At the top of the Stark Tower, the Avengers surrounded the weak, poor, and helpless Prince Loki.

This time, he didn't get a drink, but judging from his cooperation and Sol's face, everyone didn't embarrass him too much after he succumbed.

"Okay, now we're going down the elevator."

Tony shrugged:

"That mage, there are indeed two times, much better than this one here."

Loki: "??"

"Then who does this scepter belong to?"

Natasha is still holding the scepter of the mind. Speaking of which, this thing is big and heavy. There are so many men who have not come to help her hold it...

"Special forces are coming to take it away."

"Cosmic Rubik's Cube?"

"Well...I need to find a box to put it in."

Tony took off his battle armor, and Mark VII went from being born to facing elimination, but in just a few hours, he experienced a tragic war that no other armor combined had experienced.

If it weren't for the blessing of the Ulu Metal Armor, it would have been scrapped by now.

"Hey Tony, are there any spare clothes?"

Seeing that there is no need to continue fighting, Hulk has changed back to Banner, he subconsciously touched the shorts that changed into the Furious Battle Skirt, and shuddered:

"a little cold."

"Uh...of course, next time we should consider taking care of your shirt as well."

Tony looked back and pursed his lips:

"By the way, Bruce, you're so **** right now."

Banner: "...I think I need a drink to warm up."

"Aha, there are a lot of good wines here."

Barton shook the wine bottle found on the bar that had not been completely destroyed:

"Dr. Banner, I don't think Stark would mind."

The elevator door opened, and Agent Heatwell and S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Forces Captain Rumlow brought people over.

"Give us this scepter."

Agent Heatwell walked towards Natasha and took the psychic scepter from the other party.

"Be careful, unless you want to be wiped out of your mind."

"We must be careful."

Rumlow put the box in his hand on the table, Hitwell put the scepter in, and Oakes came to him.

"What are you going to do with this thing, Agent Heatwell?"

Oaks smiled and patted the backbone of the Hydra:

"This thing is technically a dangerous weapon, and we don't want it to be where it shouldn't be."

"Of course, certainly not, advisor... Mr. Oakes."

Hitwell was beaten by Oaks, and his heartbeat slowed for half a beat, but he immediately reacted and smiled:

"Mr. Minister will definitely place it properly, and its secret level will definitely be very high, so we have a chance to see it now.

The recycling of the last Destroyer was actually the same process. "

He quietly closed the box with the scepter, pushed it to Rumlow, whose arm muscles were still stiff, and nodded:

"Then we'll go first—

Ah yes Mr Oakes, Coulson has woken up and the operation was very successful. "

Heatwell even bowed slightly to Oaks:

"We are very good partners and friends, and if it wasn't for your help, we would have lost him."

"That's great."

Oaks nodded slightly, and the other Avengers were relieved and finally relieved.

"That's right, Agent Heatwell."

Heatwell and Rumlow were about to leave, when they heard the words, their footsteps froze:

"Mr. Oakes?"

"I have already made Mauernier's figure last time. Your suggestion has really saved me a lot of detours."

Oaks reached out and patted his shoulder again, making him almost cry:

"Ah...it's great to be able to help you."

"so……"

Oaks raised his eyebrows:

"I'm also very interested in the figurine of this scepter. It just so happens that you are in charge. Can I trouble you with the data?"

"...No problem, leave it to me."

The cold sweat on Hitwell's bald head was about to break down, and he didn't want to stay in this room full of avengers for a moment:

"Mr. Minister is still waiting for our report..."

"Ah, I wasted your time, sorry, you go first, we have to clean up."

Oaks finally let go, Hitwell and Rumlow secretly relieved, and greeted people to get on the elevator together.

"Is he all right?"

In the elevator, Rumlow suddenly spoke, and Heatwell took a breath:

"It shouldn't be a problem, consultant Oaks... former consultant, very interested in these strange figures.

Last time we were in New Mexico, we had a long chat about this, and he even studied metal smelting and cutting himself. "

"That's good."

...

Steve watched Heatwell and the others leave, found Oaks, and sighed:

"I saw the vice president in the battle just now, they helped a lot, and the trees we planted before."

"It's good to help. It was originally their public welfare renovation of Central Park today, which just came in handy."

Oakes shrugged:

"And now is the beginning. Search and rescue work is no easier than battlefield rescue."

"I'll go down and coordinate search and rescue now."

Steve nodded, grabbed his shield and planned to leave.

"I'll go down and coordinate search and rescue now."

Loki, whose hands were tied again, turned into Steve and complained to Sol:

"Seriously, how can you not vomit?"

"Shut up you!"

Thor slapped the Asgard special "mask" on Loki's mouth, and this time he was really speechless.

"Wait, Steve."

Oakes stopped Steve, who was going to leave first, ignoring Loki's complaints, and looked at Sol again:

"Seriously, if you're planning to go back to Asgard, I suggest you skip lunch."

"Hey! I just said I wanted to go for a kebab?"

Tony had already found a box and put the universe cube into the box. He heard the words and complained:

"And wouldn't our alien friends say we wouldn't entertain guests?"

"Ox, what did you think of?"

Natasha frowned, looked at Barton, who put down the bottle, and looked at the elevator subconsciously:

"You mean, there will be an accident?"

Oaks walked in front of Loki~lightnovelpub.net~ The crowd had fallen silent, but he was a little stunned, but he was speechless now.

"As the initiator and leader of this war, Loki is a criminal of Asgard and a war criminal of Earth."

Oaks' words changed Sol's expression:

"Loki must return to Asgard to face Odin's trial!"

"Of course," Oakes patted Sol on the shoulder, "but everyone still remembers the nuclear bomb just now."

"You mean..."

"Some people won't pass up this opportunity, whether it's Loki," he glanced at Tony, "or the Cosmic Cube."

"So, in order not to give some people a chance to play on the topic, you'd better leave before you see others." chaptere

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