The red and gold Iron Man armor flew down from a high altitude and landed on the open space on top of the building.
The security door on the top floor opened automatically as he approached, and the steel armor on his body was automatically disassembled piece by piece, and was recovered into the building by a robotic arm.
SHIELD agents, including Deputy Director Maria Hill, have been waiting here for a long time.
"Tell me the latest situation." Stark asked while walking quickly.
"The signal is still coming," Hill said. "It has been two hours, and the signal from the depths of the universe has not been interrupted. There is no doubt that someone is trying to tell us something, and our experts are still doing their best.
Trying to crack it.”
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the command room.
Seeing the two people entering the door, an expert in a white coat ran up in a hurry.
"Sir!" he shouted, sweating profusely, "the signal has changed!"
"Calm down, what did the other party say?" Stark asked.
"I don't know yet," said the white coat, "but the previous readings have always been stable, which is a signal tending to a certain stable value. But now the data is starting to fluctuate!"
"What do you mean?" Stark asked.
Before anyone could explain to him, someone shouted again: "Someone is hacking into our system!"
Everyone in the entire command room felt as if they were facing an enemy. The technicians began to tap on the keyboard at high frequency, and Stark quickly came to a computer. The technician sitting in that position consciously made way for him.
But no one could stop the invasion. The Earth's programming technology could not even understand the enemy's path. The other party seemed to have released some kind of virus, quickly and efficiently infecting all their systems. However, the programming method of this virus
But it is completely different from everything on earth, and even if you want to, you can't deal with it.
In just a few seconds, the system of the Sanquyi Building was invaded.
The large floor-to-ceiling screen in the command room went dark, but came back on after a few seconds.
Although it was lit up, there was actually nothing on the screen. The fluorescent light was just flickering, accompanied by a noise like an electric current.
Someone spoke through the loudspeaker: "Hello everyone on Earth."
"Who is talking? Track his location." Stark said immediately.
"No need to waste your efforts, human, you can't track it... No, I should say before that, you can't do anything now." The voice smiled, "You can only listen patiently now.
But don't worry, I'm here to help...at least from your perspective."
Stark asked: "What help?"
"Bringing information, information that is very important to you." The voice said, "Have you ever heard of an existence called the 'Celestial God Group'?"
Most people are confused. This title is too high-end for most humans. But it is not that unfamiliar to Stark. He nodded: "I have heard about it. The gods who maintain order in the universe?"
"For a human who is a frog in a well, you know a lot." The voice smiled mockingly and said, "Yes, that's right, that's pretty much what it means.
I don't want to beat around the bush, and I'm sure you don't want to hear me talk at length here, so I'll keep it as simple as possible.
The gods are coming soon, to this earth. But believe me, what they bring this time is not flowers and candies, but a trial."
"Trial?" Stark asked, "Trial of what?"
"Humans, of course." The other party replied matter-of-factly, "Humans are the masters of the earth today and are intelligent creatures that rule this planet. The Celestials will consider the value of human beings from the perspective of human history, culture and other aspects."
"Oh, it's like a test." Stark understood, "What happens if we fail?"
"If you fail, Mr. Stark, it will be a bit unfortunate for you." The voice replied, "The Celestials will not allow worthless things to exist in their world. This universe is under their jurisdiction.
, and all species judged to be useless by them will be completely wiped out, and even the traces of the existence of civilization will be erased."
He said it as if nothing had happened, but everyone in the command room took a breath after hearing it.
"That sure sounds like an asshole," Stark said. "You mean something like this could happen to Earth? To humans?"
"You are the leader of mankind and the leader of mankind. Why don't you make your own judgment?" the voice said sarcastically.
Stark was silent.
Do humans have confidence in themselves?
To be honest, not much.
Human beings have called their own race "the earth's ills" more than once in fantasy works. Human beings have satirized their own mistakes in various forms, such as greed, desire, war, plunder...
If we look at the faults of this race, it seems that they are too numerous to count.
The darkness bred in the human heart is quite terrifying. As a man of light, Richard once mentioned this to the Avengers. Therefore, Stark does not have high expectations for whether humans can survive the test safely.
.
He raised his head and asked, "So what do you think we should do?"
"That's what you should decide, the leader of the earth." The voice laughed, "The gods are coming, you have to start thinking of ways quickly. As for me? I am just a messenger. Originally, you would be unprepared, and
Now I have given you twelve hours of breathing time. So if I were you... I would make good use of this time to prepare, even if it is just a meaningless struggle.
That's it. Okay, ladies and gentlemen, now I'll give you my time. Hurry up and use your brains to start thinking about countermeasures."
After saying that, the screen went black again.
Half a second later, all systems came back online and the lights came on again.
The system of the Tri-Curved Wing Building has returned to normal, without any records of being invaded. Everything just happened was like a dream that never happened.
But the command room was still eerily quiet.
After a while, Hill turned to Stark: "Director..."
All eyes were focused on Stark.
Stark's face looked a little ugly. But when he took over the responsibility of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had not expected a similar situation.
"Richard Lee, is he back?" Stark asked.
Hill shook his head: "No, Director. Our people have been paying attention to him, but there has been no reply since he left the earth."
"It happens to be at such a critical time." Stark gritted his teeth, "Then prepare to hold a meeting quickly. We don't have much time. We have to inform the heads of other countries of the news. Oh, and also, summon the Avengers. No matter what
If there is any conflict between us, the next thing will require all of us to work together."