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With people like this existing, does the world really need avengers?

Or, what if one day in the future this man is no longer satisfied with being a "temporary landlord"? Who will then "take revenge" on him?

Chapter 76 Key

Fury was the first to move.

He didn't look at anyone, walked to a corner, and pulled out that black, brick-like satellite phone. His back was straight, like a taut steel bar.

“It’s me.” His voice was low, but the commanding tone was penetrating. “Activate the beacon protocol, highest priority. Clear the B-7 route, all airspace control. Yes, all.”

He didn't explain why, nor did he need to. The person on the other end of the phone was only responsible for carrying out the orders.

Chu Hang ignored him, walked over to Maria and Monica, and squatted down. He looked into the little girl's eyes and said softly, "Monica, are you sure you saw that office on the star on the computer?"

Monica nodded vigorously, her big eyes showing no fear, only seriousness: "Yes! The biggest computer in Aunt Lawson's office! She even let me play Minesweeper."

"Very good." Chu Hang smiled and ruffled her hair. "You've been a great help."

Carol leaned against the wall, her face still pale. She looked at the one-eyed man giving orders, then at the exhausted Skrull General on the sofa. Finally, her gaze settled on Chu Hang.

Everything was in chaos. She had been a fool for six years.

"I..." She wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by sand.

"You can say what you want to say after you get the stuff." Chu Hang stood up, not letting her continue. "It's time to go now. Mr. Fury has already called a car."

Fury had just hung up the phone and walked back. He glanced at Talos, then at Carol, and finally said to Chu Hang, "The helicopter will be here in fifteen minutes. It'll take an hour and a half to get to the old Pegasus Project base from here. The perimeter has been cleared, but the internal systems are still running and need to be cracked on-site."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he weren't the one who had almost drawn his gun just moments before. Only he knew that speaking to Chu Hang required him to be completely tense to avoid appearing timid.

“There’s no need to go through all that trouble to crack it,” Chu Hang said. “We have the key.”

He pointed at Monica.

Fury's one eye lingered on the little girl for two seconds, a hint of confusion flashing across his face. But he didn't ask. He had already learned that when dealing with Chu Hang, one shouldn't use common sense to think about things.

Fifteen minutes later, the roar of massive propellers grew louder as they approached. A completely black Black Hawk helicopter, without any markings, hovered steadily in the open space outside. The hatch slid open, and Phil Coulson poked his head out and waved to them.

“Talos, you stay on the ground,” Chu Hang said to General Skrull. “Keep your men inside the ship and don’t move around. Mr. Fury, I think your men would be happy to help ‘look after’ this precious alien spaceship, right?”

Fury's lips twitched, but he didn't speak. This suited him perfectly. A living Skrull general, a complete spaceship—this was an intelligence goldmine that had fallen from the sky.

Talos hesitated. He glanced at Chu Hang, his eyes leaving no room for negotiation. He finally nodded. He had no right to bargain.

"Maria, you and Monica go too," Chu Hang said to the mother and daughter.

“Us?” Maria was stunned.

“Monica is the key; she has to go. You have to go with her.” Chu Hang’s reasoning was simple.

Finally, those who boarded the helicopter were Chu Hang, Carol, Maria, Monica, and Fury and Coulson, representing S.H.I.E.L.D.

The helicopter took off and flew into the depths of the desert.

No one spoke in the cabin.

Carol leaned against the window, watching the scenery rushing past below. Trees, houses, roads—all shrank into tiny blocks of color. She had looked down at planets from high above countless times before, but those were always missions. Objectives, threats, escape routes. This was the first time she was simply looking at a world. The world she was born into, and then had taken away from her. Memories flashed by like a broken videotape, blurry fragments. Sunlight, grass, and a woman's laughter. It was Dr. Lawson. Her heart began to ache again.

Fury crossed his arms, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep; his mind was racing. Chu Hang, codename "Ghost," ability assessment: unknown, threat level: highest. This man wasn't a pawn; he was the chessboard itself. He could change the rules at will. The Avengers program was a joke in his eyes. But the opportunity was right in front of him: the Skrulls, light-speed engine technology, Carol… these were all stepping stones for S.H.I.E.L.D. to reach the universe. The risks were enormous, but the rewards were equally enormous. He had to gamble.

Coulson sat between them, feeling like a mortal who had stumbled into a battle of gods. He glanced furtively at Chu Hang, who was leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, seemingly asleep. But Coulson had a feeling that even asleep, Chu Hang was more dangerous than anyone awake.

An hour and a half later, the helicopter landed in a desert.

In the distance, a massive, half-buried concrete complex lay sprawled on the sand, like a stranded steel behemoth. That was the old base of Project Pegasus, a place that once held humanity's most advanced technological secrets, now almost entirely abandoned.

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Fury, they immediately saluted, then furtively glanced at Carol and Chu Hang behind him with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. Their orders were to "clear the area," but no one had told them who they were supposed to be meeting.

“Sir, the internal physical isolation has been lifted, but the central system still has independent biometric encryption and password locks,” a technical agent reported to Fury.

“Take us to Dr. Lawson’s office,” Fury said.

The corridor was long, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. The air was thick with dust and the smell of old machinery. The emergency lights were still flashing, casting long shadows on the walls.

Carol walked down the corridor, her steps unsteady. She remembered this place. She and Lawson had argued here about an engine parameter, and Lawson had called her too stubborn. She also remembered the terrible instant coffee she'd had in the lounge; Lawson always added two sugar cubes to his coffee. These trivial memories, belonging to "Carol Danvers," flooded back like a tide, making her feel both alien and heartbroken.

Soon, they arrived at a heavy metal door. The door was inscribed with "Dr. Marwell's Chief Research Office."

“This is it,” Carroll said softly.

Coulson, accompanied by two tech agents, stepped forward and began working on the control panel by the door. Code scrolled rapidly across the screen.

“No, sir.” A few minutes later, the technical agent was sweating profusely. “Triple encryption, our cracking program will take at least three hours.”

Fury frowned.

Chu Hang walked over. He didn't look at the complicated control panel; he placed his hand directly on the metal door.

A very low, muffled thud.

The metal door beneath Chu Hang's hand appeared unchanged on the surface. But inside the lock, the precision gears and pins, crafted from a special alloy, were groaning in pain. They were being forcibly twisted, crushed, and reassembled by an unseen force.

With a crisp click, the door opened.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

The two tech agents stared, mouths agape, at the scene before them. They felt as if all the knowledge they had acquired through ten years of hard study had been trampled underfoot.

Fury's eyelids twitched. He refrained from speaking, but simply gestured for everyone to go inside.

Pushing open the door, a musty, long-dormant smell hit me. The office was large, filled with various pieces of equipment that now seemed somewhat outdated. Everything remained exactly as it had been six years ago, only covered in a layer of dust.

“That’s the one!” Monica broke free from her mother’s hand, ran to the corner of the room, and pointed to an old-fashioned computer with a huge spherical monitor.

Coulson immediately led his men over and connected the equipment.

The computer boots up, and a password input box pops up on the screen. Below it is a line of smaller text: Three incorrect attempts will permanently lock the system and format all data.

"Damn it!" Coulson cursed under his breath.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

“Monica,” Carol crouched down, her voice soft, “do you remember… how Aunt Lawson turned on the computer? Did she do anything unusual?”

The little girl tilted her head, trying hard to remember. Her brows were furrowed tightly.

“I…I don’t remember the password. But…” A look of confusion appeared on her little face, “Aunt Lawson always touches that…that winged horse on the table before she turns on the computer…”

All eyes turned to the desk. On the corner of the desk sat a slightly worn wooden carving of a pegasus.

Coulson immediately picked up the wood carving and examined it thoroughly, trying to find some hidden switch.

“That’s not it.” Monica shook her head. “She just… touched me.”

Fury's brow furrowed even deeper.

Chu Hang walked over. He glanced at the wood carving, then at the computer screen, and said to Monica, "Why don't you give it a try?"

He picked up the little girl and sat her on the chair.

"Just like Aunt Lawson did in your memory."

Monica nodded, seemingly understanding. She reached out her little hand and, mimicking what she remembered, gently touched the wings of the pegasus wood carving.

Then, she turned her head, looked at the keyboard, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her little index finger to type three letters.

SKY.

She pressed the Enter key.

The password box on the screen disappeared. A deep starry sky wallpaper appeared before everyone's eyes.

Coulson and his men let out a suppressed cheer. Carol excitedly hugged Monica and kissed her on the forehead.

Fury watched this scene with a complex expression. The most advanced technology, the most professional agents—all were helpless. In the end, it was solved by a child's purest memories. It was too ironic.

Coulson quickly found a folder on the computer that was heavily encrypted. The folder was named "Home".

He resumed his intense work of cracking the code.

This time, Chu Hang didn't intervene. He simply stood aside, watching them work. He knew that the final key still lay with Monica.

Sure enough, after trying more than a dozen solutions and failing, Coulson was once again at a stalemate.

“Monica,” Carol asked again, “do you remember anything else? About this folder?”

Monica looked at the little house icon on the screen, thought for a moment, and then her eyes lit up.

"I know! Aunt Lawson sings when she opens it!"

"Yes! She can sing...Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

Coulson froze. He turned to Fury with a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

Fury's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He felt his intelligence was being repeatedly humiliated.

“Voiceprint code.” Chu Hang leaned against the wall and said calmly, “Let her sing.”

Amidst the expectant or skeptical gazes of the crowd, Monica cleared her throat and began to sing into the computer microphone in her childish, slightly off-key voice.

"twinkle Twinkle Little Star……"

The moment she sang the first line of lyrics, the "Home" folder on the screen opened automatically.

There is only one file inside.

A long string of numbers and symbols pointing to an unknown location deep in the universe.

Fury's eyes lit up instantly. Before he could even savor the joy, almost at the same moment he saw the coordinates, he picked up his satellite phone again.

This time, his voice carried an barely suppressed excitement and determination.

"Get me Quatermain. Start the Quincy prototype. I don't care what testing phase it's in, I want it fully fueled and waiting for me in the hangar within an hour."

After hanging up the phone, Fury looked at Chu Hang. He knew that now it was Chu Hang and Carol's turn to shine. S.H.I.E.L.D. could only watch from the ground.

“Very good.” Chu Hang nodded. “Coulson, take Maria and Monica back to the helicopter first. It’s going to be quite lively here soon.”

Coulson immediately obeyed the order and escorted the mother and daughter away.

Only Chu Hang, Carol, and Fury remained in the office.

“I’ve got the coordinates you wanted.” Fury looked at Chu Hang. “The plane you requested is ready too. Now, tell me your next plan, shall we?”

"My plan?" Chu Hang laughed. "My plan is to have no plan. I'm just an observer. The real protagonist is her."