Fury: Green Light Oath? No, it's fucking f***ing! A frying pan for God!

"OMG Fuck!"

The swear word echoed in the empty underground laboratory, carrying a resolute determination to face death, as well as a furious rage that could ignite the air.

Before him stood Loki, the evil god from Asgard; beside him was Hawkeye, the ace agent who had turned against him; and above him was the crumbling dome of the base.

From any tactical perspective, this is a dead end for Fury.

"A very spirited last message."

Loki stood less than three meters away from Fury, his face bearing that signature mocking smile.

He slightly raised the scepter in his hand, the azure gem at its tip radiating a captivating light.

"But I don't need dead people, I need an obedient dog."

Loki's voice was gentle, "Just like that archer from before, give me your heart."

hum!

The Mind Scepter pointed directly at Fury's heart.

In that instant, Fury felt as if time around him had slowed down.

He could clearly see the blue light approaching, and he could see the arrogant mockery in Loki's eyes.

Are you afraid?

of course.

But as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the biggest intelligence chief on the planet, the words "wait for death" were not in his vocabulary.

In Fury's single eye, the pupil contracted.

His right hand, which was always tucked into the pocket of his black leather trench coat, was gripping the ring tightly.

"To give you my heart?"

"I'll teach your grandma's legs!!!"

"Fuck you, die!!!"

Boom!

This roar was clear, resonant, and full of energy, with a very high level of proficiency.

The green light ring seemed to have received some great shock, and it trembled violently.

A super flat-bottomed pan with a diameter of two meters, emerald green and translucent, with even the anti-stick coating pattern visible on the bottom!

clang!!!

A metallic clang, loud enough to shatter eardrums, resounded throughout the underground space.

Loki's smile froze.

He felt as if the scepter he swung had struck a wall of sighs.

The force of the recoil traveled up his arm, making his hand go numb and nearly causing him to drop the scepter.

"What is that?!"

Loki stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

There were no fluctuations from a magic circle, no aura of divine power, only a one-eyed bald man in a black trench coat, holding a green frying pan, knocking the scepter from his hand.

"this……"

Agent Hill, standing some distance away, gaped slightly. "Kitchen utensils?"

"This isn't over yet! You reindeer-covered bitch!"

Fury felt better than ever before.

The ring continuously drew upon his anger, transforming it into tangible power.

With each curse he uttered, the frying pan in his hand solidified a little more and grew larger.

"This pot is for my base!"

Fury roared, his hands clenched into fists, and he swung the giant cauldron in his hands, slamming it down hard on Loki, who was in a daze.

Snapped! ! !

The sound was crisp, clear, and pleasant to the ear.

Loki's arrogant face came into close contact with the emerald green energy pan.

His facial muscles underwent a bizarre deformation under the impact, and his entire body flew sideways, his feet leaving the ground.

Boom!

Loki crashed into a piece of equipment, his head spinning and his vision blurring.

"hiss--"

Even though Hawkeye Barton was already under control, his eye twitched involuntarily when he saw this scene.

That bureau chief who always sits in his office with a gloomy face... did he just slap God away with a frying pan?

"Damn it... damn the Midgards!"

Amidst the ruins, Loki staggered to his feet.

At this moment, where was even a trace of the elegance of the god of trickery?

His left cheek was swollen, and there were even a few green letters faintly visible on it.

humiliation.

The ultimate humiliation.

First, he was thrown out like trash by that mysterious shop owner, and now he's being slapped in the face by an ordinary person with this ridiculous weapon.

Loki felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the energy source that was violently vibrating.

The Cosmic Cube is in an extremely unstable state. If he doesn't leave soon, the energy flow generated by the collapse of the entire base will be enough to bury him as well.

"Patton!"

Loki clutched his swollen cheek, his voice muffled by the draft, "Destroy this place!"

"Yes, sir."

Patton did not hesitate at all.

Although he was shocked by the director's combat prowess, the Mind Stone's orders were absolute.

He didn't even need to aim; he simply raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession.

shhhhhh!

The three specially made explosive arrows did not shoot at Fury, but instead burrowed into the gaps between several key load-bearing pillars overhead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A violent explosion rang out, and the already precarious underground base groaned under the strain.

Concrete blocks began to fall like raindrops, dust billowed, and alarms blared through the sky.

"Hill, retreat!"

Fury watched the boulder fall from above, but he didn't lose his temper and give chase.

He tilted the green-lit frying pan upwards, blocking the rubble that was hurtling towards the crowd.

However, this ring consumes a great deal of mental energy. Just from this one moment, Fury felt dizzy and warm liquid flowed from his nostrils.

"Trying to run away?"

Fury gritted his teeth as he watched Loki grab the briefcase containing the scepter and the Tesseract.

Loki gave the one-eyed man holding the pot a deep look, his eyes almost overflowing with resentment.

"I'll be back, Nick Fury."

"Next time, I'll bring a real army and make you bunch of cunning monkeys howl in despair!"

After saying that, Loki vanished from the spot along with Hawkeye and Eric.

"You slut! If you've got the guts, let's fight another three hundred rounds, and I'll shove this pot down your ass!"

Fury roared at the spot where Loki had disappeared, and the green light in his hand surged, violently ripping off a piece of the ceiling that had crashed down.

"Chief! Let's go!"

Hill rushed over, covered in dust, and helped the somewhat exhausted Fury up, sprinting towards the tarmac.

……

Three minutes later.

Rumble!

The S.H.I.E.L.D. Project Pegasus base has completely collapsed.

The ground undulated like waves, and columns of smoke and dust shot into the sky, turning the entire night sky a hazy gray.

A Black Hawk helicopter, used by S.H.I.E.L.D., was violently jolted by the airflow, narrowly avoiding the suction force generated by the collapse.

The atmosphere inside the cabin was terrifyingly oppressive.

Fury sat at the cabin door, letting the cold wind blow against his bald head.

He looked down into the deep pit, a complex light flickering in his single eye.

That was a base built at a cost of ten million US dollars.

Those are countless cutting-edge devices.

That was the culmination of decades of hard work by S.H.I.E.L.D.

In just those ten short minutes, everything vanished.

Damn it, I should have embezzled that money and used it to buy gashapon (gacha) toys!

"Sir..." Coulson handed over a towel.

Fury took the towel and wiped the blood and dust off his face.

The world has changed.

The old methods of warfare, which relied on infiltration by special agents and raids by tactical squads, are like trying to fight a Gatling gun with a stick in the face of these forces from another dimension.

Fury reached into his coat and his fingers touched the old pager.

That was his last trump card.

Just press that button, and the woman in the universe will come back.

But he hesitated.

Although that woman's power is great, she does not belong to Earth, and she cannot stay here forever.

The threats here are increasing; this time it's Loki, what about next?

If humanity always hopes for a savior from outer space, then what is the meaning of humanity's existence?

"No."

Fury released his grip on the pager and turned to look at Coulson.

"Coulson."

"Mobilize all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s liquid assets and unfreeze those backup overseas secret accounts as well."

Fury took a deep breath and dialed the number.

A lazy yet familiar voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Feed? Who is this? If you're trying to sell insurance, we don't serve you."

Hearing Li Ang's irritating voice, Fury not only didn't get angry, but instead grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

He glanced at the green light ring on his hand, which had already dimmed.

"It's me, Nick Fury."

"Get your gashapon machines ready, Li Ang."

"Whether it's big or small, beginner or intermediate."

Fry paused, his tone carrying the domineering and resolute air unique to the nouveau riche.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., let's do a group purchase!"