Baron Sitwell frowned deeply as he watched the battlefield displayed on the screen.
At present, all the high-end combat power at the base had been sent out, along with nearly all the available firepower support—enough to wage war against a small country.
And yet, even so, they still couldn't stop the Avengers from advancing. They continued to push forward slowly.
Several Avengers had already appeared on the command room's surveillance screens. The most conspicuous were the Iron Man in the sky and the silver figure wielding a hammer.
Those two figures were the two people the Hydra base feared the most.
The twins beside him had also seen the Iron Man flying through the air and dodging the shells and lasers being fired at him.
The moment they saw him, their eyes filled with resentment and hatred.
The taller, silver-haired boy clenched his fists tightly. Anger and hatred appeared in his eyes, and he shifted his feet as if he wanted to rush out.
The girl beside him grabbed the impulsive silver-haired boy and looked around the entire command room, then turned her gaze toward Sitwell.
They were growing more and more expectant of what would happen next, while the girl's eyes remained ice-cold.
Clearly, the girl hadn't stopped the boy for any other reason. She wanted to understand the current battlefield situation more thoroughly.
As for the revenge in her heart, she could hardly wait any longer.
The situation on the battlefield grew increasingly tense, and the surrounding barrage of gunfire became louder and louder.
Clearly, the Avengers were drawing closer. They could even see the red-and-gold Iron Man outside the window.
Sitwell's eyes flickered constantly, as though he were calculating something.
The next second, a shrill scream rang out over the channel. "Go... Golden... Golden Legend!"
That shrill