

Having been an Agent for so many years, she only adhered to one principle: know what you're supposed to know, and pretend not to know what you're not supposed to know.

The Lemurian Star's route would never come to the Indian Ocean; it would return after reaching the Middle East.

To deviate so ridiculously far from its route—if there wasn't something fishy going on, only a ghost would believe it!

Intentionally deviating to a place so far from the U.S. Military fleet Base, deliberately creating an opportunity for pirates to hijack the ship, who knows what Harry's intentions were?

Natasha was suspicious, but she didn't delve deeper.

These matters might be signals of internal strife at the top. She thought for a moment and decided to copy two copies; she would give the other copy to Hill as a pledge of allegiance!