In New Mexico, the city of Old Bridge, located near the desert, ushered in a new celebration today.
All the men or strong women living nearby rushed to the desert fifty miles to the west, where there was a large pit that might have been caused by a meteorite or a satellite from the sky. A silver hammer stood upright in the pit.
The new celebration activity revolves around this hammer, and the rules are very simple. Whoever can pull out the hammer can take it home and maybe sell it for a good price.
But unfortunately, this hard-earned celebration only lasted about half a day before it had to come to a temporary end because some guys claiming to be federal agents took over the place, drove everyone away under the pretext of radiation, and established a temporary base centered on the crater.
Coulson, who had never waited for his vacation, was the director of this temporary base. A large number of scientific research equipment and researchers were urgently transferred to investigate this magical hammer, but there was no progress until late at night, and it started raining.
"How is it? Is there anything valuable in here?"
Coulson asked, pointing at the equipment and materials he had snatched from a girl during the day... no, borrowed.
"Most of them are very ordinary meteorological data, and some outdated pop songs, about thirty of them... But we still found some strange images," said a researcher.
"I hope by 'weird' you don't mean some adult-only downloadable stuff."
Coulson walked over and the researcher immediately clicked play.
That was a video taken of the 'Aurora' that appeared last night. Apparently the person who filmed it was in a fast-moving car, so the picture was very bumpy and nothing could be seen clearly.
But after the video was finished and the content captured frame by frame using infrared photography was presented in the form of pictures, Coulson suddenly raised his eyebrows and revealed an expression of surprise.
"This... looks like a person?" he asked uncertainly.
"It could be something else. With the energy we detected yesterday, any life would be torn apart within 0.00001 seconds. Maybe it's just a strangely shaped meteorite."
"Well, check everything again and remember to make a backup."
Just after Coulson finished giving his instructions again, the communicator suddenly rang!
"Report to the commander, there is an intruder, and he has now passed the outermost defense. Please give instructions."
"Describe the intruder's situation."
"Male, about 30 years old, strong, proficient in fighting skills, suspected to have received professional training, has defeated ten agents with bare hands. No weapons were found on the intruder for the time being. The other party's target should be the hammer in the temporary base..."
After listening to the report, Coulson was stunned for a moment. "Report the number of intruders?"
"only one person!"
A man dared to break in alone without any weapons. Was he underestimating them or was he simply stupid
Coulson suddenly felt that this matter was a little strange, and for some reason, the picture he had just seen always made him very concerned.
So he immediately issued an order: "Ground forces are on standby for the time being, and all garrison personnel are not allowed to use any lethal weapons."
Then he thought for a moment and said to the communicator again: "Barton, are you still outside? Did you see the intruder?"
"The intruder is within range, but Coulson, you'd better come out and see for yourself. This guy is definitely not an ordinary person."
Ignoring the rain, Hawkeye Patton, who occupied the commanding heights outside, aimed his special bow and arrow at the intruder who was about to break through all the security personnel and reach the pit below.
Seeing those well-trained agents being beaten to a pulp by one man, even he had to look up to them.
"I'll give you orders later."
Coulson, who didn't think the invader could cause any trouble, ran over immediately and watched the invader knock down one SHIELD agent after another. Then he walked step by step into the pit and stood in front of the hammer very excitedly.
"Last chance, sir." Patton pulled the compound bow in his hand and said calmly.
"Wait, I want to see what this guy wants to do?"
A lot of rain poured down, and no matter whether it was the invader, Coulson standing above, or Barton who was outside ready to attack, they were all soaked, but no one cared about it at the moment.
As Coulson looked on expectantly, the intruder grabbed the hammer and pulled it hard!
Hmm? Didn't move
The intruder seemed very surprised. This time he used both hands and exerted all his strength, but the hammer remained motionless and remained in place.
Coulson's expectant look gradually turned into disappointment, and the invader fell to his knees powerlessly after roaring to the sky. His distraught look was heartbreaking.
"Okay, that's the end of the show, ground forces move!"
Coulson sighed and immediately gave the order. The ground troops who had been on standby immediately captured the invaders. After seeing this, Patton silently put away his weapon and turned away.
A few minutes later, the extremely embarrassed intruder was tied to a chair and Coulson began his routine questioning.
"You know, you alone made my people, the most professionally trained agents in the world, look like a bunch of supermarket security guards earning minimum wage. This is very hurtful."
"Now tell me, who are you? Where are you from? Who hired you?"
In response to Coulson's questioning, the intruder didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't hear anything.
Just then, an agent walked in and said, "Sir, someone's here."
. . . . . . . . . .
"His name is Donald Blake?"
"Dr. Donald Blake." Dr. Selvig emphasized stiffly as he tried to fish the intruder out.
Coulson turned his head and glanced at the computer beside him that issued a warning, which showed "Information Falsification" in red font.
This made him speechless. What on earth were these people doing? Did they think that this little trick could save people
But maybe we can just go with the flow
But for some reason, his intuition told him that there was some connection between the powerful invader and the strange picture.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Selvig, your friend attacked a national agent and tried to steal national secrets, so we can't give him freedom for the time being. We need to wait until the results of our investigation come out before we can decide whether to release him or put him in prison directly."