American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

All that remained was the destroyed base, a scene of utter devastation.

Lin Feng's consciousness was withdrawn from the perspective of the Shadow Legion, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Is the Battle of New York about to begin?"

He muttered to himself, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this great battle would be a major turning point in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and a golden opportunity for him to gain more power.

But he did not rush into action; instead, he waited quietly.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow him to reap the greatest benefits.

"This is a classic scene!"

Lin Feng silently recited the words in his heart, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He believed that as long as he seized the opportunity, he would surely reap unimaginable rewards in this great battle.

He intends to use this chaos to propel his power to even greater heights.

Lin Feng took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions and began to silently gather his strength.

He knew that the real challenge had just begun.

And he was already prepared.

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S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Director's office.

Nick Fury's face was ashen, and a cold light flashed in his deep, single eye.

He had just received a message that sent chills down his spine:

The secret base used by S.H.I.E.L.D. to research the Space Cube has been attacked.

"All those involved in the research and defense... perished."

Coulson's voice was low and subdued over the communicator.

Every word felt like a boulder crashing down on Nick Fury's heart.

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Where are Professor Eric and Hawkeye?"

Nick Fury's voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

He forced himself to calm down; now was not the time to panic.

"They... have disappeared. The Space Cube... has also been stolen."

Coulson's voice was filled with self-blame and helplessness.

Nick Fury's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

"I need to retrieve the surveillance footage from the scene. I want to know... exactly what happened."

His voice was deep and authoritative, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Yes, sir."

Coulson responded immediately.

Soon, the surveillance footage was retrieved and projected onto the office's large screen.

In the footage, the experimental area of ​​the secret base is in a mess, with all kinds of instruments and equipment destroyed, and the bodies of researchers and guards lying haphazardly on the ground.

The ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"This...this is simply a massacre..."

A flicker of pain crossed Nick Fury's eyes. These were all elites of S.H.I.E.L.D., yet they had all perished overnight.

He suppressed his grief and continued watching the surveillance footage.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar figure appeared in the scene.

He wore dark green and gold armor, a two-horned helmet, and held a scepter that shone with a ghostly blue light.

.....

88: Space Cube! Portal!

"It's him...!"

A look of shock flashed across Nick Fury's eyes; he recognized the man—Loki.

That evil god from Asgard.

In the scene, Loki uses his scepter to control Professor Erik and Hawkeye.

They even made them destroy the entire base with their own hands.

In the end, he took the Space Cube with him.

"asshole…!"

Nick Fury slammed his fist on the table, and the hard surface dented instantly.

He never expected that Loki would appear on Earth and steal the Tesseract.

This cosmic treasure contains terrifying energy; if it falls into evil hands, the consequences will be unimaginable.

“Coulson, contact the big boss and Dr. Green immediately and tell them… the situation is urgent, we need their help.”

Nick Fury's voice was filled with anxiety and urgency.

He knew that with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current strength, they were no match for Loki.

Only with the wisdom and strength of the Big Boss and Dr. Green can we possibly reclaim the Space Cube.

"Understood, sir."

Coulson responded immediately.

A few minutes later, the big boss and Dr. Green rushed to the director's office.

Nick Fury showed them the surveillance footage and explained the situation in detail.

"The Space Cube... has fallen into Loki's hands?"

The leader stared at the surveillance footage, his brow furrowed and his expression grave.

"This is... a huge problem..."

Dr. Green's voice was low and tinged with worry.

He knew the power of the Space Cube; if Loki were to use it, it would bring devastating disaster to Earth.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time to talk about these things."

Nick Fury's voice was full of determination and resolve.

"We must find Loki as soon as possible and retrieve the Space Cube."

“Director Fury, I can develop a special device that can locate the position of a space cube by detecting the gamma fluctuations it emits.”

After a moment of contemplation, the leader offered his suggestion.

“I…I can help…”

Dr. Green's voice was hesitant, but he nodded firmly nonetheless.

He knew that the Hulk within him possessed immense power, perhaps enough to fight Loki.

"Very well, you two, thank you."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Nick Fury's eyes.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will provide all necessary resources and assistance. Please...make sure...recover the Space Cube."

His voice was full of gratitude and trust.

"I will try my best!"

The leader remained calm, but a cunning glint shone in his eyes.

He knew perfectly well that everything was under his master's control!

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Loki led Professor Erik, Hawkeye, and the others into hiding.

Inside the dilapidated base, dust filled the air, and a musty smell permeated the atmosphere.

Loki casually tossed the Tesseract onto a cobweb-covered table with a dull thud.

"So, you mean this little blue cube isn't enough to send my army?"

Loki raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Professor Eric wiped the sweat from his brow. Knowing that this self-proclaimed god was capricious, he quickly explained:

"In theory, the energy contained in the Cosmic Cube is enough to open the portal, but... we need a stable 'framework' to guide the energy, otherwise the spatial channel will collapse instantly, and we also need... a huge amount of energy."

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Loki suddenly swung his hand, sweeping the instruments on the table to the ground, where they shattered into pieces.

"I give you strength, not so you can tell me 'no'!"

Hawkeye, who had been standing silently to the side, precisely caught the hint of impatience in Loki's words and spoke at the opportune moment:

"I know S.H.I.E.L.D. has several secret bases where we might find the materials we need, such as iridium. As for energy..."

He paused, glancing away.

"Stark Industries' Arc Reactor is the most powerful energy source known to date."

Professor Eric nodded in agreement, and then added:

"However, there is a rare metal used to stabilize space structures, which is currently only in the possession of a collector in Germany, and it will probably not be easy to obtain it."

Loki snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"What can mere mortals do to me? You just need to prepare the teleportation portal, and leave the rest to me."

After saying that, Loki's figure vanished into thin air, leaving only faint magical fluctuations.

...

As night falls, a Gothic manor stands quietly on the outskirts of Stuttgart, Germany.

Outside the manor, ancient trees reach for the sky, their branches intertwined, like countless ghostly hands reaching towards the heavens, a dark and eerie sight.

"call……"

A gust of wind swept by, scattering fallen leaves and making a rustling sound, adding to the eeriness of the scene.

Loki's figure appeared silently outside the manor.

He looked up and a glint of green light flashed in his pupils.

Inside the manor, the lights were on, and figures could be vaguely seen.

But none of this could block Loki's gaze.

He “saw” that deep within the manor, in a sealed basement, were the things he wanted.

"Hmph, mortals."

Loki's lips curled into a disdainful sneer.

In his eyes, these so-called defenses were utterly useless.

He walked slowly toward the manor, each step feeling like a steady, powerful tread on a person's heartbeat.

The manor's iron gates were tightly closed, adorned with intricate carvings and an ancient family crest.

Loki walked to the door and flicked his finger lightly.