A few hours later.
At the headquarters of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Nick Fury sat in his office, looking over the footage gathered by his agents and the gold coin that had just been sent to the lab for testing. He took a deep breath and asked the bespectacled middle-aged man dressed like a researcher beside him, "Tell me, Doctor. How bad is it?"
"Very bad! First, this gold coin has been confirmed to be one hundred percent pure gold, without even the slightest impurity. Second, the strange force field wrapped around its surface allows it to withstand temperatures of over a thousand degrees without melting, and it cannot be corroded or damaged by anything else. Lastly, and most importantly, the energy detector's reading has exceeded eight digits. By our estimates, even the sun only has an energy rating of roughly seven digits."
The middle-aged man known as the Doctor wiped away sweat as he laid out all the data he had obtained.
Especially when he mentioned the energy detector's readings, his entire body trembled faintly beyond his control.
You must know, that was equivalent to the combined total of more than a dozen suns!
If such power were truly controlled by one person, destroying Earth would take no effort at all.
"Are you sure the detector wasn't wrong? If it was really as you described, why weren't the ordinary people who came into contact with the target vaporized or roasted alive?" Director Egghead demanded with a frown.
His years as a spy had cultivated a habit in him: he never easily believed any conclusion offered by anyone.
He remained skeptical of everything, even things he saw with his own eyes.
That was how the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. operated.
The middle-aged man called the Doctor