On the screen, the blue woman thought for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing an indifferent smile. She took out a USB flash drive from her pocket and handed it to the drone, her voice revealing confidence and calmness:

"This thing can help Ultron fill the loopholes in the system and ensure that the Avengers' superheroes can't find a chance to counterattack."

The drone took the USB flash drive, and its body trembled slightly, as if it was scanning it. Ultron's voice appeared on the screen: "Your contribution will add a lot to our plans. Tell me what you want, and please introduce yourself. ”

The blue woman nodded slightly, her gaze calm and sharp. She began to introduce herself: "My name is Proxima Centauri in the night, and I am an executor from a parallel universe. ”

"I want to make sure that Ultron's plan is carried out smoothly, destroying humanity and ushering in a new era. I am Thanos' faithful messenger and will fight for his glory. ”

Ultron dipped twice, with a mechanical rhythm in his voice: "Proxima Centauri in the night, your loyalty satisfies me." Your task is crucial, and I look forward to you accomplishing more for me. Now we begin to execute the plan, the drone, to upload her data to the core system. ”

The drone's body emits a faint glow and begins to transmit data from Proxima Centauri to Ultron's core systems. The screen shows the progress of the transmission, and Proxima Centauri stands in the alley, staring deeply ahead.

The alleys were even darker, with only a faint dim light shining through the narrow alleys on the ground, barely illuminating a shadow. Proxima Centauri stood in the depths of the alley, her figure looming in the faint light, exuding an atmosphere of mystery and majesty.

The graffiti on the wall looks even more mottled in the dim light, a witness to the years. The buildings are tall, and the shadows wander between each building, creating an air of oldness and solemnity. The breeze blows, bringing with it a distant noise, making the alley even more desolate and lonely.

The drone is suspended in the air, and the body emits a faint electromagnetic vibration, which contrasts sharply with the silence in the alley. Its silver fuselage shimmered in the dimness, its wings spread like a metal eagle waiting silently. Light emanates from the mech, weakening the shadows of the alley and making the surroundings clearer.

The screen shows a progress bar for the transmission, and every second is tense and long. The drone is focused on its mission, while Proxima Centauri stands still, staring deeply into the distance. Her expression remained calm, unwavering about Ultron's plans.

The silence in the alley is broken by the faint sound of electromagnetic waves and the hissing of machinery during transmission, which is particularly noticeable in the gloomy environment. After the drone completes the data transmission, it stays in the air for a moment, then emits a slight humming sound and begins to fly away from the alley and disappear into the night in the distance.

The alley fell silent again, as if everything had just been a fleeting dream. Proxima Centauri still stood in place, her eyes following the drone's departure, thinking about the next mission and Ultron's plans.

As the drone flies away from the alley, Proxima Centauri's gaze follows it until it completely melts into the night.

Proxima Centauri raised his wrist and whispered, "Great Thanos, I have delivered your will, the avengers of this universe should no longer be able to resist, and no one will be able to defeat Ultron after the loophole is patched." ”

A three-dimensional projection suddenly appeared on her wrist, and in the projection was a tall, purple-skinned man, none other than Thanos. His eyes were deep, with a hint of unknowable indifference, as he looked at Proxima Centauri in the dark.

Thanos didn't speak, just nodded with a sneer, his presence seemed to be an impassable mountain, exuding an inviolable majesty. In the projection, Thanos seems to be satisfied with Ultron's plan and Proxima Centauri's contribution, but his silence contains more unknown and far-reaching schemes.

There was a kind of piety and awe in Proxima Centauri's eyes, and she had reached some kind of tacit understanding with the ruler of the universe at this moment. She lowered her head and said to Thanos in the projection, "I will serve you until a new order is ushered in in this universe." ”

Thanos in the projection was still staring indifferently, having seen everything, his presence standing like a grim statue in the void. There is a palpitating cosmic force throughout the scene, which seems to suggest that an inevitable upheaval is coming.

"Smack~"

The sound echoed through the lab, like an invisible shockwave that spread throughout the space. White Night and Pym stared at the surveillance screen, but the scene stopped abruptly after this soft sound. The video displayed on the screen ends here, and it automatically returns to the moment when the blue woman handed over the USB flash drive.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, and there was a sense of depression and unease in the silence. Pym stared at the still picture for a long time, his face gloomy.

Suddenly, Pym let out a roar and slammed his fist into the table. The table vibrated violently under his rage, responding to his emotions. Documents and instruments shook on the table, and the entire lab shook.

"Damn it!" Pym gritted his teeth and growled, his eyes glinting with anger. The muscles in his wrists tightened, and it was clear that he had lost some of his mind in the midst of extreme rage.

White Night looked at Pym intently, he could feel the angry energy in the laboratory, and for a moment he didn't know how to appease the out-of-control scientist.

Everything in the lab trembled at the roar, time condensed in the anger of this moment.

Pym stood in the lab furious, his chest heaving rapidly, trying to breathe out all the rage. His eyes flashed with deep anger, and his knuckles turned white with exertion.

"Damn it! Unbelievable! Pym gasped, his voice hoarse and low, eager to pour the anger out of his body. His fists were still clenched together, his knuckles embedded in his palms, revealing the excitement and displeasure in his heart.

"It's all dead, it's because of this stupidity!" He cursed in a rage, as if the irretrievable fact was unacceptable to him. The atmosphere in the lab has become extremely tense, and there is a risk of erupting into more intense emotions at any moment.

Pym turned and walked towards the workbench, his palm slamming heavily on it with a dull sound. The instruments on the workbench shook slightly, responding to Pym's roar.

"The Avengers. It turned out to be because of this. Perish for such absurd reasons! ”

(End of chapter)