A series of gunshots rang out in the hallway outside.
Miao Mu held a phone as he looked over the latest news.
Batman watched Tony Stark, still clumsy with his flying ability and nearly crashing headfirst into the wall, then said with some feeling:
"This guy is truly incredible."
"Maybe..." Miao Mu replied absentmindedly.
He was still worried about their plan to pass off fish eyes as pearls. If it failed, they would have to launch a direct assault on S.H.I.E.L.D.
Based on the intelligence and information they had gathered recently, they could basically confirm that this was Marvel's main universe, the one that had everything.
But the timeline was acceptable. They would not run into any major bosses, giving them time to prepare their plan in peace.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Arctic Circle.
Near the North Atlantic glaciers, more than a dozen fighter jets were slowly landing, while hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had been urgently transferred over.
With a single order from Nick Fury to spare no expense, every nearby agent had been pulled in to find a final answer.
Natasha Romanoff wore goggles and an insulated jumpsuit as she rode a snowmobile.
She sped across the vast ice sheet. Though it was only a small patch of white on the map, out here it stretched beyond sight.
The bone-piercing cold wind caused Natasha no discomfort.
On the contrary, it made her feel somewhat relaxed.
Perhaps it was because her former homeland had also been a place of bitter winter winds, though she did not miss it.
"Commander FD! We've found a suspected mission target—a plane wreckage. Requesting contact!"
The voice of a search agent came through her earpiece. Natasha, codenamed Black Widow, immediately turned around and ordered:
"No one is to approach before I arrive.