What should have been a battle cry instead became a symphony of victory. With the enemy completely unprepared, Black Bolt's shout knocked them all unconscious.
By the time the Inhuman soldiers rushed over, the three unlucky parachutists were already out cold. Black Bolt sighed in relief, then quickly waved his hand. "Quick! Drag them into the base!"
Before he even returned to the base, he had already taken out his communicator and contacted Earth. "Hello? Director Zheng? We've captured them. There are three in total. When will you come collect them? All right, I understand."
After hanging up, Black Bolt said, "Put all three of them in secure pods first. Don't let them wake up. The Divine Spear Bureau will come collect them shortly."
Meanwhile, back on Earth, Nick was slapping the table and arguing with Zheng Xian, Director of the Divine Spear Bureau, in the temporary combat command headquarters. "We agreed to split them evenly, but now there are three people and you want two! Why?!"
Zheng Xian picked at his ear and said, "Because I don't have Congress dragging me down. If they come to me, they won't be sealed away in Section 52, never to see daylight."
"You..." Nick was, quite rarely, left speechless. He sighed. "Forget it. Take all three."
"Why are you being so generous?"
"You have a point. Even if I bring them back, they'll be taken away through all sorts of means and locked up somewhere, only to break out someday and cause trouble for me. Better for you to take them. Once you get some research results, share a little with me."
"You've got quite the imagination. You want to enjoy the finished product without doing anything?"
"You have to understand me too." Nick dropped into a chair and began howling, "Everyone