Laura's Beautiful Journey

"Sir! We need backup! We need backup!"

There was loud gunfire inside the Rand Building, and the first batch of NYPD officers who responded to the police suffered heavy losses. They were only equipped with pistols and a small number of Remington 870 shotguns, and they were constantly beaten by the terrible enemy. After the police officer was injured or killed, the police sergeant at the scene quickly requested help from his superiors.

"Damn it, there's obviously only one person on the other side, how could he get so many weapons and ammunition? It's enough to fight a small war!"

A young patrol officer who had just joined the job huddled behind the police car and cursed in a low voice. His hand holding the Glock couldn't stop shaking.

He didn't dare to shoot because the last person to do so was his partner, who had fallen near the car door and became a headless corpse.

Not only him, but all the policemen present were in this state at this time. The unknown enemy opposite was really too accurate. If he dared to show his head, he would be dead.

After waiting in agony for more than ten minutes, two armored vehicles filled with SWAT officers finally arrived, and the four teams on them quickly entered the battle.

As a result, the two teams that made the exploratory attack lost contact signals on the 13th and 22nd floors of the Rand Building respectively, and the shooter on the opposite side was clearly on the top of the building.

"Sir! The on-site intelligence is wrong! The enemy is not alone!"

The SWAT leader hurriedly reported to the Stacey branch who had just arrived at the scene. His angry eyes were fixed on Chief Mars who provided the enemy information.

Mars had nothing to say about this, because they had indeed only encountered one enemy before, and then they were defeated by the opponent. This was not a glorious thing.

Stacey, who looked serious, was about to say something when her cell phone rang in her pocket. She took out the call mark and quickly turned back to answer the call.

A few seconds later, he walked up to his subordinates with a strange expression on his face and conveyed the director-general's order to them:

"The FBI has taken over this case. Let's get ready to withdraw."

"Ah this..."

The two men looked at each other. Normally, when it comes to law enforcement rights, they would definitely yell at the FBI with the same hatred and hatred, but this time. . .

The three of them exchanged quick glances, and then went about their work tacitly.

In the command car, Deputy Director Stacey sighed silently. According to his previous temperament, even if the FBI came, he would ask for coordinated operations, and then go to the front line with a few hard-core subordinates.

But with several of his subordinates recently admitted to the hospital, coupled with the strong opposition from his family, he struggled for a long time and finally chose to compromise.

What surprised him was that the FBI's speed this time was much faster than before, and three SUVs and three armored vehicles came.

A man in a black suit got off the lead car. His hairline looked a little worried. He walked up to him and took off his sunglasses, revealing a kind smile:

"Hello, Director Stacey, I am Agent William. Thank you for your support and cooperation in our work. Leave this to us."

The guy who claimed to be William handed him a document as he spoke. After Stacy took it, the more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong.

Normally, the FBI, as a federal law enforcement agency, behaves in a condescending manner. To sum up, they all want the benefits and throw away all the blame.

As a result, there was a new person in charge this time, and the conditions offered were too good. Not only did they take all the blame, they even provided special subsidies to the injured and injured NYPD police officers for the first time!

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Director Stacey said nothing and got into his car with the document. He was going to go back and verify the authenticity of this thing.

After Agent "William" watched him drive away, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. When he turned his head to look at the Rand Building, he had become extremely solemn.

This guy is Coulson, a SHIELD model worker who habitually pretends to be the FBI. He rarely has a few days off. He has made an appointment with his cello girlfriend to attend a classical concert tonight, and both of them have already taken their seats. , but was recruited again by a phone call from Black Heart Braised Egg.

However, Coulson had no complaints about this. In fact, what the director said to him on the phone was really serious.

Earlier tonight, the Cosmic Rubik's Cube stored in the top-secret base began to activate itself without warning, and its various energy indexes exploded.

It was still in an extremely active state after a violent outburst, and it was shortly after that outburst that Nick Fury received a contact signal from the Rand Tower.

The signal came from his former friend, Frank Custer, and the content of the text message contained only the unclear word "be careful". Shortly afterwards, a fierce exchange of fire between the New York police and unknown persons broke out here.

Coming with him was a special operations team directly affiliated with SHIELD's senior management, led by none other than Brock Rumlow.

Coulson has two tasks this time. One is to confirm the current status of Frank Custer and figure out the truth of the Rand Tower incident; the other is to secretly observe the special operations team led by Rumlow. All discoveries will be All reported directly to Nick Fury.

"Report to captain, snipers are in position!"

"Copy that, Coulson, how's it going with you over there?"

Hearing Rumlow's question, Coulson quickly came to his senses, hit the Enter key on the laptop in front of him, and replied:

"My side is also ready. All nearby power and monitoring systems have been completely disconnected and we are ready for action!"

"Okay! Alpha Team, prepare to attack!"

On the top floor of the Rand Building, Loki, dressed in regular clothes, stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows holding a strange-shaped scepter. Looking down at the earth from a high place always made him feel happy.

"Sir, a group of guys wearing FBI uniforms came downstairs, but judging from their tactical skills, their real identities should be people from S.H.I.E.L.D."

The expressionless Punisher reported the current situation. Loki raised his eyebrows and asked:

"SHIELD? Is it the organization you said holds so many secrets?"

"Yes, if the Cosmic Cube you mentioned before is indeed in New York, there is a high probability that it is in their hands."

Hearing this, Loki smiled evilly. He had clearly opened the transmission channel by reversely activating the power of the Cosmic Cube under the guidance of others.

But for some reason, an unknown force interfered during the process, and the teleportation point finally became here.

When he saw the Punisher, he was originally upset and wanted to kill someone to vent his anger, but when he saw the scepter in his hand, he immediately changed his mind and was ready to test whether this thing had the power to force him as the guy said. The ability to change the minds of others.

The results proved that the experiment was successful. This time he also harvested three other guys with special abilities. What was even more unexpected was that the mortals without superpowers who he looked down upon the most at the beginning gave him a big surprise.