The Director Had Barely Finished Bragging When an Alien Warship Proved Him Wrong!

"Fury, your hospitality could use some work."

Ren glanced at the metal gun barrels around him and shook his head.

"What kind of person fills his office with heavy machine guns?"

"One accidental discharge, and that bald head of yours would be riddled with holes."

Behind the desk,

Nick Fury's one remaining eye stayed fixed on Ren.

"Given the way you arrived, I wouldn't call you a proper guest."

"Of course I'm a guest."

"I dropped by to give you some free intel."

Making himself right at home, Ren pulled out a chair and sat down across from Nick Fury.

Nick Fury looked perfectly composed.

Inside, he was reeling.

Ren had appeared without the slightest warning!

The space station's dense network of perimeter radar and early-warning systems hadn't made a peep.

It was absurd.

If Ren had come to kill him, Fury would already be dead.

Nick Fury knew the heavy machine guns around them were useless against a monster of this caliber.

He promptly raised a hand.

Every weapon retracted into the walls.

"To what do I owe the honor, Mr. Ren?"

"Considering how many times you've saved Earth, I'm all ears."

Nick Fury's voice was low.

He hated the helpless feeling of losing control.

"Relax."

"I'm only here to tell you that disaster is about to hit Earth."

Ren got straight to the point.

Nick Fury frowned. "Mr. Ren, if you came to spread panic, don't bother."

"When has Earth ever truly been safe?"

As the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had seen dozens of doomsday crises.

He had long since learned to keep his cool.

"This time is different."

"The mastermind behind the Battle of New York is about to come in person."

"The Chitauri were nothing but his most expendable cannon fodder."

"If he brings his