"Carol…"
Anton, seeing the golden, glowing woman descending from the sky and disrupting the scene, felt a vague sense of familiarity.
As he pondered her identity, Monica stunned murmur reached his ears, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief.
Captain Marvel!
Carol Danvers?!
How was this possible?
Judging by the situation, it was obvious that this woman was an ally of Tyler Hayward.
But if she was Captain Marvel, why was she siding with Tyler Hayward?
Skrulls!
Could it be that Captain Marvel had betrayed them?
Anton mind raced through countless thoughts, finally settling on the most plausible explanation based on the original comic lore.
"Who Carol?"
Tony furrowed his brows, staring at the glowing woman on the screen, clearly confused.
He had never heard of this woman before.
However.
From her appearance and display of power, it was evident that she wasn't just "strong"—she was overwhelmingly powerful.
Judging by Anton and Monica reactions, her identity was undoubtedly extraordinary.
"Who is she?"
Tony directed Jarvis to run a facial recognition scan. To his surprise, the system produced only a name and a profession, with all other information blank.
Carol Danvers
Ace Air Force Pilot
He turned to his companions.
"So, you two aren't going to explain, huh?"
"She an old… friend of Nick Fury," Anton replied, emphasizing the term "friend" enough for Tony to catch his drift.
"Oh?"
Tony smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Nick Fury old friend? That… unexpected."
This explanation suddenly made sense to him. It clarified why Jarvis couldn't find any detailed information on Carol Danvers.
"Her most notable identity, of course, isn't as Nick Fury 'old friend.' She a superhero…" Anton explained.
"You can call her Captain Marvel. If I'm not mistaken, that her alias."
"Captain Marvel…"
Tony repeated the name, falling into thought.
Meanwhile.
As Anton spoke with Tony, he summoned two Justice League heroes—Wonder Woman and Cyborg.
The two appeared within a 100-meter radius of Anton and immediately activated their teleportation devices.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, they vanished, arriving ahead of Anton and the others at Washington S.H.I.E.L.D. office—the location currently displayed on the screen.
Anton was well aware:
If Captain Marvel was truly an enemy, the Special Forces stood no chance against her.
Certain death awaited them.
A total massacre.
In such a critical moment, intervention from the Justice League was essential.
Although Anton wasn't particularly concerned about the fate of the Special Forces, he knew their mission was instrumental in resolving the Men in Black ongoing crisis.
If the entire Special Forces team were to be wiped out like this, facing them in the future would undoubtedly be awkward.
Since it was within his capabilities, Anton naturally wanted to find a way to save the Special Forces members.
This move would also help earn their trust and support.
Tony, on the other hand, remained completely unaware of Anton summoning.
Although the plane radar and Jarvis were advanced, Cyborg intelligence was leagues ahead of Jarvis.
Without Jarvis support, Tony was essentially blind in this situation.
On the screen, the battle in Washington continued.
"Who are you?"
Roadblock expression turned grave as he faced the glowing woman in a skintight suit.
The oppressive aura she exuded made it hard for him to breathe.
The overwhelming pressure caused his muscles to tense, his nerves stretched to the limit.
Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, stood before the Special Forces team, her glowing eyes devoid of any human emotion.
Her hair floated in the air as if guided by some mysterious force.
She had no intention of engaging in conversation.
Without a word, she raised her hand slightly.
"Not good!"
Duke, noticing her movement, was gripped by a sense of foreboding.
He immediately shouted, "Evade! Move out of the way! Everyone else, counterattack! Attack with everything you've got!"
The rest of the team raised their weapons and pulled the triggers. Bullets flew in a relentless barrage.
However, the woman before them was shielded by a transparent energy membrane that appeared around her.
The barrier not only protected Tyler Hayward, their initial target, but also stopped all incoming bullets in their tracks.
Pop-pop-pop-pop!
The energy membrane rippled with waves as the bullets struck it, only to hover suspended in the air.
Under Carol cold gaze, every member of the Special Forces showed expressions of shock and fear.
Suddenly, the bullets reversed direction.
The team had no means of resisting and now faced a life-or-death crisis.
Washington, Special Forces Headquarters
"Damn it!"
General Hawk, the highest-ranking commander, stared at the live feed from the Special Forces unit. His face turned ashen.
Who could have imagined that what should have been a simple training exercise would escalate into a confrontation with such a terrifying opponent?
Who was this woman?
Damn it!
"Anton… what kind of enemy have you provoked this time?"
Hawk was burning with anxiety.
If the Special Forces operatives on this mission were all killed, it would deal a devastating blow to the team.
On one hand, these soldiers were trusted subordinates he had personally vetted.
On the other hand, as the commander, losing an entire squad would be seen as a critical failure in judgment, significantly tarnishing his reputation.
"Damn it!"
Hawk couldn't help but curse under his breath, his eyes filled with an indescribable restlessness.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The bullets fired by the Special Forces members reversed direction at an incredible speed, hurtling back toward them.
The air seemed to ignite with the acrid smell of gunpowder.
As the bullets flew backward, an invisible ripple spread outward, as if the very air itself was vibrating in slow motion.
Time appeared to slow.
The Special Forces members widened their eyes in shock.
Duke mouth opened and closed, his voice trembling as he tried to shout:
"... Run… now…"
His words reached the other team members in what felt like a crawl, but the bullets continued to close in, inching closer with each passing second.
The inevitability of their fates loomed over them—soon they would fall, lifeless, into pools of their own blood.
Boom! Boom!
In the nick of time, a surge of energy rippled through the area.
Space itself seemed to distort, waves of power emanating outward.
Then, light burst forth.
Two figures appeared in front of everyone.
"Wonder Woman!"
"Cyborg!"
A tall man and a strong, confident woman stood before them, their contrasting physiques unmistakable.
The sight of these two iconic heroes filled the Special Forces members with elation.
At the Special Forces Headquarters, Hawk, watching the live feed, finally exhaled a long sigh of relief. The heavy weight pressing on his chest lifted.
He quickly rescinded his earlier curses directed at Anton, muttering to himself that perhaps Anton wasn't so unreliable after all.
At least this time, the backup had arrived just in time.