On the rugged yellow mud road leading from Kabul to Iran, seventeen off-road vehicles with tall tires were heading in the direction of Iran.
Ten of the most advanced armed helicopters that the mercenaries could buy stretched in front of them, clearing the way for the convoy. A little higher in the sky were thirteen transport planes. In the space above, more than thirty satellites were used to monitor the road ahead of the convoy.
"Can I fly? The straight-line distance from Afghanistan to United States New Mexico is 13,941 kilometers. It only takes 20 hours to transfer on an ordinary route. I can mobilize a Quinjet to fly you there, which only takes 10 hours.
When driving from Afghanistan, you need to pass through Iran, Iraq, Syria, arrive at the port city Mediterranean Sea in the west of Syria, and then take a ship across the Mediterranean Sea. From Strait of Gibraltar to Atlantic Ocean, from Atlantic Ocean to Gulf of Mexico, arrive at Texas, pass through Texas, and then arrive at New Mexico. This process takes more than 80 hours."
Nick and Fury were sitting in the middle of the convoy, with their backs pressed against the leather seats. They didn't complain, they just used it as a topic to open a window for conversation.
"Among many means of transportation, airplanes are the least safe means of transportation."
He-El was sitting next to Nick·Fury. He pulled out a small table from behind the driver's seat and put a new laptop on it. He was typing on the keyboard again, controlling the satellites from time to time to observe the smoothness of the road ahead.
He-El would rather take a longer time than have an accident in the air.
On the ground, he can still save himself through quick reactions, but in the air, once an accident occurs, there are 99% fewer ways to save himself, and there is not much that a mortal body can do.
Therefore, he would not fly before he developed his own steel armor to dominate the sky.
"There are wars going on in several of the countries you are passing through, and they are not necessarily safe."
Nick·Fury is squinting with one eye and cannot understand the mysterious code typed by He-El. He is almost the king of agents and has a great understanding of data networks, but he cannot understand the meaning of the mysterious code typed by He-El.
He could only silently and forcefully remember what he saw in his mind, but because the screen flashed too fast, he was a little dazzled, so he couldn't remember much.
"It's safe. I have ordered people to donate hundreds of millions of dollars to the warlords as a fee for passing through their roads.
If they get greedy and want to intercept me, an armed mercenary force of more than 3,000 people will arrive within ten minutes, directly flying twelve F/A-18F super Bumblebee Fighter Jet and nine EA-18G Growler electronic attack aircraft, and twenty-four F-35A Lightning II stealth Fighter Jet, for cross-border bombing.
Fifteen minutes after borrowing the road, I failed to pass at the scheduled time. The 12,000-strong mercenary force immediately attacked any warlord who wanted to intercept me regardless of the cost. Fortunately, I bought a Big Boy on the black market. I didn't mind watching a fireworks show.
The warlords know all this."
He-El continued to type on the keyboard calmly. He was not a child passing through the busy city holding gold, but a tiger trying to pass by.
Moreover, the routes he finalized were almost all on the edge of the warlord's area and did not threaten the warlord's area of control. In fact, it didn't matter whether he paid him or not. On the contrary, the warlord did not dare to attack him.
But He-El has money, so it doesn't matter. Let the warlord remind him that he has money. If he gets injured and falls anywhere in the future, he will be taken good care of.
After all, rich people are very attractive.
In this world, he is very concerned about his personal safety.
After all, I am only a mortal body, so I can only hold an automatic sniper rifle to the extent of destroying a Freedom Fighters base with a machine gun. I am really too weak.
There is no way not to gather some strength to protect yourself.
Nick·Fury was silent with a dark face.
It is really a higher security level than President of the United States. The conventional security protection is already at the level of 3,000 people, and there are 12,000 direct troops on standby.
Damn money!
"I can see that you cherish your life, but that's not the reason why you kidnapped me for 72 hours and drove me freely New Mexico.
I am very busy, and taking the time to apologize for the behavior of my subordinates has already accumulated a lot of work for me." Nick·Fury was silent for a while, and after cursing a few words about the evil money in his heart, he said.
"Really? Maintaining peace on earth? What kind of trivial matters require an agent leader like you to take action?"
"This is what the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau does, and this is what I do." Nick·Fury said calmly.
"Then you should look at me more, right?" He-El said.
Nick·Fury glanced at He-El.
He's quite right.
Currently, the one who can make me feel that it threatens the security of the entire world is He-El.
He didn't find any alien who dared to be so arrogant and integrate into the earth in this way.
The danger level of He-El makes Nick·Fury alert to the highest level.
"Then who are you? A superhuman, an alien? I've seen all of these, there's nothing surprising about them." Nick·Fury said.
"Nick·Fury, there is no need to be wary of me, and I can't eliminate your suspicion of me." He-El pressed the keyboard with both hands, stopped typing, and said seriously:
"I have also fought to protect the earth in my universe. I am a superhuman, an alien, and an earthling."
"What do you mean?" Nick·Fury's eyes flashed with confusion and vigilance.
"Another universe, you know? You can understand it as Parallel Universe." He-El said.
"You mean you come from another Parallel Universe Earth?" Nick·Fury showed surprise and glanced at He-El with his right eye, flashing the words "Talking about Heaven and Night".
"It can be said that in fact there is a big difference between the universe and the universe, but the only thing that is not different is that you and I are on the same side and will protect the earth."
He-El said calmly.
Nick·Fury is not completely convinced.
He speculated that He-El was originally from Earth, but had supernatural powers, so he could cause everything now.
There is also speculation that He-El is an alien who is proficient in human nature.
But how could he guess that He-El was among all the generalizations he had guessed, and Parallel Universe was an earthling, a supernatural being, and an alien that shocked him.
This was even more shocking than when he first learned about the existence of aliens.
'Didi---'
Nick·Fury withdrew his suspicious eyes, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and put the mobile phone back into his pocket.
"I remain skeptical of what you said, but now, don't tell me that your visit to New Mexico is consistent with what the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency discovered."
"Yes."
"What is that?"
"God!"