On the bridge of Dark Aster, Ronan stared at the main screen.
On the screen, the figure suspended in space was as small as a speck of dust.
The Kree officers around him fell into dead silence. The sound of breathing disappeared. Hundreds of Life Law signals evaporated out of thin air, and targets that could not be locked, all of which shattered all the knowledge they learned from the military academy.
"He... he's waving to us?" A young officer's voice was dry, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand.
That movement was light and airy, but like a red-hot iron drill, it stabbed hard into Ronan's heart.
This is a provocation.
When facing Kree Empire's most powerful Accuser fleet alone, he made the most naked provocation.
"All fleets, all units." Ronan's voice was low, like two pieces of metal rubbing together, "Target, that man. Fire freely. Erase him completely from this universe!"
The order is issued.
Dark Aster, as well as dozens of surrounding frigates, all the weapon systems that have not yet cooled down are recharged. Energy cannons, missile launch nests, kinetic impact cannons... hundreds of black muzzles are aimed at that lonely figure at the same time.
The next second, an energy storm powerful enough to completely plow the planet's surface tore through the vacuum.
The dense beams and missiles formed an unstoppable torrent of death, rushing towards Chu Hang from all directions.
Facing this devastating scene, the smile on Chu Hang's face did not change at all.
He just slowly raised his hands, as if to embrace this grand fireworks.
Then, something weird happened.
Within a few hundred meters of his body, space began to undergo a distortion visible to the naked eye. It was not a violent tear, but a smooth and rhythmic bend, like the invisible ripples caused by a stone thrown into a calm lake.
The first energy beam shot into this area. Its trajectory was slightly changed, and it flew into the deep space far away while grazing Chu Hang's body.
Then came the second, third, and hundreds of thousands of paths.
All attacks, whether they were energy cannons or physical missiles, seemed to be dragged into an invisible track after entering this curvature space. Their paths were forcibly deflected and curved, bypassing Chu Hang at the center of the storm.
There was no explosion, no impact, no sound.
From the bridge of Dark Aster, it looks like a grand meteor shower, and Chu Hang is the star that attracts thousands of stars to orbit it.
"Report! All attacks... all failed!" The weapons officer's voice was full of horror and confusion. "The target position has not moved, but our weapons cannot hit! All locking systems have failed!"
"How is it possible!" another officer yelled, "The ballistic calculation shows that the path is correct, but they just turn on their own!"
Ronan's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead. He couldn't understand, but he could feel a chill coming from the depths of Soul Law.
Chu Hang seems to be tired of this passive defense.
He raised his hands and gently clasped his fingers together.
The curvature of the twisted space around him increased several times in an instant. The trajectories of the attacks that were flying around him were further changed. After bypassing him, they did not fly into deep space, but made a weird U-shaped bend and slammed into a Kree frigate next to it.
Boom!
The frigate's energy shield shattered in response, and a huge explosion blossomed into a flower of death in the vacuum. The hull was blown into two pieces at the waist, and plasma flames and countless fragments were erupted from the fracture.
This is just the beginning.
More and more attacks were deflected, refracted, and then redirected towards their own friendly forces.
"The 'Emperor's Sword' was hit! The engine was disabled!"
"The shield of 'Sanctum Guardians' is overloaded! Requesting support!"
"Avoid! Avoid quickly! That's our own torpedo!"
For a moment, Kree Fleet's formation was in chaos. Explosions occurred one after another. They were not attacking the enemy, but killing each other.
"Stop attacking! Stop attacking quickly!" Ronan finally reacted and let out a hysterical roar.
But it's too late.
In just ten seconds, more than a third of the escort fleet that he was proud of had been turned into a pile of scrap metal floating in the universe under the fire of his own people.
Just when the fleet was in a hurry to stop the attack, the figure of Chu Hang disappeared from the main screen without warning.
"Target lost! Where did he go?!"
"Not on the radar! Can't scan any band!"
There was chaos on the bridge.
Ronan turned around suddenly, an unprecedented sense of crisis that made all the hairs on his body stand up.
He saw that behind his commander's throne, the man was standing there quietly. It was as if he had been there from the beginning and never left.
He was still wearing the ordinary Earth clothes, with a playful smile on his face, and even held a cup of steaming coffee that had come from nowhere.
"Hello." Chu Hang took a sip of coffee and said hello casually, "The scenery here is nice, but it's a bit noisy."
The bridge fell into silence for an instant. All the Kree officers froze in place, as if they were petrified, looking at this uninvited guest in horror. Their hands stopped on the console, their eyes widened, and their brains went blank.
The piercing intrusion alarm even sounded with a delay of several seconds.
Ronan's body was shaking violently, not because of anger, but because of fear. A fear that he had not experienced for a long time, and his instinct made him want to run away.
But he is Ronan the Accuser after all. The fanatical belief in the Kree Empire overwhelms the fear.
"For Kree!"
He let out a roar, raised the Universal Weapon that symbolized his identity and strength with both hands, and used all his strength to slam it down on Chu Hang's head!
This blow is enough to smash mountains.
However, the huge war hammer stopped less than ten centimeters from Chu Hang's head.
Chu Hang didn't even put down the coffee cup. He just raised his left hand and lightly supported the heavy war hammer with his index and middle fingers.
"That's it?" He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
Ronan exhausted all his strength, his face turned purple, the muscles on his arms were knotted, and the veins popped out. But the war hammer did not move at all, as if it was welded to death in the air. He felt that he was not fighting against one person, but against the entire universe.
He looked at Chu Hang's relaxed and carefree expression, and looked at those two slender fingers that contained endless power. At this moment, the faith and pride in his heart completely collapsed.
"You... what are you?" he asked tremblingly, with a cry in his voice.
"Me?" Chu Hang loosened his fingers and let the warhammer fall to the ground with a clang. He thought for a moment, and then smiled.
"I'm here to teach you good manners."
After saying that, he stretched out his right hand and made a casual stroke behind Ronan.
The space behind him was like a canvas cut open by a knife, with a dark opening. On the other side of the opening, there was no sound, no light, only pure Void.
Ronan looked at the space crack in horror, his body unable to move due to Chu Hang's space control.
Chu Hang walked up to him holding a coffee cup, and used his free left hand to flick the armor on his chest lightly like flicking off dust on his clothes.
"Ding."
A soft sound.
An irresistible force came.
Ronan's body flew backwards involuntarily and fell into the space crack. The crack quickly closed, as if nothing had happened.
You can hear a needle drop throughout the bridge.
Chu Hang took the last sip of coffee and threw away the empty cup. The cup disintegrated into countless light spots in mid-air and disappeared.
He looked around at the frightened Kree officers.
"Okay, your captain will go to space to calm down." He clapped his hands, as if he had done a trivial thing, "Now, this ship belongs to me. Who is in favor of it and who is against it?"
No one dared to speak. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
A few days later, Earth, S.H.I.E.L.D. secret headquarters.
The atmosphere in Nick Fury's office was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Fury was sitting behind his desk, his intact eye was bloodshot. On the screen in front of him, a top-secret video from a military satellite was playing in a loop.
In the video, a man faced a huge alien fleet alone. With a wave of his hand, the fleets killed each other. Then he disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, the fleet had lost its commander and fled in panic.
"We gave him a code name." Phil·Coulson stood aside, his voice dry, "Internal files, highest authority...Skyfather."
Fury didn't speak, just stared at the screen. Skyfather? This word made him feel heart palpitations. This is not a hero code, this is a threat level. A god walking in the world.
At this moment, the office door was pushed open.
Chu Hang was dressed in casual clothes, holding a toothpick in his mouth, walked in swaggeringly, sat down on the sofa opposite Fury, and picked up a Apple on the table.
"Director Fury, long time no see." He took a bite of Apple and said vaguely, "Your place is really hard to find."
Fury took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He turned off the screen, crossed his fingers, and placed it on the table.
"Let's talk."
"What are you talking about?" Chu Hang crossed his legs, "About the time you sent someone to monitor my investment account 24 hours a day? Or about the time you tried to crack my firewall and burned down three of your servers?"
Fury's eye twitched.
"We are not enemies, Mr. Chen. In other words, Mr. Chu." Fury said solemnly, "The earth needs your power, but... it is also afraid of such power. We need to make sure that you are not a threat."
"So?"
"So, let's make a deal." Fury spoke very quickly, obviously having already thought of his words, "S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide you with the highest level of identity protection and erase all records that you don't want to exist. We will provide you with all the secular resources, wealth, information, and channels you want, as long as we have them. We guarantee that no one will disturb your life. We have only one request."
"Say."
"When one day, there is a threat that we cannot solve and is enough to destroy the world... we hope to contact you." Fury paused and added, "Of course, it will be in the form of a transaction. You can put forward any conditions that we can meet, as long as you are willing to take action."
Chu Hang gnawed on Apple and said nothing. He knew that this was the biggest concession Fury could make. Turning an uncontrollable god into a mercenary that could be traded was the best choice. He also knew that although he was strong, now was not the time to compete with a cosmic civilization like Supreme Intelligence, and low-key development was the way to go.
"Deal." He accurately threw the core into the trash can five meters away, "However, I also have a condition."
"Please tell me."
"Let Carol be her space policeman. I named her Captain Marvel. Don't let her be the nanny of the earth. She doesn't owe anything here. Also, don't bother those Skrull. Find a place for them to settle down."
"... Okay." Fury hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
"That's good." Chu Hang stood up and stretched, "If it's okay, I'll leave first. By the way, don't call me in the future, I'm very busy."
After saying that, he turned around and left. When he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, turned around and said with a smile, "Skyfather? I like this name."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.
Fury leaned on the chair and exhaled a long breath, feeling that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Since then, Carol·Dan Vers has become Captain Marvel who protects the universe, and occasionally returns to Earth to see friends.
And Chu Hang, or Anthony Chen, completely disappeared from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sight. Like a real ghost, he quietly built his huge business empire and enjoyed a rare peaceful life.
More than ten years, in the blink of an eye.
The world has entered a new millennium, science and technology are changing rapidly, and the stories of heroes seem to have become distant legends.
Until one day in 2008.
Chu Hang was enjoying sunbathing on a private island in the south of Pacific Ocean. A satellite phone in his pocket that had been encrypted for more than ten years and had never rang suddenly started vibrating.
There is only one picture on the caller ID.
An eagle.
Chu Hang frowned and answered the phone.
"It's me." The familiar yet much older voice of Fury came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of uncontrollable anxiety in his tone.
"We're in trouble."
"A very important weapons supplier to the military disappeared in Afghanistan."
[End of this volume]