Laura's Beautiful Journey

New York, JFK Airport.

Laura, who returned to Earth through the portal, immediately reached out and grabbed someone who was about to fall.

"Huh...thank you."

The excitement of passing a large 747 passenger plane carrying air waves made Danny break out in a cold sweat.

Laura was too tired to speak at all. After the two landed, they walked straight into a hangar rented by the Crawford Group for a long time.

As the soul of Shou Lao, who had regained a lot of strength, teleported away, the matter between Typhon Star and Kunlun came to an end for the time being.

Although she knew that there was a clone of Shou Lao on Typhon and the rescue plan had a high success rate, Laura was still a little worried.

However, in order to restore energy to Shou Lao, the little energy she finally recovered was almost drained away, but there was still a little left. Fortunately, Danny, who also had the power of the dragon, stepped in at the critical moment.

Both of them were in a bad state at this time. Laura looked like she hadn't woken up, and Danny was even worse. According to Lei Gong:

"This kid looks like he's been squeezed dry. It's not good for a young man to continue like this. I'll give you a prescription and go back and make up for it yourself."

Since it was midnight in New York at this time, Laura, who had no sunlight to absorb and replenish, could only resort to the most primitive method-eating.

Following her order, various high-calorie foods were delivered to the hangar lounge one by one from dining cart to dining cart.

Danny was actually very hungry, so the two people in the lounge looked at the delicious food on the table, looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then began to immerse themselves in the meal.

For half an hour, apart from the programs playing on the TV, the only sound left in the room was the sound of chewing and swallowing food. Danny felt that he had at least eaten enough food for a week today, and then he burped with satisfaction. .

"Hiccup~ I didn't expect you to be the eldest lady of the Crawford Group."

Laura took out a braised pork knuckle and stuffed it into her mouth, humming twice vaguely as a response.

Danny knew that her energy consumption far exceeded his own, so he stopped disturbing her. He pulled a few paper towels from the table and wiped the oil stains on his hands, while trying to remember what he had just eaten.

"Burger, pizza, barbecued pork, burp~...what else is there?"

After thinking about it, he was finally interrupted by his incessant hiccups. As a habit, he wanted to reach out and scratch his head. His nose smelled the mixed aroma coming from his hands, so he quickly stopped.

"An emergency message is inserted below. There was a fierce exchange of fire between a group of gangsters and law enforcement agencies in the Rand Building. Now we cut to the scene."

The picture on the TV flashed, and Danny couldn't help but stand up after seeing it clearly.

I saw that the usually quite impressive Rand Building was now in a sea of ​​flames, and gunshots and explosions were heard from time to time on the top floor.

Danny, who was worried about the safety of his teammates, couldn't sit still anymore. He took a mechanic's uniform from the wall, opened the door and left in a hurry.

Laura didn't stop her. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she stretched out her hand to draw the virtual light screen. She was ready to check the nearby surveillance.

"Huh? All signals were cut off?"

Not believing in evil, she searched down level by level. However, the nearest surveillance probe that could be accessed was five kilometers away from the scene. Coupled with the appalling resolution, even the image optimized by the algorithm was enlarged. There are large mosaics with no useful clues at all.

Next, Laura hacked into the live broadcast signal of the TV station, the mobile phones and computers with camera functions of nearby people, etc. Unfortunately, the effect was still not very satisfactory. The picture was either too far away or too blurry. A buddy also recorded it. While running, if you can see clearly if you are shaking, there is a ghost.

"Huh? Coulson?"

In the end, a camera at a nearby bank ATM did the trick and captured a man talking on the phone in the driver's seat of a black SUV.

At the scene, Coulson put down the phone in his hand and punched the steering wheel irritably. The sudden sound of the horn startled the passing detectives.

Twenty minutes ago, the ground command center lost contact with the special operations team. Ten minutes after that, the director's phone was also disconnected. This was also the reason why good old Coulson was so irritable.

"Buzz buzz" "ding bell bell"

The vibrating ring of his cell phone instantly cheered him up, and he quickly picked up the call without even looking at the caller's number:

"Hello? Director!"

"Colson, I am not your non-chief."

The good old agent was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly moved the phone to his eyes and took a look.

"Hello? Hello? Coulson? Are you listening? What's going on over there at the Rand Tower?"

Coulson finally came to his senses, told her briefly and clearly the information he currently had, and asked her to come and help.

Laura's condition at this time was only a little better than before, so she originally wanted to push it to Tony, but after a phone call, she only contacted Jarvis, and Tony and Pepper went on a trip.

Under the physical and mental pressure caused by long-term high-intensity combat, Laura thought about refusing, but she smelled an unusual smell from this incident and finally agreed.

Five minutes later, after changing into the Best armor, she turned on her invisibility and arrived at the scene, then rushed straight into the top floor of the Rand Building, which was in flames.

After scanning around, and then searching down three floors, she found nothing, so Laura connected to Coulson's communication again:

"Colson, what was the specific level of the previous firefight?"

"There are enemy snipers on the 60th floor of the top floor. Three teams of the special operations team lost contact on the 13th, 32nd and 55th floors respectively."

After hearing this, Laura simply took out five unmanned reconnaissance drones and scanned the entire building together.

"There are three corpses on the thirteenth floor, four corpses in the stairwell between the thirty-third and thirty-second floors, and two corpses on the fifty-fifth floor. Other than that, there are no living persons."

"How is it possible? Both the ground and the sky have been blocked by S.H.I.E.L.D., how could those guys disappear out of thin air? And the number of special forces is not up to par!"

Coulson was completely dumbfounded. If the Rand Building hadn't been burning like a torch and was inaccessible, he would have wanted to rush up to investigate.

Laura, who was also full of doubts, landed in an uninhabited corner. Coulson quickly rushed over after receiving the news, and the two then exchanged the current information.

"Colson, are you hiding something else from me?"

Catching a glimpse of him glancing at his phone from time to time, Laura asked straightforwardly. The good old man struggled for a while before finally deciding to explain:

"Yes, the director's communication was suddenly disconnected more than ten minutes ago, but I don't know which secret base he is in."