Avengers Assemble, Three Generations of Ronan's Family Become Beckett's Victims
Bang bang bang!!!
Several gunshots rang out in succession, and all of S.H.I.E.L.D..'s bullets landed on Loki, but the latter showed no signs of injury.
"Everyone back off! Now!"
As a competent director, Nick Fury, after assessing the situation, immediately chose to have the agents leave the area and, as a second-best option, guard the outside passage.
"Barton, Coulson, Hill, Weapon Authorization Order Three!"
Calmness is Nick Fury's secret weapon after years of success as the king of secret agents. Even with Loki's astonishing performance, he showed no panic whatsoever.
"You are special."
Loki has been to Earth before, but so far, Nick Fury is the only human who has remained so calm and given orders after witnessing Loki demonstrate his Superman strength.
"Who are you?"
Why are you here?
Who provided you with this information?
The switch in energy gradually gave Nick Fury confidence, and he pointed the dark muzzle of his gun at the head of the man in front of him.
"My name is Loki, and I come from the Dark Order."
Holding the Mind Scepter in one hand and the Tesseract in the other.
Loki was clearly in a good mood after getting the item.
"Dark Order?"
Coulson and Barton, standing behind Nick Fury, exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
"Okay, now, please put down what you're holding, then we might have a chance to sit down and have a proper chat."
It wasn't Hydra he was secretly tracking down alone, but rather an even worse alien visitor.
Nick Fury was having a bit of a headache.
"Sorry, no."
"Believe me, I need it more than you do." Loki's voice suddenly boomed as he toyed with the mesmerizing blue rectangular block in his hand.
"I bear a great mission that you cannot understand, and that is my key."
With a disdainful smile and a gaze that seemed to disregard Nick Fury and his group, Loki stood on the corpse of an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Why?"
"We have no grudge against you." Nick Fury gestured with his left hand behind his back toward Hill behind him, and continued to try to get information out of the man in front of him with a stern face.
"The ants have no grudge against your shoes." Loki, as if he hadn't noticed anything, sat down on the lifeless corpse.
So you want to trample us to death?
"No, actually, you don't have the right for me to trample you to death."
Clang!
The sound of the Mind Scepter striking the ground was crisp and melodious, and an invisible, silent energy wave spread outwards from Loki in an instant.
Maria Hill, the deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D.., who used the secret passage to sneak up behind Loki, felt as if she had run into an invisible wall and fell flat on her face.
Bang!
"She must hold a high position in this organization, right?" Loki, who was confident of his victory, gave Maria Hill no chance to react and pressed the Mind Scepter against her chest.
"My position in S.H.I.E.L.D.. is Deputy Director," Maria Hill, who was instantly taken into control, told the truth.
"Very well, in that case, let's go, Deputy Director."
Loki raised his hand, and three energy blasts shattered the pillars supporting the underground research base...
Rumble!!!
"Everyone! Retreat!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Nick Fury decisively chose to retreat.
After they evacuated the research institute, Loki, along with Maria Hill and a group of researchers, disappeared from Nick Fury's sight.
"Go and investigate! I need to know exactly what the Dark Order is!"
Why is Earth being targeted by so many extraterrestrial visitors?
Nick Fury was deeply worried.
"Barton, inform Natasha and tell her to go and bring Dr. Banner back."
"Coulson, go find Tony Stark."
"Thor of Asgard, I will go to see him in person."
Nick Fury's face was ashen, but a rare sense of impatience rose within him.
An impatience called the unknown.
Space, Ronan's Base.
As Accuser had once rendered great service to the Kree Empire, Ronan became a traitor to the Kree Empire due to a fabricated charge, but not many Kree Fleet came after him.
Although the Kree, the AI God, [the Supreme Intelligence], banished Ronan, a meritorious figure, it did not intend to exterminate him.
Even though Ronan himself gathered a group of people outside to stir up trouble, the Kree leadership chose to ignore it under the instruction of the Supreme Intelligence.
The Supreme Intelligence's original words: No matter what he does, the Kree must not get involved, and must make sure to cut all ties with Ronan.
The Supreme Intelligence was afraid and cowered.
Beckett's past act of directly destroying Planet Hala had already caused this AI God to choose to distance himself from Beckett and decide to have no further connection with him in any form.
It didn't want the new Hala it had finally found to be bombed by Beckett again.
That would drive it crazy.
That's how it is.
"This is a video recording of your father that I secretly copied from the Xandar Defense Center." Ronan's most trusted confidant knelt on one knee and respectfully presented a chip engraved with the Xandar logo.
The content on the chip is, of course, the video recording that Ebony Maw had pre-sealed inside.
The video footage shows Beckett destroying the elite fleets of two great empires with his Energy Annihilation Cannon.
It also included a video of Beckett causing N52 Planet to deviate from its orbit and crash into Ronan's grandfather, killing him.
This subordinate, whom Ronan trusted most, had been secretly controlled by Ebony Maw ever since Ronan decided to cooperate with Thanos, so that he could keep track of Ronan's movements at all times.
Bang!
After the video finished playing, Ronan slammed the warhammer, which was brimming with rage, to his feet, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
"Beckett!"
Ronan gritted his teeth as he read the words byte by byte.
He couldn't accept it; he couldn't accept that he was working for his enemy.
He couldn't accept that his grandfather and his father had both died at the hands of the same person.
So what does he mean by being like this now?
Bearing humiliation and hardship?!
"Where is he now?" Ronan asked, his eyes red.
"According to our spies, the Son of Thanos should have already arrived on Xandar."
"Load the Star Destroyer Railgun you brought back, I want him dead!" The hoarse voice echoed in the hall, the overwhelming killing intent enough to twist the minds of ordinary people.
Inside the planetary defense center of Xandar, Beckett, clad in golden armor, tossed the still unconscious Rocket to the terrified Nova Prime.
"Handle it however you see fit, according to your Xandar rules."
Beckett's plan to use historical momentum to wipe out future adversaries in one fell swoop left Nova Plame feeling extremely uneasy.
What does it mean to follow Xandar's rules?
"Alarm! Alarm!"
"Nova Prime, Kree the Ronan's fleet has launched an attack on us!"
"Alarm! Alarm..."
Suddenly, the Planetary Defense System of Xandar sounded an alarm.
"What? Ronan?" Queen Nova immediately turned her gaze to Beckett.
What does that mean?
"Beckett!"
"Go to hell!"
"Follow Xandar!"
The Star Destroyer Railgun, derived from Ebony Maw, suddenly fired after Ronan's fleet entered the defensive zone as "friendly forces," its mournful roar sounding somewhat frenzied.
"Woz?" Beckett frowned, ignoring Nova Plame's gaze.
"Unable to control Kree Ronan, Your His Highness Beckett," Woz replied respectfully.
Is that so?
Beckett looked up at the massive fleet of warships arrayed on the horizon.
Each one was equipped with Star Destroyer Railgun.
"Beckett! You—"
Nova Prime's angry questioning came to an abrupt halt.
Then came the earth-shattering explosion that shook the entire Xandar.
Brilliant fireworks erupted one after another, and all the warships were reduced to ashes by Beckett's Energy Annihilation Cannon.
The man standing beneath the dome held one hand out in front of him, his fingers spread wide, his cold and stern face filled with a silent, chilling aura.
The golden armor shimmered in the sunlight, its colors dazzling and mesmerizing, while the bright, flowing cloak exuded an air of untamed arrogance.
"Holy crap! What the hell is this monster?!"
"They can even withstand Star Destroyer Railgun with their bare hands?!"
Star-Lord, born on Earth, slumped on the cracked ground, his eyes glazed over, and the fragrance of his native planet escaped his lips.
I love working overtime; it makes me happy (with a pitiful expression).