Cosmic Cube

Night.

The night was pitch-black, without a trace of starlight.

NASA.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Catalyst Testing Center.

Space Radiation Reserve Center.

Project Pegasus Implementation Planning Center.

Dark Energy Joint Task Force Mission Center.

NASA West District, which went by more than a dozen other names.

A helicopter churned the air as it emerged from the distant darkness, descending directly onto the helicopter landing pad in the West District.

Nick Fury stepped out of the helicopter in a black leather outfit. He swept his gaze over the sparsely guarded West District, which felt rather desolate, and could not help frowning.

Ever since Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D. had been dealt with, S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen into Schrödinger's Law of whether it would be disbanded or not. Its manpower was clearly insufficient, and because the World Security Council was still arguing over whether S.H.I.E.L.D. should continue to exist, there was no way to replenish personnel. Branches and facilities everywhere had been downsized to varying degrees.

NASA West District was an important research and development site. Compared with the other districts, its guards might have been few, but it was already doing relatively well—at least it still had guards.

Quite a few other districts had been temporarily shut down.

He-El, dressed in a fitted suit, calmly followed behind Nick Fury and stepped out of the helicopter.

"Hello, sir." Phil Coulson approached them, smiling warmly at He-El.

When He-El had first arrived in this world, Phil Coulson had intended to interrogate him about his identity and purpose under the guise of the CIA. Later, He-El had simply paved the way with money, using the upper echelons of the United States to expose his identity to the CIA and have him arrested.

Afterward, Nick Fury had rescued him from the CIA and assigned him here as the person in charge