Fishing

Under the cover of night, New York's outskirts had long since sunk into darkness.

From high above, across the pitch-black land, only a single villa radiated light in every direction.

But the villa's light did not reach far. Just a hundred meters away, the light that gave humans a sense of security was completely swallowed by the dense forest.

Within the dark woods, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents held new energy weapons as they fought back an enemy squad's assault.

The weapons in their hands were quite powerful, capable of blasting holes through large trees, but against the enemies constantly attacking from the darkness, they still seemed stretched thin.

After all, though they were elite agents, they were still made of flesh and blood. Bullets were just as deadly to them.

Real combat was not like a game. Who could revive endlessly and keep hammering the other side?

Hearing an enemy's footsteps snap dead branches on the ground, one agent estimated his position, popped out, and riddled the enemy with bullets.

But the faintly glowing energy rounds exposed his position, and a swarm of enemies immediately opened fire on him.

He quickly ducked back. Almost instantly, hundreds of bullets struck the cover, and the high-frequency vibrations made the agent's brow furrow tighter and tighter.

"There are too many of them. We can't hold them off. We can only fight while retreating!"

The agent said this resentfully. He had never been beaten so badly without any chance to fight back.

"Don't we have any support at all?"

In battles like this before, as long as they held out for a while, fighter jets from headquarters would come sweep the ground. They would never have been forced into a life-and-death situation like this.

"The director said reinforcements are on the way. He told us