Eve of War

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Helicarrier command center.

Numerous screens in the command center lit up, most of them monitoring a single area from multiple angles.

The area within a twenty-kilometer radius of Stark Industries' Ark Reactor.

Hill kept adjusting the positions of the various combat units in real time and operating the Helicarrier's gun emplacements. The command center was filled with the constant sounds of keyboards and Hill's voice.

Nick Fury, dressed in a black trench coat, stood in the center of the command room. His face was grim, his single eye steady, while a crumpled Ace of Spades card restlessly rolled between his fingers.

Natasha, dressed in a combat bodysuit and looking travel-worn, entered the command center with faint exhaustion on her face. Seeing Nick Fury's back, she shifted her gaze to one of the monitors, where a surging crowd before the Capitol Building waved flags supporting He-El. Her expression changed.

"Director, do we really not need to send support to BOSS?" Natasha frowned slightly and said heavily, "Only one-third of the electors are clear-minded. We're far behind in votes. We'll lose the presidential race."

She had just returned from the USS Theodore Roosevelt, which they had retaken from people under Loki's Mind Control. Facing Loki's increasingly effortless ability to control people's minds, she felt as though she were trapped in an inescapable cage even if heaven and earth were overturned. It was becoming harder and harder to gain the upper hand in this struggle.

Especially now that Loki had used his newly developed Mental Local Area Network ability. Nearly every person under his Mind Control could allow him to jump into another person's mind, then remotely use Mind Control again to take control of someone else.

With one careless mistake, someone who had been freed from Mind Control could easily