"Tell me the answer to the question!"
"According to calculations and records, when your gravity control device is amplified to a certain extent, you can forcibly attract these unstable light particles, but this situation will cause unpredictable damage to your body. I do not recommend you use this method."
"Now is not the time for that, Medusa. Where can I gather these solar winds?" Staring at the countless golden lights converging above his head, Zhou Yi asked anxiously. The magnetic field had already been breached by Magneto, and although the residual magnetism and the Earth's own gravitational expulsion temporarily prevented the solar wind from completely pouring in through this gap, it wouldn't last long.
Once all the Impurities in the middle were incinerated by the solar wind, they could rush in at light speed through that geomagnetic gap. Even if only one beam of solar wind shone down, it could turn a large area of land into a molten wasteland, and the strong radiation could linger for a hundred years.
So it must be stopped before all this erupts, which is why Zhou Yi was so anxious. Time was on Magneto's side; the longer he stood, the more likely Magneto's plan was to succeed.
"Accessing satellite control can help you calibrate the magnetic field rift's location. Do you authorize taking control of outer space orbital satellites by force?"
"Authorized, seize it immediately! From now on, as long as you can complete the positioning task, you automatically have all my authorization." Zhou Yi directly granted Medusa immense power, then went full throttle, flying towards outer space.
At his speed, it would still take a few minutes to reach outer space, but for the solar wind, it was less than a second. The difference was too great; he couldn't leisurely wait on the ground for Medusa's positioning. He had to reach outer space before the positioning was complete.
Magneto had no intention of stopping Zhou Yi. He also wanted to see how far this hero, praised by humans, could go. Would he be destroyed by his power, or would there be a turning point? Standing in an invincible position, he was fully qualified to ponder these useless things.
And as Zhou Yi's figure plunged straight into a dark gate, in outer space, the control Systems of several satellites had already been infiltrated by Medusa. Although her infiltration methods were swift and violent, they were exceptionally effective.
Private and corporate satellites were the quickest to be controlled, and Military satellites also began to fall one by one. Finally, only a few satellites remained.
"Officer, our satellites are under attack by an unknown System. It's seizing our control." On the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division's Helicarrier, a group of technical personnel quickly reported the situation to their leader behind them.
Behind them, the Director, Nick Fury, dressed like a gangster, stared intently at the screen in front of him, which showed Zhou Yi's figure just breaking through the atmosphere.
What happened in Paris was learned by the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division at the first possible moment, but they had no time to take any action.
Because everything was too rushed.
The battle between Magneto and Dawn Knight lasted only an hour, and the entire Paris was about to suffer a second devastating blow. This terrifying situation made Nick Fury even feel as if he was living in a movie, playing the role of an incompetent Government Official.
This ridiculous thought made him angry, but he was very helpless. All he could do now was use satellites to monitor the situation in Paris and think about how to deal with the aftermath. The battle between the two super-powered individuals had exceeded the limits of his department's ability to cope. None of his subordinates had the ability to stop or resolve the main objective of this battle.
So he could only stay in this place, watching Dawn Knight try his best to block Magneto's offensive. Of course, he was not alone. Two Deputies always stood by his side: Commander Hill and Agent Coulson. This was a very urgent situation, and they had to be present to deal with any emergencies.
"Who do you think is behind this? Is it Dawn Knight, or Magneto? Or a bunch of opportunistic guys?" Nick Fury remained very calm. Even with Paris facing the crisis of destruction, it did not move him in the slightest. He was a calm, even ruthless, guy. This was also why he became Director.
"Officer, I think it should be Dawn Knight's action. He has an intelligent System of the same model as Stark, and only this guy has the motive to do such a thing." Coulson accurately judged the answer. But this answer made Nick Fury even more puzzled.
"What exactly does he want to do, hacking other people's satellites at this time? Does he really have a way to deal with this devastating solar storm?"
"Officer, I don't think this is the time to investigate his motives. It's time to provide him with some help. He is the only hope to stop this disaster now; we must assist him." It was Commander Hill who spoke. Although her expression was still like an iceberg, a closer look would reveal an abnormal blush on her face, meaning her mood was far from as calm as it appeared.
In fact, it wasn't just her inner self that was restless; most of the on-duty personnel present were also struggling to control their emotions. The immense power displayed by Magneto and the desperate struggle of Dawn Knight made these people feel as if they were in a mythological epic. They were both fearful and admiring, both regretful and sympathetic. These complex emotions made it impossible for them to calm down.
"Where are our support troops?" Nick Fury asked somewhat stiffly. He understood what these people were thinking, but he had to consider it further.
"Our air fleet is currently over the Pacific Ocean and is estimated to reach the target area in half an hour. The special support team will arrive in ten minutes, but their capabilities don't seem to be able to handle this situation." Commander Hill quickly replied, looking at the holographic image record in her hand. People like her would never let a bit of sentimentality affect their normal work, which was what Nick Fury admired most about her.
"Have them stand by and allow them to act independently when the time is right. What did the Paris Military reply to us?"
"Paris has not agreed to send troops to attack the Eiffel Tower. They are currently evacuating residents with full effort, seemingly preparing to temporarily abandon the urban area." Coulson, responsible for this liaison, also briefly replied, but his answer left Nick Fury very dissatisfied.
"Those guys had their capital occupied by a Mutant, and they don't have any thoughts? Evacuate residents, is Paris only left with the National Guards?"
"Officer, the highest Official from France means that since they could temporarily retreat from Paris during World War II, why not now? It's just a Mutant; can he really occupy a city forever?" Coulson's expression was remarkably lifelike, clearly showing his considerable resentment towards the so-called highest Official.
Seeing Coulson's imitation, Nick Fury's face grew darker and darker. If it were night and the lights were off, he might actually become an Invisiblian. However, this was the core of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, and 24-hour lighting was a matter of regulation. So this assumption was basically invalid.
"I finally understand why France fell to Nazi Germany so quickly during World War II. This naive thinking is truly astonishing. If de Gaulle had surrendered to Hitler then, perhaps Germany's defeat would have been even faster, because it would have had two terrible teammates."
This was a joke, but no one present laughed. Because they all knew that this was the Director's sarcastic remark when he was most angry. If anyone dared to speak up at this moment, they might have to try what type of bullet My Lord Director's sidearm used.
"Officer, what do we do now?" It was Coulson who asked, and now only he and Commander Hill were qualified to ask this.
Nick Fury closed his One-Eyed Dragon, and after a moment, he said, "Give Dawn Knight the authority, and also retain the imaging function. I want to see what he's going to do."
Meanwhile, near the outskirts of Paris, an incredibly cool-looking aircraft slowly revealed itself from the sky. Like a blank piece of paper being drawn upon, it appeared in mid-air with layers of flashing electric light, then slowly descended vertically to the ground.
This was the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division's quinjet, an expensive and rare special model of fighter jet. The quinjet was bat-shaped overall, with a turbofan engine on each of its wide, foldable wings, allowing for vertical takeoff or hovering, and also serving to control balance. There were two jet engines on the upper rear of the fuselage, providing super powerful propulsion for the jet. Of course, as a special aircraft equipped for special operations, its stealth capability was its most successful feature. The ultra-quiet engine System, anti-detection coating, and optical camouflage stealth made it an indispensable asset for infiltration operations.
And it needs to be specifically stated that this type of fighter jet had just been equipped to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, and its creator was Tony Stark.
As the fighter jet landed, two figures slowly emerged from the rear cabin. They were a remarkably striking young man and woman.
The man had unusually short silver hair. His physique looked very agile, and his face was exceptionally handsome. His eye-catching blue athletic compression-style clothing gave him the demeanor of a sports star.
And the woman was even more striking than the man.
Her beauty was exquisite; even a fleeting glance held a captivating charm. Her reddish-brown wavy long hair cascaded over her shoulders like soft silk, framing her perfect oval face and adding a touch of softness and elegance.
Of course, her facial features were also extremely beautiful. But what was most captivating were her eyes; they always seemed to hold a reddish glow, making it almost impossible to look directly at her, because once you met her gaze, even your Soul would be drawn in.
Unlike the man who wore blue, she simply wore an ordinary red leather jacket, but the vibrant red on her gave her a unique aesthetic. It was both a demonic allure and an indescribable temptation. It seemed as though she was born to be paired with this color.
The woman looked at the Eiffel Tower, which was dark and flickering with lightning, and a soft, melodious voice escaped her lips.
"That's just like him, isn't it? What should I say? Pietro!"
"You should say, he truly lives up to being our father, Wanda!" The man smiled in response. "Aren't we just here to clean up their mess!"