"Sir! We have contacted Allen and Doctor Banner who fell from Helicarrier. However, Your Excellency Allen said that we do not need to send a plane to pick them up. They will rush directly to New York on their own."
After briefly confirming the situation on the ground, Maria Sil quickly raised her head and reported to Director Egghead.
Because Hawk Eyes was too familiar with the structure of S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, this raid caused considerable losses and casualties.
At present, there are countless people in the command room and on the deck outside who are busy repairing the damaged areas as soon as possible to ensure that they can exert 100% strength in the next war.
Nick Fury sat imagelessly on the steps on the ground, touched his bare head, and ordered with a gloomy look, "Don't worry about the two of them for the time being. I believe Allen has many ways to get to the battlefield in time. What is the current status of agent Barton? Is he still under the control of Loki?"
"Natasha is personally helping agent Barton regain consciousness. It should be effective soon. Compared with this, I am more worried about Phil. His heart was punctured, although He was rescued by Alesia using Healing Magic, but he remained unconscious. According to the doctor, his brain was deprived of oxygen for too long, which may cause permanent damage and even turn him into a vegetative state."
When saying these words, Maria Sil's face showed very rare emotions of sadness and anger.
Because Coulson, inside S.H.I.E.L.D., is known as a "good guy" who works hard and doesn't complain.
Whether it's professionalism or how he behaves, he gives people a very sincere and comfortable feeling.
As a subordinate, he never complains and will do his best no matter how dangerous the task is.
As a superior, he has the courage to take responsibility and will never blame his subordinates for failure, let alone send low-level agents to die.
But now, such a good person has been seriously injured by Loki, and may never wake up again in his lifetime.
The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is filled with the urge to take revenge!
Just look at the reaction of "Brother-protecting Demon" Thor and you will know how big a trap Loki got through this time.
He single-handedly united the Avengerss who were scattered and acting independently in an unprecedented way, just to achieve one goal, which is to avenge Coulsons.
Nick Fury undoubtedly noticed this. He slowly stood up from the steps, took out a bunch of blood-stained cards from his trench coat pocket, and threw them directly on the table. "I found this in Agent Coulson's jacket. He may never have a chance to ask you to sign it."
Having said that, Director Egghead directly threw these old-looking small cards in front of Steve·Rogers.
Glancing at these collection commemorative cards with his own cartoon image printed on them, Captain America felt as if his heart had been pinched hard by something, full of guilt and guilt that could not be described in words.
Because every time he sees these cards, the scene of Coulson talking to him with excitement on the plane will pop up in his mind.
He even felt that it was because of his relationship that he harmed the other party.
Seeing that his words had begun to have an effect, Nick Fury immediately struck while the iron was hot and continued, "I lost my best confidant.
Maybe I brought it upon myself.
Yes, we originally planned to use the Rubik's Cube to make weapons.
But I didn't use it on this, but used it on a riskier project.
That's my ideal, Stark should know.
The plan, called Avengers Initiative, brings together the most powerful and remarkable people in the world to see if they can make a bigger difference.
I hope that when humanity needs help the most, these people can work together to fight against an enemy we are not sure we can win.
Coulson has always been a staunch supporter of this plan.
Because he believes... heroes really exist! "
As the last word blurted out, Iron Man, who had been in contact with Coulson for the longest time and most frequently, suddenly stood up from the chair, his eye circles obviously red.
Coulson is not alone, but has a girlfriend who plays the cello.
Only Tony·Stark knows about this matter.
He could not imagine how painful and sad it would be for that woman to know that her boyfriend might have to lie in bed unconscious for the rest of his life.
He had experienced a similar situation once when he was poisoned by palladium, so he felt particularly empathetic to it.
Soon, Captain America, Thunder God and Iron Man could no longer stand the depressing atmosphere and left the combat command room one after another and chose to go outside for some fresh air.
Alesia, who stayed in place, gently tugged on Director Egghead's coat and asked in a very small voice, "Why are you lying? I can obviously release the more advanced Healing Magic and directly cure Uncle Coulson."
"Shh! We agreed to keep it a secret. What's more, I don't call it lying, but it should be called a white lie. Only in this way can these guys with excessive self-awareness unite and work towards a common goal." Nick Fury explained with a thief smile.
Obviously, the sad atmosphere just now was created deliberately by him.
In fact, with Alesia and Archdruid, which combine the skills and magic of the two games, Coulson can be forcibly pulled up by Resurrection Spell even if he dies.
But Director Egghead sensed that this was an opportunity to integrate Avengers, so he deliberately did not let the cat-eared Loli be completely cured, but hung his life first.
As the saying goes, a sad soldier will win!
Although he has never watched "The Art of War", he is still quite good at arousing the emotions of his subordinates.
"Then don't forget the conditions you promised me. Otherwise..."
Alesia deliberately dragged out a long sound, and the threat was self-evident.
"Don't worry! When this matter is over, I will buy an ice cream shop directly for you. Then you can eat as much as you want." Nick Fury gave the guarantee without thinking.
joke!
He is the dignified Director S.H.I.E.L.D.!
The funding received from International Security Council alone amounts to tens of billions every year.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to build something as super expensive as Helicarrier.
So she didn't even think about bargaining for the little request made by the cat-eared Lolita to finish the ice cream. He immediately agreed on the spot.
Not to mention S.H.I.E.L.D.'s funds, Director S.H.I.E.L.D.'s salary of hundreds of thousands of dollars a year is enough to buy an ice cream shop.
In this way, under Nick Fury's calculations, Iron Man, Captain America, Thunder God, Black Widow, and Mind Stone who just got rid of Hawk Eyes controlled by finally united together because of Coulson's injury and coma, heading towards the final battleground - New York.
They had no idea that Phil·Coulson, who was lying on the hospital bed with a high probability of becoming a "vegetative state" as soon as he struck out with his front foot, woke up, touched his chest in confusion, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Am I not dead?"
"From a general medical point of view, you were indeed dead for about half a minute. But luckily, there is a power called magic in this world. Alesia used natural magic to save you. Tell me, how do you feel now?" Director Egghead asked with a smile.
"It seemed like I didn't feel anything. It was like a dream."
With that said, Coulson climbed up from the bed, staring at his chest that had no scars or marks left at all, his face full of unconfidence and joy of surviving the disaster.
"As long as there are no side effects. Come on, change your clothes. I don't have time to give you any rest now."
Nick Fury took out a new set of clothes and placed them on the bedside, pretending to be a sinister boss squeezing his employees.
no way!
Who allowed him to have only a few confidants who he could trust 100%?
At the same time, standing in an open space that was so damaged by the battle that it was completely unrecognizable, Yagara Bull Si·Banner squinted his eyes and looked around, and immediately couldn't help but ask, "This is at least a few hundred kilometers away from New York. How are we going to get there?"
"Have you ever ridden a dragon?" Allen asked with a half-smile.
"Dragon?!"
Before Banner could react, he immediately felt a huge shadow appear above his head.
When he turned around, he suddenly found a Great Dragon covered with red scales appearing out of thin air in the open space.
Its huge size even exceeds the largest known aircraft on earth, and is comparable to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier we have seen before!
Especially those crimson scales, which seem to be plated with gold on the surface, releasing a dazzling golden light under the sunlight.
"Hey! Long time no see, Vilnalasath. You finally woke up." Allen smiled and patted Red Dragon's thick forelimbs.
"Have you become stronger again? It seems that a lot of things happened while I was sleeping."
Red Dragon puffed out a small amount of Mars from his nose, his eyes shining with surprise and curiosity.
Allen nodded slightly. "Yes! A lot of things did happen. First, let's exchange memories and powers with each other."
After saying that, he took the initiative to extend his right hand.
And Vilnalasath also lowered his head very cooperatively and let this hand press on his forehead between his horns.
moment!
A large amount of knowledge, memory and energy circulate alternately between one person and one dragon.
After a while, this giant creature already knew everything that happened after he fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, she also copied exactly what kind of power and abilities Allen acquired.
After everything was over, Vilnalasath opened his eyes again and looked at Yagara Bull Si·Banner who was so nervous that he started to sweat.
The latter suppressed the fear in his heart and waved his hand with a very stiff movement. "Hi! You... hello!"
"Haha! Don't worry, Doctor Banner, I won't eat you."
Red Dragon saw through the other party's thoughts at a glance and let out a slightly mocking smile.
"You can actually speak?" Yagara Bull Si·Banner opened his mouth in shock.
"Great Dragon is originally an intelligent life, even smarter than most humans. Isn't it strange that it can talk?" Vilnalasath looked at the other party with interest.
She was obviously very interested in Hulk's unusual ability to resist being hit, so she also became curious about Yagara Bull·Banner.
"Sorry, I have never seen the real Great Dragon before, so I don't know much about your race. If you don't mind, can you..."
Before Banner could finish speaking, Allen interrupted directly, "Yagara Bull, now is not the time to chat. Come up quickly, we are going to New York to participate in a war immediately."
"Okay! How should I climb up?" Banner spread his hands helplessly.
Although he transforms into Hulk with great strength, when he is not transformed, he is a typical otaku. His physical coordination is not even as good as Tony·Stark, and it is impossible to climb up the dragon's back along the smooth scales.
Vilnalasath was obviously aware of this, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly to reveal a wicked smile, and he directly fanned his wings to fly into the air. When the opponent was blown by the strong airflow and couldn't open his eyes, he grabbed the whole person with his front paws.
When Yagara Bull Si·Banner reacted, he found that he was already in mid-air, and he was so frightened that he let out a cry of panic.
Fortunately, Hulk had just received a heavy beating, otherwise he would have transformed on the spot.
But after a while, he realized that this place was not as dangerous as he thought, and he would not fall easily, so he gradually calmed down and enjoyed the scenery along the way.
Since Allen had no intention of concealing his whereabouts, civilians along the way quickly noticed the huge thing passing over their heads and took out their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.
In less than fifteen minutes, major news media began to rush to report on the strange incident of the red behemoth soaring over New York.
If US Government and the military hadn't issued an order not to act without permission, the battle would have already taken off by now, and they would have rushed over to see what was going on.
In addition, North America cult organizations on the mainland have also jumped out to make various anti-intellectual remarks, and some crazy Doomsday Judgment propaganda about God has begun. Only by giving money to your own sect can you obtain Redemption.
A large number of people who grew up in a happy education immediately believed it and hurriedly transferred their hard-earned money into the fundraising accounts of these cult organizations.
They also don't think about it. If the end of the world really comes, what's the difference between the U. S. dollar, a currency that relies on national credit and economic foundation, and waste paper?
Also, if God really exists, what does He want with the currency of the human world?
You must know that even slightly higher civilizations don't bother to ask for currencies issued by various countries on the earth.
But this kind of deception, which is almost insulting to IQ, has deceived mankind for thousands of years. Even in the era of information explosion, it still fails time and time again.
Countless idiots are rushing to give money to legitimate scammers.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with Allen.
All he can think about now is how to fully reveal the power behind him in this Battle of New York and bring the earth into a new era.