A few minutes later, Thor finally staggered back onto the mothership's bridge, clutching his ass. But by then, only Fury and those nameless agents were left. As always, they diligently observed and recorded the progress of humans around the world being devoured by zombies.
Well, they were just watching and taking notes. There was no intention of launching a rescue.
Fury's thinking was crystal clear: when faced with another Earth crashing into theirs, ordinary people were of no use at all. Saving them from the zombies now would be a complete waste of effort.
Since that was the case, it was better to let the remaining Superheroes conserve their strength and prepare for whatever might come.
As for why he had negotiated with Ultron and let that metalhead preserve New York City? Naturally, it was because they needed to leave some ordinary people behind as motivation for the Superheroes.
Not because Superheroes would give their all to protect the public, or lose their purpose in life without them. It was because many members of the Ultimates loved showing off. They had to keep some spectators around so they could enjoy the flowers and applause.
"Fury! Where are they?!" Thor's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed considerably more sober. The alcohol had all turned into rage.
Black Egg glanced at him, then gestured with his chin toward the porthole, directing the burly man to the other Earth in the sky. "They left a while ago. They may have already reached their destination."
"They left without waiting for me?!" The God of Thunder's chest heaved like a bellows. "Damn outsider! Who does he think he is? Going into a fight without bringing along the strongest man on Earth, and he wouldn't even let me talk to Loki!"
Blackhearted Fury calmly pointed out