Fury hung up and dialed again.
Still no answer.
"This bastard..." he whispered.
He flipped to another number—Mavuika.
This time, it rang once, and the other side answered.
"Director Fury?" Mavuika's voice was calm and clear, like a wisp of Warmth in the night wind.
Fury took a deep breath: "Ms. Mavuika, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters is under attack by HYDRA, and the helicarrier is taking off. I need your help."
The other end of the phone fell silent for a second.
"Got it."
The phone hung up.
Fury put down his phone and looked at the night sky outside the window dyed red by Fire.
He had to find a way to stall HYDRA as much as possible before Mavuika arrived.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s defensive forces began to target the ascending mothership, but the firearms in the hands of the ground personnel could hardly pose a threat to the massive helicarrier.
The huge hull didn't even need to pay attention to incoming bullets; rifle attacks couldn't even pierce its steel plates.
At this time, most of the aerial forces inside the Base could hardly take off; HYDRA would not let them start the aircraft.
As long as someone tried to do so, HYDRA's people would concentrate their Fire there.
And the few fighters that did take off could not pose much threat to the mothership.
When the helicarrier's ship-borne cannons aimed at them, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s fighters could only dodge desperately.
The battle situation was quite pessimistic, making even Fury sweat in his palms.
Finally, after a long five minutes.
A stream of light flew from the northern horizon, golden-red like a meteor, piercing the night sky and galloping towards the direction of the helicarrier.
Fury's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Here it comes."
Mavuika flew at the very front.
She looked at the three huge helicarriers, her eyes calm.
Golden-red Burning around her illuminated the night sky brightly.
She did not slow down; instead, she accelerated.
The golden-red light became brighter and hotter, like a real Sun.
She turned into a Fire meteor herself, charging straight towards the hull of the middle helicarrier.
The soldiers on the carrier saw that light, but they didn't have time to react.
Boom—!!!
The golden-red light pierced through the hull of the carrier, entering from one side and exiting from the other.
The carrier's armor was as fragile as paper in front of her Fire, instantly melted, torn, and pierced through.
The carrier vibrated violently and then began to tilt.
Fire gushed out from the hole, thick smoke rolled, and the alarm sounded through the night sky.
Mavuika flew out from the other side of the carrier, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then turned to the second carrier.
The same speed, the same light, the same penetration.
Boom—!!!
The second carrier was also pierced through.
Its hull began to break, Fire swallowing the internal structure, and the soldiers screamed in panic, trying to parachute to escape.
Mavuika turned to the third carrier.
This time, she hovered directly in front of the carrier, looking at the huge spacecraft, golden-red light condensing around her, getting brighter and hotter.
She raised her hand.
A golden beam of light shot from her palm, hitting the bow of the carrier.
The beam of light was like a scorching knife, splitting the carrier from the middle into two halves.
The two halves of the hull tilted to both sides, emitting thick smoke and Fire, slowly falling.
Mavuika withdrew her hand and hovered in the night sky, her long golden-red hair fluttering in the wind.
The three helicarriers were all destroyed in a blink of an eye.
On the ground, Fury watched the three carriers turn into Fireballs and fall, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Well done."
He said softly.
The hesitant voice of Coulson came from the headset.
"But Director... That is the trump card we finally produced after spending countless manpower and financial resources. There were only four in total, and now..."
Hearing this, Fury remembered that these helicarriers were supposed to be his ultimate weapon, but they were backstabbed by HYDRA, and now more than half of them were directly missing.
Thinking of this, Fury's heart was bleeding.
But there was no other way, the situation was urgent, and Mavuika's approach was correct.
Otherwise, if the helicarrier really locked onto the target, the consequences would be even more serious.
Thor and Loki did not follow Mavuika to deal with the helicarrier.
Their target was on the ground.
Thor carried Mjolnir, falling from the sky, slamming into the ground and smashing a deep pit.
He stood up, looking at the HYDRA soldiers in front of him, and grinned.
"Who's first?"
The HYDRA soldiers looked at him and were stunned.
Thor didn't give them time to think.
He raised Mjolnir, and lightning fell from the sky, hitting the hammer head, turning into a dazzling blue beam of light, blasting towards those soldiers.
Several soldiers were struck by lightning, twitching all over and falling down.
Others retreated in panic and began to shoot.
Bullets hit Thor like hitting a steel plate; the bullet heads deformed and fell to the ground.
Thor strode forward, one hammer per person, smashing those soldiers away one by one.
Then, a silver-white lightning flashed past him.
Pietro.
His speed was so fast that Thor's eyes couldn't keep up.
Thor only felt a wind blowing past him, and then the back of his head was heavily smashed by something.
Thor staggered a step and turned his head—no one was there.
Pietro appeared on his left again, punching him in the ribs.
Thor groaned and staggered another step.
Pietro's speed was too fast; Thor simply couldn't catch him.
"Is that all you've got?" Pietro's laughter came from all directions.
Thor grinned, raised Mjolnir, and summoned lightning.
The lightning Swirled around him towards the surroundings, forming a blue electric net.
No matter how fast Pietro's speed was, it couldn't be faster than lightning.
He was hit by the electric net, his body stiffened, and his speed slowed down.
Thor seized the opportunity and smashed a hammer at him.
Pietro dodged sideways, but the Impact of the hammer still blew him away.
He rolled a few times in the air, then landed steadily, knelt on one knee, raised his head, and had blood on the corners of his mouth.
He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled.
"Not bad, a bit interesting."
Thor looked at him, his brow slightly furrowed.
This young man's speed was indeed very fast, so fast that even he felt a little headache.
But Thor could feel that the opponent's physical strength was just... Pietro hadn't fully mastered his own abilities yet.
Although his speed was fast, his control was not precise enough; sometimes he would rush too far, and sometimes he couldn't brake.
Moreover, his physical fitness was not much stronger than ordinary humans.
Facing an Asgardian protoss like Thor, he would be seriously injured just by being touched once.
"You have great Talents," Thor said, "but you still need practice."
Pietro's smile stiffened for a moment.
"Practice? You think we're playing house with you?"
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