Ascend and maintain an altitude of 5,000 meters, the helicopter aircraft carrier finally returns to normal navigation.

After the baptism of the previous fierce battle, the helicopter aircraft carrier left a messy and tragic trace in both the surface of the shell and the inside of the cabin.

The shell and deck of the aircraft carrier have broken many places, with extremely serious gaps. In order to ensure that no accidents occur, the staff can only use iron plates to repair and seal the holes in an emergency. This is like repairing several conspicuous rag patches on a brand new ornate piece of clothing.

The third engine vortex was still emitting wisps of black smoke, making a "click" noise.

Inside the helicopter aircraft carrier.

The staff have begun to clean up the passages and cabins, take away the bodies and wounded, and put the instruments and tables back into their original state. However, many people still had a dazed look in their eyes, and their faces were stiff and expressionless, obviously they had not yet reacted from the raid just now.

The scene can only be described as tragic in two words!

It's really tragic.

In the main driving hall.

Under the organization of Director Fury and Agent Hill, some staff members reorganized the driving squad, implemented indiscriminate monitoring of the damaged helicopter aircraft carriers, and counted casualties and loss of items caused by the attack.

Captain America Steve, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Patton, and the three of them sat leaning on a step in the hall, looking at the post-war restoration site below in a daze.

"We lost this game." Steve lowered his chin with both hands, his handsome young face was solemn, and he sighed softly: "I lost completely. Sure enough, I can't underestimate Loki from the alien god realm, he is a very difficult guy."

Natasha sighed: "Captain, is it better to have the war in the past? There are no intriguing spies lurking, no talented aliens participating, and no magic hammer flying around."

"It's hard to say." Steve shook his head and said, "I was too careless this time. I used to relying on the man and following him, but now I can only walk forward step by step."

Natasha lowered her head and whispered: "So too!"

Always following that person, your body and mind will inevitably relax and you will never be able to become a hero who stands alone.

Director Fury walked from a distance, glanced at Steve and the other three who were still immersed in failure, and said lightly: "In the previous raid, twenty-six agents died, and countless injured agents were injured. Among them, Agent Coeson did not have time to provide first aid and also sacrificed."

"He's dead." Director Fury's tone became extremely heavy.

Agent Coeson.

One of the veteran agents who assisted Fury in creating the Avengers, as long as he was a member of the Avengers, probably no one would not know him.

"Damn it!" Bart blamed himself and pounded his fist hard on the floor.

Steve was silent and didn't know what to say.

"Where is Young Master Caesar? Is he okay?" Natasha asked with concern.

Fury nodded and said, "Caesar is fine. He is still in a coma. In the battle just now, he has exceeded his physical limit and cannot participate in the next battle."

"It's good that people are fine." Natasha lowered her head in shame. Just now, they were like they didn't help with anything.

Director Fury looked at the silent Steve and the other two, took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "You three are the top agents and super soldiers on earth. You will not give up just after encountering this setback, right? Don't forget who you are!"

Steve and the other two were trembling all over.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, we are... Avengers!"

Steve clenched his fists and slowly stood up from the steps. At the same time, Natasha and Patton also stood up, standing on the side of the captain, one left and one right.

"That's all." Director Fury showed a look of relief and said with a dark and serious face: "Don't think about retreating. Even if you bite the bullet, you have to push me over! Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the sacrifices of those agents just now?!"

"Indeed, no one can sacrifice anymore." Natasha nodded in deep agreement.

Bart said coldly: "I will shoot my arrow on the bastard's head."

"Now..."

Director Fury was about to say something when the door to the driving hall suddenly opened.

Thor, wearing a red cloak and silver armor, kept rubbing his messy blonde hair with his hands, walked into the main driving hall, glanced at everyone and muttered, "Hey, has anyone seen my hammer?"

"Sol, you're awake." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and blinked, "Can't you use the summoning technique?"

"That's how strange it is. I can't call my hammer." Thor waved his hand in a sign, and he rushed around the hall, his eyes swept through, and he didn't remember the fact that he was almost killed in his heart. He regarded the Thunder Hammer as more important than his life.

"I know where your hammer is." Steve walked forward and patted Thor's shoulder comfortably, "My shield should be there too."

"Is that so good. By the way, where is my brother Loki?"

Thor first thanked him, then looked around and realized his thoughts.

This nerve-wired reflex arc...

Everyone in the hall was speechless. This funny scene just eliminated the depression and tragic atmosphere accumulated before.

Steve said in a deep voice: "Loki has escaped, and he must be in the Stark Industrial New Building in the heart of New York. He wants to use the nuclear reaction energy there to activate cosmic magic and open a portal for his alien legion."

"We must set out right away without further ado."

Natasha tidied up her leather jacket a little, patted off the dust on her body, and suddenly asked in surprise: "Wait, where is Eddie? Where did you go again?"

Sam happened to walk into the driving hall and meet everyone, answering: "Eddie. He said he had to get the toxins back, so he was already sitting on the fighter plane and took the lead."

"Then we will also drive the fighter and rush to New York City immediately!"

Leading by Steve as Captain America, Thor Thor, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Patton, and Falcon Sam, they followed closely behind and left the main driving hall in a mighty manner.

Five minutes later.

A black fighter jet took off from a helicopter aircraft carrier, with its wings slashing through the clouds, and its engines accelerated and roared toward the central city of New York dozens of kilometers away.

Director Fury stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the main driving hall, watching the black fighter plane disappear at the end of the line, not knowing what he was thinking.

Agent Hill suddenly walked behind him, and said in a low voice close to his ear.

"Okay, I get it."

Director Fury nodded majesticly, turned around and left the driving hall alone, crossed several lengthy passages, and finally came to a hidden cabin.

He reached out and pressed the detector next to the door, confirmed through his fingerprint and pupils, and the portal opened with a "click".

Director Fury stepped in and saw a table in the middle of the huge room, with ten people serving hot dishes and delicious food.

Caesar was sitting in a chair, hungry, his head was almost buried on the table, eliminating the high-nutrition food in the plate at superhuman speed.

Director Fury closed the door with his backhand, sat in a chair directly opposite him, and said, "They have set out. Everything, as you expected, Caesar."

"Very good, that's right."
Chapter completed!