Chapter 443： Caesar's back hand

Chapter 443 Caesar's Backhand

Rising and maintaining at an altitude of five kilometers, the helicopter carrier finally returned to normal navigation.

After the baptism of the previous fierce battle, the helicopter carrier left a messy trace of the outer surface of the shell or the inside of the cabin.

The outer casing and deck of the aircraft carrier were ruptured in many places, and there were extremely serious gaps. In order to ensure that there were no more accidents, the staff could only use the iron plates for emergency and repair the holes. It's like patching up a few prominent rag patches on a brand new gorgeous outfit.

The third engine vortex also smothered the black smoke and made a "beep" noise.

Helicopter inside the aircraft.

The staff has begun to clear the passages and cabins, take the bodies and the wounded away, and put the instruments and tables and chairs back together. It’s just that many people still have embarrassment in their eyes, and their face is stiff and expressionless, apparently not yet reacting from the recent raid.

The scene can only be described in two words - fierce!

It is too fierce.

Inside the main driving hall.

Under the organization of Frye and Hilter, some of the staff were reorganized into driving squads, and the damaged helicopters were monitored indiscriminately, and the casualties and losses caused by the attacks were counted.

American captain Steve, black widow Natasha, Hawkeye Barton, three people sitting on a step in the hall, looking at the scene after the war.

"This game, we lost." Steve's hands were low on his chin, his handsome young face was dignified, and he sighed out loudly: "The loss is very thorough. Sure enough, you can't underestimate the Luo from the alien **** domain. Base, is a very difficult guy."

Natasha said with emotion: "Captain, is it better for the previous war? There are no intriguing spies lurking, no aliens with talents, and no magic hammer flying around."

"It's hard to say." Steve shook his head and said: "This time I am too big. I used to rely on the person behind me and follow him. Now I can only step on my own steps. ""

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

Always behind the person, the body and mind will inevitably relax, and will never be a hero.

Director Fury came from afar and blinked at Steve, who was still immersed in the failure. He said: "In the previous raid, the SHIELD killed 26 agents and the number of injuries was numerous. Among them, Agent Hexion did not have time to give first aid and sacrificed."

"He is dead." The tone of Director Furui became extremely heavy.

Agent Lucerne.

One of the veteran agents who helped Fury create the Avengers, as long as it is a member of the Avengers Alliance, it is estimated that no one does not know him.

"Damn!" Bart blamed himself, slamming his fist on the floor.

Steve is silent and doesn't know what to say.

"The Caesar Lord, is he okay?" Natasha asked.

Fry nodded and said: "Caesar is fine. Just in a coma. In the previous battle, he has exceeded his physical limit and can no longer participate in the next battle."

"People are fine." Natasha bowed his head. In the past, they were not doing anything to help.

Director Forre looked at the silent Steve three people. Suddenly, he took a deep breath and shouted: "You three, but the top agents and super soldiers on the planet will not give up when you encounter this setback." Don't forget, who are you!"

Steve three are all trembled.

"Of course not forgetting, we are... the Avengers!"

Steve clenched his fists and slowly stood up from the steps. At the same time, Natasha and Barton followed up, standing on the side of the captain.

"This is the right thing." Director Frye showed a gratifying color, with a dark and serious face: "Don't think about retreating, even if you bite the scalp, give me a top! How else can you afford the sacrifice of those agents?" ”

"Indeed, no one can sacrifice any more." Natasha agreed with the dagger.

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

"That now..."

What the director of Frei just wanted to say, the door of the driving hall suddenly opened.

Saul, wearing a red cloak and wearing a silver armor, kept licking his messy blond hair, walked into the main driving hall, and glanced at the crowd and shouted: "Hey, is anyone seeing my hammer?"

"Saul, you can wake up." Natasha sighed and blinked. "Are you not able to use summoning?"

"That's just so strange, I can't call my hammer." The hand waved down, and Sol rushed in the hall, his eyes sweeping, and he didn't remember the fact that he was almost killed. In my heart, it is more important to see the Thunder hammer than to your own life.

"I know where your hammer is." Steve stepped forward and calmly patted Saul's shoulder. "My shield should be there too."

"Yes, that's great. Right, my brother Rocky?"

Sol first thanked, and then looked around, and then knew the way.

This nerve stripe reflection arc...

The crowd in the hall was silent for a while, and this funny scene just eliminated the accumulated oppression and sorrowful atmosphere.

Steve sighed: "Rocky has escaped, and now it is definitely in the new building of Stark Industrial in downtown New York. He wants to use the nuclear reaction energy there to activate the magic of the universe and open a new army to his men. Delivery portal."

"It is not too late, we must start right away."

Natasha slightly finished the leather and took off the dust on her body. Suddenly she asked: "Wait, Eddie? Where have you gone?"

Sam happened to walk into the driving hall to meet with everyone, and replied: "Eddie. He said that the toxins must be retrieved, so I have already taken a step on the fighter plane."

"Then we also drove the war and immediately rushed to New York City!"

Steve as the captain of the United States, Raytheon Sol, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Barton, and Falcon Sam, they followed, and left the main driving hall.

After five minutes.

A black fighter took off from the helicopter, the wings cut through the clouds, the engine accelerated and roared, and traveled to downtown New York, dozens of kilometers away.

Director Frei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the main driving hall, watching the black fighter disappear at the end of the line, not knowing what to think.

Hilter suddenly came from behind him and said a word close to his ear.

"okay, I get it."

The director of Fury was majestic and beheaded. He turned and left the driving hall alone, through several lengthy passages, and finally came to a hidden cabin.

He reached down and pressed the detector next to the door, confirming it with his fingerprint and pupil, and the portal was "squeaky" open.

The director of Fury stepped forward and saw the large room with a table in the middle of the room with ten hot dishes.

Caesar was sitting in a chair, hungry, his head almost buried on the table, at the speed of Superman to eliminate the high-nutrient food in the plate.

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

"Good, that's right."

Caesar bitten a whole piece of beef, chewed it, swallowed it into the belly, and smiled innocently: "War, this is just beginning."

(End of this chapter)