New York, JFK Airport.

Laura, who returned to Earth through the portal, immediately reached out and grabbed someone who was about to fall.

"Whew... Thank you. ”

The thrill of passing by a 747 large airliner wrapped in waves made Danny break out in a cold sweat.

Laura was tired and didn't want to speak, and the two of them landed and walked straight into a hangar rented by the Crawford Group for a long time.

With the soul of the old man who had recovered a lot of strength teleported away, the matter of Typhon Star and Kunlun had come to an end for the time being.

Although she knew that there was an old clone on Typhon and the success rate of the rescue plan was very high, Laura was actually a little worried.

However, at that time, in order to restore the energy of Shou Lao, almost all the energy she finally recovered was squeezed out, and there was still a trace of it, but fortunately, Danny, who also had the power of the dragon, was on top at the critical moment.

Both of them are in a very poor state at this time, Laura is a picture of not waking up, Danny is even more miserable, according to Lei Gong:

"This kid looks like he's been squeezed dry, it's not okay for young people to go on like this, the old man will prescribe a prescription for you, and go back to make up for it yourself."

Since it was the middle of the night in New York, Laura, who had no sunlight to absorb and replenish, could only use the most primitive method --- eat.

With her order, all kinds of high-calorie food were delivered to the hangar lounge one by one.

Danny was actually hungry either, so the two of them in the lounge looked at the food on the table, looked at each other tacitly, and then began to bury their heads in cooking.

For half an hour, with only the sound of chewing and swallowing food in the room except for the TV show, Danny felt like he had eaten at least enough food for a week today, and then burped contentedly.

"Hiccup~ I really didn't expect you to be the eldest lady of the Crawford Group."

Laura fished out a braised pork knuckle and stuffed it into her mouth, and snorted twice in response.

Danny knew that she was draining her energy far more than she did, so she didn't bother anymore, pulling a few tissues from the table and wiping her hands with grease stains, trying to remember what she had just eaten.

"Burger, pizza, barbecued pork, burp~... What else? ”

Thinking about it, he was finally interrupted by his own incessant hiccups, and habitually wanted to reach out and scratch his head, but his nose smelled the mixed aroma coming from his hand and quickly stopped.

"There's an urgent message inserted below, there is a gang of gangsters in the Rand Building and law enforcement that has engaged in a fierce firefight, and now we cut the scene to the scene."

The TV flashed on the screen, and Danny couldn't help but stand up after seeing it.

I saw that the usually magnificent Rand Building had fallen into a sea of fire at this time, and gunshots and explosions were heard from time to time on the top floor.

Worried about the safety of his teammates, Danny couldn't sit still, so he casually took off a mechanic suit from the wall, opened the door and hurried away.

Laura didn't stop, swallowing the food in her mouth and reaching out to draw a virtual light curtain, ready to check the surveillance nearby.

"Huh? The signal is all cut off? ”

She didn't believe in evil and looked down one level at a time, but the nearest monitoring probe that could be accessed was five kilometers away from the scene, coupled with the miserable resolution, even if the image was enlarged by algorithm optimization, it was a large mosaic, and there were no useful clues at all.

Next, Laura hacked into the live broadcast signal of the TV station, the mobile phone computer with the camera function of the nearby melon eaters, etc., but unfortunately the effect is still not very ideal, the picture is either too far away or too pasty, there is a buddy who is still running while recording, and there is a ghost who can see it clearly.

"Huh? Colson? ”

In the end, it was the camera of a nearby bank ATM that made a big difference, capturing a man talking on the phone in the driver's seat of a black SUV.

At the scene, Coulson put down the phone in his hand and punched the steering wheel irritably, and the sudden sound of the horn startled the passing agents.

Twenty minutes ago, the ground command center lost contact with the special operations team, and ten minutes after that, the director's phone was also disconnected, which is why the good old man Coulson is so irritable.

"Buzz" "Jingle Bell"

The vibration of the mobile phone instantly cheered him up, and he quickly answered it without even looking at the caller number:

"Hello? Managing director! ”

"Coulson, I'm not your non-chief."

The good old agent was stunned for a moment, and then quickly moved his phone to his eyes and took a look.

"Hello? Feed? Colson? Are you listening? What's going on at the Rand Tower? ”

Coulson finally came to his senses, succinctly told her what information he had so far, and asked her to come and help.

Laura was in a much better state at this time than before, so she originally wanted to push it to Tony, but a phone call only contacted Jarvis, and Tony and Pepper traveled away.

Under the physical and mental pressure caused by the long-term high-intensity combat rush, Laura thought about refusing, but she finally agreed after smelling an unusual smell from this incident.

Five minutes later, after changing into the Best armor, she turned on her stealth and came to the scene, and rushed straight to the top floor of the blazing Rand Building.

After scanning around, then searching down three floors and finding nothing, Laura reconnected to Coulson's communication:

"Coulson, what are the specific layers of your previous firefight?"

"There are enemy snipers on the top 60th floor, and the three squads of the special operations team have lost contact on the 13th, 32nd, and 55th floors."

Hearing this, Laura simply took out five unmanned reconnaissance planes and cooperated to scan the entire building.

"There are three corpses on the thirteenth floor, four corpses on the thirty-third and thirty-second floors, two corpses on the fifty-fifth floor, and there are no living people else."

"How is that possible? Both the ground and the sky have been blocked by S.H.I.E.L.D., how could those guys disappear out of thin air? And the number of special combat teams is not the right number! ”

Coulson was completely dumbfounded, if it weren't for the fact that the Rand Building was burning like a torch at this time, he would have wanted to rush up and investigate.

Laura, who was also full of doubts, landed in a no-man's corner, and Coulson, who got the news, quickly rushed over, and the two then exchanged information about the current situation.

"Coulson, is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

Catching a glimpse of his small gesture of glancing at his phone from time to time, Laura asked very bluntly, and the good old man struggled for a while before finally deciding to explain:

"Yes, the communication from the director's side was also suddenly disconnected more than ten minutes ago, but I don't know which secret base he is in."