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He couldn't take the risk.

At least not now.

As Yon Rogge bent down to pick up the unconscious Carol, and as a perfectly intact Kree ship slowly descended through the hole in the top of the hangar, casting a beam of light to meet him, Chu Hang slowly loosened his clenched fist.

His eyes were cold and calm, like those of a most patient hunter waiting for the perfect moment to hunt.

Survive first, then we'll talk about everything else.

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Chapter 59 Is this cat serious?

Shadows are the best disguise.

Chu Hang pressed his body tightly against the twisted and deformed side of the container, deliberately suppressing even his breathing to a minimum. He was like a piece of melting ice, silently diminishing his presence in the corner, trying to completely merge with the surrounding darkness.

The energy within him was like a vast ocean that had just calmed down. The surface appeared calm, but beneath, turbulent currents surged. He could clearly feel that the immense power originating from the Cosmic Cube and Carol, after that life-or-death fusion, was no longer simply a foreign entity. It was being accepted and absorbed by his body, gradually becoming a part of him, just like his hands and feet—still unfamiliar, but already controllable by his will.

A completely new perception slowly unfolded in his mind, like a scroll being slowly drawn back.

He didn't need to use his eyes to "sense" the energy distribution throughout the hangar. The most dazzling element was undoubtedly the unconscious blonde woman lying in the center of the shallow pit. Her body was like a newly ignited stellar embryo; though its light was weak, it contained a destructive potential, unconsciously radiating outwards in ripples of energy. She was a moving energy singularity, a walking catastrophe.

Secondly, there was the Kree commander, Yon Rogge, who was walking towards her. The energy within him was like a precisely forged weapon—stable, condensed, and brimming with deadly sharpness. Although his total energy was far less than Carol's, the highly compressed destructive power made him even more dangerous.

Then there were the scattered Kree soldiers. They all carried similar, standardized energy fluctuations, like cold bullets, devoid of emotion, driven only by the instinct to obey and kill.

Besides these, there were some fainter points of light. Those were Nick Fury, Coulson, and the surviving S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Their energy fluctuations were no different from ordinary people, as insignificant as candles in the wind on this battlefield dominated by supernatural forces, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The feeling was strange, like a person born blind suddenly gaining sight. The whole world was deconstructed into a different form before him, a dimension composed of varying degrees of energy, more real and more cruel.

But this renewed sense of power couldn't mask the extreme weakness deep within his body. Every breath brought on a sharp pain deep within his muscles, as if every muscle fiber had been torn apart and then forcibly glued back together. Mental exhaustion surged like a tide, wave after wave crashing against his consciousness, making him almost want to lie down and fall into a deep sleep.

He knew this was a side effect of forcibly fusing energy. His body was like a riverbed whose channel had been forcibly widened by a flood. Although it could accommodate more water, the riverbed itself was riddled with holes and needed time to slowly repair itself.

Therefore, he cannot move.

At the very least, he couldn't do anything beyond the bounds of normalcy in front of everyone. Exposing his newly acquired power would be tantamount to bleeding among a group of sharks. He had to wait, wait for the perfect opportunity, a window where everyone's attention was diverted, allowing him to slip away silently.

Inside the hangar, the brief peace was shattered by a roar.

"Don't even move!"

It was Nick Fury. He stepped out from behind cover, gripping his standard-issue pistol tightly, the dark muzzle steadily aimed at Yon Rogers, who was walking towards Carroll. Coulson beside him immediately followed, raising his gun with practiced ease, creating a crossfire with Fury.

Fury's face was covered in dust and sweat, and his once-crisp suit was now wrinkled and torn in several places, making him look disheveled. But his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, showing no sign of backing down.

"Put her down, alien." Fury's voice was cold, with an unquestionable commanding tone. "This is Earth, not your colony."

Yon Rogge stopped and slowly turned around. He didn't even look at the gun in Fury's hand, but instead gave him a contemptuous glance, as if he were looking at an ant.

"Earth?" A mocking smile played on his lips as he spoke in the metallic Common Tongue, "A primitive race that hasn't even ventured beyond its own planet dares to talk about ownership?"

He held up one finger, pointing to himself, then to the Kree soldiers still fighting on the ground. “We are the Kree. Enforcers of the universe, guardians of peace. We are here to eliminate terrorists who threaten the order of the universe, and… to reclaim the property of our Empire.”

His gaze returned to the unconscious Carol, as if he were looking at a priceless object.

Fury narrowed his one eye. “I don’t care who you are. All I know is that on my turf, you hurt my men and destroyed my base. Now, you want to take an American Air Force pilot with you. I can’t let you do that.”

"You?" Yon Roger laughed out loud as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "You think you can just use that toy in your hand that can't even penetrate my armor?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his arm. The armor on his arm made a soft click, and a gun barrel popped out from it.

"Go to hell, caveman."

A beam of dark blue energy, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, shot towards Fury's face in an instant.

Chu Hang's pupils contracted in the shadows. He knew that Fury couldn't dodge this shot.

However, at that critical moment, a lithe figure suddenly pounced on Fury from beside him. It was Coulson! He used all his strength to shove Fury aside.

The energy beam grazed Fury's shoulder and struck a wall behind him, instantly melting a fist-sized hole with smooth edges that was still glowing red.

Fury and Coulson tumbled to the ground, narrowly escaping the fatal blow.

"Sir! Are you alright?" Coulson asked hurriedly, ignoring his sore arm.

Fury gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, glanced at the still-smoking hole in the wall, and his face turned extremely ugly. His proud combat experience and the weapons in his hands seemed so ridiculous and powerless in front of this alien.

This is no longer an equal battle. This is a dimensional reduction attack.

Yon Rogers seemed to have lost his patience. He ignored the two troublesome ants and turned to pick up Carol and leave.

But just then, an unexpected troublemaker appeared.

A soft, languid meow sounded particularly jarring in the hangar filled with the smell of gunpowder and death.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an orange cat gracefully emerging from behind a pile of burnt debris. Its fur was smooth and clean, without a speck of dust, as if the earth-shattering explosion was nothing more than an insignificant fireworks display to it.

It walked to Mar Werner's already cold body, gently nuzzled her hand with its little head, and made gurgling sounds in its throat, as if it were grieving for its master's passing.

Fury paused for a moment when he saw the cat. He was a cat lover, and seeing such a cute little life in such a tense and oppressive moment made his taut nerves relax a little.

“Hey, little guy.” He instinctively lowered his voice, trying to soothe it.

However, the orange cat simply raised its head, glanced at Fury with its clear, innocent eyes, and then turned its gaze to Yon Roger, who was about to pick up Carol.

The next second, the orange cat lowered its body slightly, letting out a low, threatening growl. Its fur stood on end, and its cute appearance vanished instantly, replaced by a wild and aggressive posture.

Yon Rogers had clearly noticed the unusual cat as well. He frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. He didn't know why the animal was hostile towards him, but he didn't have time to waste on such trivial matters.

He bent down and reached out to hug Carol.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Carol, the orange cat moved.

Instead of pouncing like a normal cat, it suddenly opened its mouth wide in place.

Then, a scene unfolded that shattered the worldviews of everyone present.

That tiny cat mouth, in a completely illogical way, instantly split open to a terrifying degree. Immediately afterwards, several thick, pink tentacles covered in slime and barbs, like aliens bursting from the earth, surged forth from its mouth, bringing a stench, and swept towards Yon Roger with lightning speed!

Chu Hang saw this scene from the shadows, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He knew this cat named "Gugu" wasn't an ordinary cat; it was one of the most dangerous creatures in the universe—a Flerken. But damn it, the knowledge from books and the scenes in movies were nothing compared to seeing this thing alive and well right in front of him!

This cat is so unserious!

Yon Rogge reacted with lightning speed. The instant the tentacles attacked, he leaped backward, simultaneously activating the energy gun on his arm and unleashing a barrage of fire at the wildly beating tentacles.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

The energy beams struck the tentacles precisely, leaving only charred spots and wisps of smoke, failing to sever them at all. The tentacles, seemingly impervious to pain, intensified their attack, swirling and weaving in the air, blocking all of Yon-Rog's escape routes.

Fury and Coulson were completely dumbfounded. They stared, mouths agape, as the orange cat unleashed tentacles, many times larger than its body, chasing and lashing out at a powerful alien. Their minds went completely blank.

"What...what is that thing?" Coulson's voice trembled.

Fury didn't answer; he just stared intently at the cat, his eyes filled with shock, horror, and a hint of... indescribable excitement. He realized that his understanding of the universe had been completely overturned today.

The Flerken seemed to be enraged. It let out a sharp roar, and more tentacles poured out of its mouth. One of them, like a long whip, bypassed Yon Rogge's block and lashed out at his face.

A crisp sound.

Yon Roger was staggered by the whip, a bloody welt instantly appearing on his face. He was completely enraged.

"Damn beast!"

He roared, holding back no longer, his entire body erupting with energy to form a pale blue shield that temporarily repelled all the attacking tentacles. He abandoned his plan to take Carol away and turned to charge at the Fel Eater, intending to deal with this disgusting monster first.

While he was locked in combat with the Flerken, Fury's gaze was drawn to something else.

When the Flerken attacked Yon-Rogg, it seemed to feel that Fury was too close and in the way, so it impatiently flicked out a small tentacle to try to push him away.

Fury instinctively raised his hand to block.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his left eye.

He groaned and covered his eyes. When he released his grip, blood was seeping through his fingers. Three deep, parallel claw marks ran across his eye sockets, one of them piercing his eyeball.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Fury gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound. He didn't even look at his wounds, but stared intently at the surreal battle, as if trying to etch it all into his mind.

Chu Hang took in all of this from the shadows.

He knew that this was why Fury lost his left eye. Not some glorious scar from saving the world on the battlefield, but from being impatiently scratched by an alien creature that looked like a cat. If word got out, it would probably become the laughingstock of S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, this is a good thing for him.

The appearance of the Flerken completely disrupted the battlefield. Yon-Rog was locked in a fierce battle and had no time to spare. The surviving Kree soldiers, seeing their commander struggling, turned their guns to provide support, greatly relieving the pressure on the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

The entire hangar was in complete chaos.

This pot of porridge was the perfect cover Chu Hang had been waiting for.

His gaze swept rapidly across the entire hangar, his brain, enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum, working at an unprecedented speed, instantly planning the safest escape route. He would traverse the burning wreckage, circle around to the other side of the hangar, where there was an entrance to the ground maintenance tunnel. From there, he could bypass all ground surveillance and forces, directly accessing the base's sewage system. Once inside the sewage system, he would be like a fish in water, never to be found again.

His body moved.

There was no earth-shattering grandeur, no dazzling special effects. He was just like an ordinary soldier who had survived the battlefield by sheer luck, hunched over, using the flames and billowing smoke of the explosion as cover, step by step, steadily and swiftly, escaping the chaotic heart of the area.

As he passed by Fury and Coulson, both of them were completely focused on the Flerken and didn't notice that the "corpse" in the white prison uniform had moved.

He dodged several battlefields where intense fighting was taking place, bullets and energy beams whizzing past his scalp, but he didn't even blink.

Finally, he arrived at the inconspicuous entrance to the maintenance passage. It was a heavy iron door with a large lock on it.

Chu Hang glanced back.

Yon Rogge seemed to realize that there was no point in continuing to fight this unkillable monster. He feinted, forcing back the Flerken's tentacles, then flipped over and charged towards the Kree ship that had landed earlier.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat!" he roared into the communicator.

The follow-up beams lit up again, sucking him and the unconscious Carol into the spaceship. Immediately afterward, the spaceship's engines roared to life, rapidly ascending and disappearing into the hole in the hangar roof.

With the commander's departure, the remaining Kree soldiers began to fight and retreat, and soon all of them withdrew from the battlefield.

Inside the hangar, only a mess remained, along with a group of SHIELD agents who had survived the ordeal and were still in shock.

And that orange cat.

It seemed to have had its fill of fighting, slowly retracting all its tentacles and reverting to its harmless, adorable appearance. It yawned, licked its paws, and then, with elegant cat steps, walked to Fury's feet, who was covering his eyes and had a pale face. It affectionately rubbed its head against his trouser leg, and once again made a gurgling sound in its throat.

Fury looked down at the "cat" that had just been fierce but was now acting cute and cuddly, his expression extremely complicated.

Chu Hang withdrew his gaze.

He knew that Captain Marvel's story had begun.