The female agent was decisive. She brought almost nothing with her, only a box of bullets, and followed them aboard.
The flying carpet quickly rose into the air, leaving behind only a few zombies on the street that had noticed the group. They threw back their heads and roared, stretching claws like rotten branches toward the sky.
"In this situation, Fury should be on a Helicarrier." Spider-Woman gathered her hair into a neat bun. "But S.H.I.E.L.D. has over two hundred Helicarriers. I don't know their exact locations."
"Maybe I can try." Skye seemed to have been reminded of something. She paused her work on the tablet and began writing new code.
But at that moment, everyone noticed a bright point appear in the distant sky. Like a small comet, it trailed flames across the night.
Though the sky had already been dyed reddish-brown by fires and smoke throughout the city, a bright point was conspicuous at any time.
"Oh, a nuclear missile?" Su Ming nodded, watching the flickering blaze with great interest. "Come to think of it, I've always had one regret: I've never seen what it looks like when a nuclear bomb blows up New York."
"Midgardian technological weaponry? I'm curious too." Loki raised an eyebrow.
"Is this really the time to talk about that?" Miles panicked instead. He rubbed his hands against his clothes as if trying to wipe away the sweat from his palms. "Why would someone suddenly launch a nuclear bomb? Superheroes are still fighting in the city, and Survivors are still waiting to be rescued!"
"Maybe it's a matter of perspective." The detective girl pulled out a small flask and took a swig, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "To us, we see individual lives. But to politicians sitting high above,