Dormammu Had No Idea What Was Going On (Extra-Long Chapter)

"Report! All radio communications are down, and we've lost the satellites too."

"What about landlines and the Internet?"

"The landline network is suffering severe interference. It's unusable. The entire command system is paralyzed."

"And that's not all! If electronic equipment fails, every plane in the air could crash. Even at a conservative estimate of fifteen hundred planes, that could kill hundreds of thousands of people."

"Traffic accidents will surge too, with all the signals out."

"Damn it! Is this the end of the world?"

"We have a few motorcycles in storage without any electronics! Send people to Washington, D.C., on them to check the situation!"

Amid frantic shouting, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters descended into chaos.

How could it not?

The organization's formidable ability to coordinate and act had been built on advanced positioning, communications, and support systems.

Satellites and the Internet were especially vital.

But with the Dark Dimension's ruler Dormammu invading, they had been reduced to shouting to communicate and relying on old combustion-engine vehicles with no electronics to get around.

Forget contacting the outside world. Messages inside headquarters had to be carried by people running from place to place.

Director Nick Fury stood at his office window, looking up at the terrifying, bizarre sight in the sky, his expression grave.

As the rift to the Dark Dimension widened, its projection had become clearly visible across the entire Northern Hemisphere.

Given the intelligence he already had, even he could work out what was happening.

But against an enemy on the level of a dimensional ruler, humanity's strength was pitifully inadequate. Resistance would make no difference.

With communications and electronics down, they could not even launch their most powerful nuclear missiles.

"Director, what do we do now?" Coulson asked, sweat covering his forehead.

Nick Fury gave a bitter smile. "Simple. Nothing.