"Shall we go?" Wei nudged her with his elbow again. "Stop dawdling."
Carol glanced instinctively at the Vought fighter jet not far away.
Nina Williams had already escorted the dejected aliens onto the plane.
Yon Roger was kicked by the Soldier Boy, who broke his spine, and he was carried into the cabin like a lump of mud.
Talos glanced at Carol in despair, and the pleading and sorrow in his eyes tugged at Carol's heart again.
"But they..."
"Them?"
Wei pursed her lips.
"They are the company's spoils. There are dedicated people responsible for interrogating and analyzing them."
She looked at Carol with a "Are you stupid?" expression.
"What do you think the company's Superhuman Ethics and Threat Level Assessment Department is for? That old woman Amanda Waller Waller's methods are far more ruthless than our fists."
"Clean up the battlefield, deal with prisoners of war, and wrestle with the government—that's the job of the guy in the suit."
Carol couldn't refute a single word of her twisted logic and fallacies.
These things were not part of the military education she received from the Kree Empire over the past six years.
The enemy is eliminated.
Task completed.
Simple and pure.
"And... what about Fury?"
Maria Rumble couldn't help but ask.
She had a pretty good impression of the agent.
"Him? He'll go back to his old lair and write the most frustrating, absurd, and inexplicable report in the world."
"The report should say he encountered a fight between two alien races, and then a hero from a private company stole all his kills?"
"Hahaha! If he really dares to write that, I'll respect him as a true man!"
Wei laughed so hard she almost fell over.
The Soldier Boy, carrying a shield, walked over with an impatient look on his face.
"You lot, are you coming or not? What are you dawdling for?"
The way he looked at Carol was like he was looking at a clueless newbie.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Vi put her arm around Carol, and took Maria's hand with her other.
"Don't rush me, senior. Girls always need to prepare a little more before going out."
She forcibly dragged the two of them to another, more luxurious Vought jet that had been waiting for them.
Nick Fury watched them leave.
He wanted to stop it.
But what can he use to stop it?
With his little pistol?
Or should we use S.H.I.E.L.D..'s "jurisdiction"?
He could only watch the plane take off and disappear into the horizon.
Several hours later, the plane that arrived in New Orleans dropped the three off ahead of schedule.
When the door opened and Monica saw Maria and Carol standing alive in the doorway, she screamed and buried her face in her mother's arms.
"Mom! You're back!"
Maria hugged her daughter tightly, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
"Aunt Carol!"
Monica lifted her head from her mother's arms and then rushed to Carol.
Carol awkwardly hugged the small body.
"Hey, little troublemaker."
I knew you were still alive!
Monica tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling.
"Certainly."
Vi leaned against the doorframe, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, and mumbled, "Your Aunt Carol is a superhero, she won't die."
She winked at Monica.
"Little one, would you like to go play in a place where you can swim even in winter, and where there are colorful ribbons in the sky?"
"Think!"
"Then grab your swimsuit and let's go!"
Meanwhile, Nick Fury returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D.. safe house.
He sat in front of the computer, typing out that damn report word by word.
Preliminary report on the attack on the " Project Pegasus " base by unidentified armed forces and extraterrestrial life forms.
How should I write it?
Is it possible that the Kree and the Skrulls, two races that only exist in science fiction, fought a war on Earth?
The most crucial one is Vought International.
How can we explain the fact that their final document, the " Mandatory Superhuman Regulation Act," stripped S.H.I.E.L.D.. of all its processing authority?
He can't write it.
This is no longer a report.
This is a letter of surrender from S.H.I.E.L.D..
Vought International, Public Relations and Brand Management Department.
The entire floor was brightly lit, and the sounds of telephones ringing, keyboards clicking, and excited discussions filled the air.
Hans Landa swirled the wine in his glass.
His face bore the satisfied smile of an artist admiring his masterpiece.
On the screen, VNN news is playing on a loop.
News about " Dum Dum Dugan " and the " Ghost Assassin " has successfully ignited public curiosity and insecurity.
Secret agencies, government corruption, concealing the truth...
"The boss's chess games are always so pleasing to the eye."
Landa sighed softly.
He took a sip of red wine.
Now, it's time to place the second piece.
Her deputy, Miranda Priestly, strode over in high heels, carrying a document.
All channels are ready.
"Very well, let's begin. Let the whole world see who protects humanity when it faces threats."
At a command.
At the same time, tens of thousands of media outlets worldwide received an "exclusive scoop" from Vought News Network.
Accompanying the video is a carefully edited video.
The video's title is sensational.
Alien Invasion! Top-Secret Footage of Earth's Battlefield Revealed for the First Time!
The video begins in a dark desert.
Two groups of bizarre-looking humanoid creatures are engaged in a fierce battle.
One group consisted of monsters with green stripes on their skin and long, pointed ears.
The other group consisted of warriors with deep blue skin and fierce eyes.
The camera deliberately magnified their features, energy beams raged in the frame, and the firelight of the explosion illuminated their ferocious faces.
There is no cause and effect.
There is no faction description.
The video's narration screams in a highly inflammatory voice:
"They're here!"
"Predators from the depths of space have turned our home into a battlefield!"
"They disguise themselves as us and lurk among us! They wage a brutal war with weapons we cannot comprehend!"
Then, the scene changes.
A Kree warrior, clad in armor, is using magnetism to control hundreds of metal fragments, preparing to kill an unarmed Earth pilot.
Those were Yon Rogers and Maria.
However, due to editing and reshoots by the actors, it was transformed into a one-sided Carnage of innocent Earth civilians by alien invaders.
At this critical moment!
"Boom!"
Three figures descended from the sky!
The video's color tone shifted from somber to brilliant!
A stirring symphony began!
The Human Torch, engulfed in flames, hurtled towards the group of blue-skinned aliens like a shooting star.
The Ronin Yasuo, wielding a long sword, moved like a ghost.
Then the camera focused on the person in the very center.
Soldier Boy!
The close-up shot slowly moved up from the eagle emblem on his chest to his resolute, cold face.
He strode forward and, with his shield emblazoned with the Stars and Stripes, smashed a green-skinned monster that tried to resist to the ground!
At the end of the video, the Soldier Boy places his shield on the alien commander's back, turns around, and gives the camera a confident and reassuring smile.
The image freezes.
A line of large characters appeared.
We've always been here.
Below is the logo of Vought International, and a huge promotional photo of the three heroes.
[ Soldier Boy ]
[ Human Torch ]
[ Yasuo, the Unforgiven ]
The internet exploded after the video was released!
"My God! It really is an alien!"
"It's terrifying! They look like monsters!"
"That Soldier Boy! Is it the Soldier Boy from World War II? Is he still alive?!"
"Long live the Vought International! They saved us!"
" The Human Torch is so cool! And that Yasuo too! These are true heroes!"
Previous discussions about "secret government agencies" were overshadowed by fears of "alien invasion" and fervor surrounding "superhero saviors."
S.H.I.E.L.D..?
Who still cares about that incompetent, outdated organization that can't even protect its own people?
Now, the world's attention is focused on Vought International.
They are the saviors!
They are the guardians of the Earth!
Those aliens who were defeated were firmly nailed to the pillar of shame as "invaders."
As for their past grievances, who was the refugee and who was the aggressor...
Nobody cares.
In the media Stormfront stirred up by Hans Landa, the truth is completely irrelevant.
Vought said you're an intruder, so you are.