Chapter 96

"Tell me the answer to the problem!"

"According to the calculations and records, when your gravity control device is amplified to a certain level, it can forcibly attract these unstable light particles. However, this situation could cause unpredictable damage to your body, and I do not recommend using this method."

"This is not the time to talk about that, Medusa. Where can I gather these solar winds together?" Zhou Yi looked at the countless golden lights gathering above his head and asked urgently. The magnetic field had already been breached by Magneto, and although the residual magnetism and Earth's gravity were temporarily preventing the solar wind from rushing in through the gap, this would not last long.

Once all the impurities in the middle were burned away by the solar wind, they would surge in at the speed of light through the geomagnetic gap. Even a single beam of solar wind could turn a vast area into a molten wasteland, with strong radiation lingering for over a century.

Therefore, it was necessary to stop this before it erupted, which was why Zhou Yi was so anxious. Time was on Magneto's side, and the longer he stood, the more likely his plan would succeed.

"Acquiring satellite control can help you calibrate the location of the magnetic field crack. Do you authorize the use of force to seize control of the outer space orbit satellites?"

"Authorized, seize control immediately! From now on, as long as you can complete the positioning task, you automatically have my full authorization." Zhou Yi gave Medusa a great deal of power and then flew towards outer space at full speed.

At his speed, it would take a few minutes to reach outer space, but for the solar wind, it was just a fraction of a second. The gap was too large, and he could not 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 blocking Zhou Yi; he wanted to see just how far this hero, celebrated by humans, could go. Whether he would be destroyed by his power or if there was any hope. Already in an invincible position, he had the right to ponder these useless things.

As Zhou Yi's figure plunged straight into a pitch-black darkness, several satellite control systems in outer space had already been infiltrated by Medusa. Although her methods were swift and violent, they were highly effective.

The private and corporate satellites were the first to be controlled, and the military satellites began to fall one by one. In the end, only a few satellites remained.

"Sir, our satellites are under attack by an unknown system. It is trying to seize control." On the air carrier of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division (S.H.I.E.L.D.), a group of technicians quickly reported to their leader.

Behind them, the one-eyed Director Nick Fury stared intently at the screen in front of him, where Zhou Yi's figure had just broken through the atmosphere.

The events in Paris were known to S.H.I.E.L.D. almost immediately, but they had no time to take any action. Everything was too sudden.

The battle between Magneto and the Dawn Knight lasted only an hour, and Paris was about to face a second devastating blow. This terrifying event made Nick Fury feel as if he were living in a movie, and he was playing the role of an incompetent government official.

This absurd thought made him angry, but he was also very helpless. All he could do now was use the satellites to monitor the situation in Paris and think about how to deal with the aftermath. The battle between two superpowered individuals had exceeded the limits of his department, and none of his subordinates had the ability to stop the fight or resolve the main target.

So he could only stay in this place, watching the Dawn Knight struggle with all his might to block Magneto's attack. Of course, he was not alone. Commanders Hill and Agent Coulson were always by his side. This was a very urgent situation, and they had to be present to handle any emergencies.

"Do you think this is the work of the Dawn Knight or Magneto? Or a group of opportunists?" Nick Fury remained very calm, even in the face of Paris's impending destruction. He was a man of sufficient calm, calm to the point of being cold. This was why he could become the director.

"Sir, I think it's the Dawn Knight's action. He has an AI system similar to Stark's, and only he has the motive to do this." Coulson accurately judged the answer, but this answer made Nick Fury even more puzzled.

"What is he trying to do? Why is he hacking into satellites at this time? Does he really have a way to deal with this destructive solar storm?"

"Sir, I don't think this is the time to investigate his motives. We should provide him with some assistance. He is the only hope to stop this disaster, and we must help him." Commander Hill spoke, and although her expression was as cold as ice, a closer look revealed a flush on her face, indicating that her emotions were far from calm.

In fact, not only was her heart not calm, but most of the on-duty personnel present were also struggling to control their emotions. The overwhelming power displayed by Magneto and the Dawn Knight's fierce resistance gave these people a sense of being in a mythic epic. They were both in awe and admiration, both regretful and sympathetic. These complex emotions made their hearts unable to calm down.

"Where are our support forces?" Nick Fury asked somewhat stiffly. He understood these people's thoughts, but he had to think about it.

"Our air fleet is still over the Pacific Ocean and is estimated to reach the target area in about half an hour. The special support team will arrive at the target area in ten minutes, but their capabilities seem insufficient to handle this situation." Commander Hill looked at the 3D image on her hand and answered quickly. A person like her would never let a little bit of emotion affect her work, which was what Nick Fury appreciated most about her.

"Let them stand by and allow them to act on their own when the time is right. How did the Paris military respond to us?"

"The Paris authorities disagree with sending troops to attack the Eiffel Tower. They are now fully evacuating residents and seem to be preparing to temporarily abandon the city." Coulson, responsible for communications, also answered briefly, but his response made Nick Fury very dissatisfied.

"Those guys have their capital occupied by a mutant, and they have no plans? Evacuating residents, is Paris left with only the National Guard?"

"Sir, the highest officials in France believe that since they could temporarily retreat from Paris during World War II, why not now? A mutant, can he occupy a city forever?" Coulson's expression was a perfect imitation, clearly showing his dissatisfaction with the so-called highest officials.

Seeing Coulson's imitation, Nick Fury's face grew darker and darker. If it were night with the lights off, he might have become invisible. However, this was the core of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the regulations required the lights to be on 24/7, so this assumption was basically invalid.

"I finally understand why France fell to Nazi Germany so quickly during World War II. This naive idea is truly astonishing. If de Gaulle had surrendered to Hitler at the time, Germany might have fallen even faster, as it would have had two terrible allies."

This was a joke, but no one in the room laughed. They all knew that this was the director's cold sarcasm when he was most angry. Anyone who dared to speak up at this time might have to try out the type of bullets in the director's gun.

"Sir, what should we do now?" Coulson asked, and now only he and Commander Hill had the right to ask this.

Nick Fury closed his one eye and, after a moment, said, "Give the Dawn Knight the authorization, but retain the imaging function. I want to see what he is going to do."

At this time, in the suburbs of Paris, a very cool-looking aircraft slowly appeared in the sky. It was as if a blank sheet of paper had been drawn on, and it appeared in the air with layers of flashing electricity. Then it slowly landed vertically on the ground.

This was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Quinjet, a special and rare type of aircraft. The Quinjet is bat-shaped, with a wide, foldable wing on each side equipped with a turbo engine, allowing it to take off and land vertically or hover, and also providing balance control. The upper rear of the fuselage has two jet engines that provide the aircraft with super-strong power. Of course, as a special aircraft equipped for special operations, its stealth capability is its most successful feature. The ultra-quiet engine system, anti-detection coating, and optical camouflage make it an essential tool for infiltration operations.

It is worth noting that this aircraft was just equipped to S.H.I.E.L.D., and its maker was Tony Stark.

As the aircraft landed, two figures slowly walked out of the rear cabin. They were a striking young couple.

The man had a rare silver short hair, and his physique was very agile, with an outstanding face. His bright blue sporty tight-fitting outfit gave him the appearance of a sports star.

The woman was even more striking.

Her beauty was captivating, and just a glance could make one's heart skip a beat. Her chestnut-red wavy hair, like soft silk, draped over her shoulders, accentuating her perfect oval face, adding a touch of gentleness and elegance.

Of course, her features were also very beautiful. However, what was most captivating were her eyes, which seemed to have a rosy glow, making it almost impossible to look directly at her. Once you looked into her eyes, your soul would be drawn in.

Unlike the man in blue, she was wearing a simple red leather jacket, but the bright red on her gave her an unusual beauty. It was both a bewitching allure and an indescribable charm, as if she was naturally suited to this color.

The woman looked at the Eiffel Tower, which was flashing with lightning in the darkness, and spoke in a soft, pleasant voice.

"True to his style, what should I say? Pete!"

"You should say, 'No wonder he's our father.' Wanda!" The man smiled in response. "We're here to clean up their mess, aren't we!"