Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

"Is there a meeting at this time?" John Garrett, the eighth-level agent "Clairvoyant" who had just finished lunch, yawned lazily. "What is the theme of the meeting?"

He is very senior in S.H.I.E.L.D., even much more senior than Phil Coulson, and has recruited and trained a large number of elite agents including Grant Ward. Not only is he proficient in firearms and various fighting techniques, but his whole body has been biologically modified, giving him strength and agility far beyond ordinary people.

"I heard it's to deal with aliens..." the internal staff who notified responded cautiously.

"Aliens?" Garrett became a little interested, "Is it like Star Wars? Or is it like ET?"

In fact, he knew that aliens existed, and he had participated in the research on the Kree people, but he did not think that aliens would pay attention to the barren planet of the earth - there are so many resource-rich planets, what does the earth have? A bunch of worthless carbs?

"Sir, I don't know..."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Taking the elevator up to the large conference room on the 21st floor, Garrett glanced at the participants. Well, they were all elite agents on all fronts. His most valued disciple, Grant Ward, was sitting in the last row. Idlely studying the ceiling light fixtures.

"There are so many people here!" Garrett originally wanted to sit next to his apprentice, but another senior agent stopped him. He did not refuse and sat down casually.

There were already more than two hundred people present at the meeting. "Crossbones" Rumlow walked in from the door and asked: "Have you seen Phil? I plan to talk to him about..."

"Phil Coulson?" Garrett looked up from the chat and looked around, "I didn't see him, he's probably still in the elevator."

"Is it more important to show up later? You have a lot of airs!" Rumlow was about to sit next to Garrett, but Garrett stood up with a frown.

"Colson didn't come, Hill didn't come, Romanov didn't come, Patton didn't come... Something is wrong!"

The conference room suddenly became dark, and the noise suddenly became noisy.

Garrett's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted like a thunderbolt: "Don't make any noise!"

As a senior veteran agent and the captain of a branch of Hydra, Garrett has a high reputation in S.H.I.E.L.D. He roared, and the conference room immediately fell silent.

Sure enough, in the quiet conference room, intensive gunshots were immediately heard downstairs.

"Something happened!" Almost all of the people present were elite agents. Even the internal staff had good abilities. As soon as they heard the movement downstairs, these people immediately made the most correct reaction - they pulled out their With weapons on their bodies, they spread out their battle formations with their waists bent, and quickly left the venue in the dark.

But it was too late, the elevator had been blocked, and the mechas swept up the safety ladder layer by layer.

All escape passages were immediately blocked by debris. Two mechas rumbled back and forth patrolling the front and rear halls on the first floor. Anyone who wanted to escape would be killed with precision at the first opportunity.

"The Punisher" Frank Custer and "Dum Bomb" Dugan were already killing people like crazy. They each led a team of mechas to form a formation, violently kicked open every door on every floor of the building, and then hit the head. There was a burst of frantic shooting, and the high-precision thermal imaging sensor indicated the location of every living creature for them. Under this sudden attack, the Hydra members who were caught off guard were beaten into a bloody mist by high-explosive weapons before they had time to react.

In front of this group of battle-hardened veterans, almost all resistance turned into a joke.

Someone was yelling crazily at the intercom, wanting to inform them of the current situation and request reinforcements, but all internal and external communications were disconnected, and only a disorderly busy tone came from the microphone.

Some people tried to jump out of hiding to fight back, but their guns were just fire sticks in front of the mecha.

More smart people tried to escape through pipes and vents, but as soon as they showed up, they were named and shot one by one by the sharpshooter "Eagle Eye" Barton.

"You're moving so fast!" Standing not far from the delta-wing building, Phil Coulson stared at the window where smoke was already coming out. "Twenty minutes, eleventh floor... there are thousands of people inside. Woolen cloth!"

"That means there are thousands of Hydras!" At some point, Nick Fury was already standing behind Coulson. He raised his head, with a puzzling look in his one eye, "This level is a must. Those who survive it will be the beginning of a bigger storm.”

"Director!" Kausi asked with a smile, "After this battle, how many living people are left in SHIELD's New York headquarters? If we can't sustain an organization, how about disbanding it?"

"Don't worry, Cauius!" Fury said nothing, and Coulson came out to be a good old man again, "There must be hundreds of them. As long as there is fire, it is not difficult to rebuild SHIELD!"

"One hundred and thirty-seven people, including me!" Fury looked unmoved, but replied in a very calm tone, "The existence of SHIELD is meaningful. If there is no SHIELD, even if you want Even if you scold the federal government, you can’t find anyone to target..."

That makes sense!

In fact, Fury is right at all. Although all major disasters have relied on the performance of superheroes, the one who takes the blame, cleans up the mess, and solves the problem is all the work of SHIELD without exception. No matter how ugly the solution is, with SHIELD here, at least there is someone to bring closure to. In other words, no matter how big an event is, SHIELD is behind to support the bottom line.

Moreover, no one except Nick Fury can handle the criticism of those politicians. From this perspective, not only must SHIELD be preserved, but the agency must continue to operate normally so that Fury can obtain the capital to talk to the government.

"He's right!" Iron Man fell to the ground with a clang, and walked over with a clank. His mask opened, revealing Tony Stark's slightly red face with excitement.

This time he actively asked to participate, not only turning the entire delta-wing building into a communication restricted area, but also smashing the two helicopters on the roof to pieces. Dozens of micro-drone flew around the sky in a mighty manner, and the sky above became his One person's world.

"SHIELD cannot disappear, at least they are still responsible for the persuasion work of the World Security Council."

He smiled and made a gesture to Nick Fury, "I think SHIELD should arrange better politicians for the next step. Only politicians can deal with politicians. Do you have such a candidate? I think Wilson Fisk is a good one." The candidate..."

"SHIELD has no precedent of recruiting gang leaders!" Coulson was a little amused, but he couldn't laugh. He could only say, "Actually, they all care about your attitude, Tony, maybe you can..."

"Only I can order myself!" Stark thought for a moment, "Phil, please take over the last consultant's contract when you have time. I feel that I have the responsibility and obligation to provide good advice to SHIELD."

After seeing the relics his father left for him, he figured it out and no longer had the same strong resistance to SHIELD as before - after all, this was Howard Stark's effort.

Fury looked at his watch, then squinted his eyes to look at the smoke-filled building, and sighed softly.

"Cauvus, would you like to accompany me to meet Alexander?"

"Why me? I don't know Pierce, what does it have to do with me?" Kausu was about to scold her when he suddenly remembered something and nodded, "Okay! Let me tell you in advance that I won't say anything to him!"