A General Among Generals

The operation to capture the generals had been a success—one could say it had been executed perfectly.

As for giving one cautious general the chance to launch eight nuclear missiles, that too had been within He-El's plans.

The long-prepared missile interception system had also perfectly intercepted all eight missiles.

After having them bring back all the generals, He-El arranged a drinks party inside S.H.I.E.L.D. for them to enjoy.

One screen after another gradually went dark. He-El removed his headset, his expression calm, utterly lacking the pride and sense of honor the others felt after accomplishing such a world-saving feat.

As he stepped out the door, Nick Fury arrived with Hill.

"Come on. Let's go meet the generals. Next, we need to deal with the mind suggestions affecting the entire world, as well as the congressmen, politicians, and electors in Congress who have been subjected to Mind Control."

Nick Fury's one eye flickered with the weight of his heavy burden.

Bringing the generals back was merely the first step in stopping Loki from casually launching nuclear missiles. They still had much more to prevent.

At the very least, they could not let Loki take the presidency and act without restraint.

"Nick, there's no need for your expression to be so heavy—or so dark. A good, successful start can give them the morale to push forward bravely."

Seeing that Nick's expression was still so grave, He-El could not help but smile as he said that.

"My face is naturally dark," Nick Fury said, shooting He-El a glance.

He did not believe there would be any time to relax. On the contrary, Loki possessed almost every advantage of timing, location, and public support. Nick Fury truly had no way to relax for even a moment.

He-El smiled and walked shoulder to shoulder with