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"Finished?"

"Did we win or lose?"

After finding that the fireworks were no longer in the sky, the civilians squatting in the air-raid shelter couldn't wait to come out to breathe the fresh air. Of course, they didn't forget to inquire about how the battle was going.

When they saw the smoke billowing S.H.I.E.L.D. fleet entering the port for an emergency stop, the hearts of countless people were tight, but then they saw the saucy Iron Man passing by with his armored army. Over New York, these armors were still pulling three-color smoke.

"Win, win! Stark is so arrogant, he must win!"

So the American imperial civilians who didn't participate in the war at all but consciously contributed a lot immediately began to celebrate spontaneously. As a result, because the police didn't manage it like this, it almost became a zero-dollar purchase.

"Win!"

In space, the soldiers of Atlas are celebrating, once again they have eliminated the alien mechanical monsters who came to ask for trouble.

Although the Sky Shield was hit many times during the battle, fortunately, the damaged external structure can be replaced, and the internal cabin is still unscathed.

Fisher carefully removed the dog tag of a fallen Atlas Nano soldier from his body, and the display on the dog tag continued to display the soldier's name and blood type.

"This world is destined to have no peace, isn't it?" Carefully carrying the soldier's body onto the stretcher, Fisher gently wiped the blood from the dog tag with his index finger.

"This is our mistake!" Team America, who was still on the space station, leaned on the door frame and watched Fisher put the dog tag into the small bag held in his left hand.

"We always thought that the enemy was by our side, but we didn't expect that aliens were still eyeing us!"

"How much human suffering! This battle is just the beginning!" Fisher patted the opponent's shoulder. "If there is another foreign enemy on Earth in the future, you have to be the vanguard!"

"It's my duty!" Captain America once again felt a heavy sense of mission in his eyes. Since he woke up, he has never found anything that he can truly empathize with, but now, he has once again found the sense of urgency after the outbreak of the war, only It's a pity that Haw isn't here!

After the carnival of the living was over, it was time for the aftermath. Atlas lost three destroyers and two frigates. Fortunately, most of the crew survived, and the fighter troops lost almost two-thirds, but fortunately the fighters were killed. After the wreckage, the cockpit can be freed from the wreckage and automatically fall into the atmosphere, and the loss of pilots is not much. One or two hundred people is acceptable for Atlas, which currently has almost 6,000 spare pilot students.

Now the most troublesome thing for Atlas is the countless wrecks wandering between the earth and the moon. These wrecks vary in size. The big one is comparable to an Aegis destroyer, and the small one is as big as a basketball. , although the wreckage near the earth has been decomposed by Atlas' drones, and the next project is left to the atmosphere, but in further areas, there are at least one million wreckage, etc. to clean up.

And don't think that there is no danger when the battle is over. Overloaded reactors, unexploded missiles, these are all things that depend on fate. If your life is good, if you hit it with a hammer, it will not explode. If your life is bad, you just pass by. Can fry you to ashes.

"It's not easy to clean up! We lack manpower and special equipment. Although I still have time to design, the number of robots is really not enough, and space propulsion equipment is also insufficient. The thousands of sets currently in stock are also from special forces!" Samuel El Hayden's suggestion is to use a nuclear bomb to continue the bombing, which is more convenient, and in his opinion, the cost of recovering these battleship wrecks is higher than that of Atlas mining Phobos.

"Nuclear bombs are fine. We haven't built many fusion bombs at all. I was exhausted after emptying the nuclear arsenals of Ukraine and Russia!" Fisher recalled that in order to ask himself to deal with those big guys, they exchanged ideas with each other. Trying to send Miss Sister over to watch the moon with him, I can't eat it, I can't eat it!

"And now all the warships have to go back to port for refurbishment! We're short of ships for missions!"

"Then let's float it in space first. We will launch several fixed magnetic field anchors to ensure that the debris can gather within a certain range and will not be taken away by gravity!"

After dealing with the affairs of the space station, Fisher returned to Earth. He also had to deal with the aftermath of the more than 1,000 Atlas personnel who died in space, from death notices to pension payments. It's what he does.

"stand at attention!"

"preparation!"

"put!"

The Garand rifle in the hands of the salute broke the silence in the rain. As the last shot ended, Fisher stepped forward, stroked the coffin, and then quietly retreated.

"Funerals are bad!"

"right!"

While walking through the passage between the tombstones alone in the heavy rain, Fisher accidentally bumped into Nick Fury, who was still dressed in black. Of course, the other party was holding two umbrellas.

"Who is he?" Nick Fury looked at the funeral scene surrounded by the crowd in the distance, and the sobbing of women could be vaguely heard in the air.

"A secondary mechanic of the frigate Marvin, his ship was pierced through the reactor, he was the closest living person to the reactor, fractured and burned, but he still got up and sealed the power compartment with his right arm. !"

"He's a hero! You know him?"

"No, I don't know, I don't know their names, but I know their stories!" Fisher rejected the umbrella that Nick Fury handed him over, then turned and walked to his motorcycle in the parking lot.

"What are you doing here, don't tell me that soldier is your relative?"

"I came to you, to be precise, I hope to get an Atlas space vehicle, even a transport plane, but I know that you gave Stark a transport plane, and that guy won't let us touch it. Touch, don't even mention it!"

"Isn't your Insight Mothership bad? Strategically cruising around the North American continent, if there is a young person in trouble, the police will be dispatched at the speed of light and attacked?"

"Can you not mention those ships?" Nick Fury showed a bitter face. He thought he would be able to show off his skills this time, but he attacked with high fighting spirit and came back disgraced. At that time, Nick Fury decided to list this operation as level ten. Confidential, no one can see it!

"We can give you an armed transport ship, but there is a precondition!" Fisher stopped and looked at each other.

"Let's talk!" Nick Fury made up his mind, even if Fisher wanted Pierce's granddaughter, he would tie it to him within a day and wash it off and put it on Fisher's bed.

"Help me work for a few days first!"