The people who were present were all from the Ursa Minor Constellation.
They were basically all adults, and fighting hooligans, gang members, and criminals was considered part of their daily operations.
Now, it was time for them to experience the atmosphere of the battle.
In any case, it was a prototype, and Luke wasn't worried about their lives.
Mindy and the little turtles had already participated in several battles, so they didn't need to. They were just here to earn points with the newbies.
The little turtles, on the other hand, were very hardworking. As the four turtles laughed in the Ursa Minor team channel, they led the other unskilled team members to set up surveillance equipment.
Luke stood on the bank of the Thames River and silently observed their movements. His little brother, Joseph, was his main target.
Yes, Joseph was here too.
Luke knew, but didn't stop him.
It was just like how Claire had no intention of truly becoming a superhero, and he didn't urge her to do so.
This was a personal choice.
Luke only needed to lay a good foundation for them, and it was up to them to do whatever they wanted.
With help, Selvig and Jane quickly got to work.
They had already done all the calculations, and now they just had to verify it on the spot. So, in a few minutes, the conclusion was out: this was the gathering point.
After that, the two of them were sent away.
The surveillance equipment could be remotely controlled, and Luke could report intelligence to them through the communication system. There was no need for the two weak professors to stay on the scene.
Also, similar to the battle in New York, there was a clear central point. It was unlikely that the dark elves would bother to destroy London, and the chances of them getting hurt by accident weren't high.
If they really wanted to destroy it … then so be it.
Luke had some hidden connections in England, but there was no way he could stop London.
At most, he would release some fake news to reduce the number of people coming to Greenwich today.
Block the road? Don't even think about it.
People in Europe and America, especially young people, didn't care about official warnings at all.
If they really said that there was an alien attack here, this place would probably become their gathering place. They might even hold up signs saying "Freedom" and march.
Luke didn't want to be responsible for the suicidal behavior of these idiotic young people.
They could be scolded when they were alive, but when they were dead, the responsibility would naturally fall on someone else — this was the kind of saintly thinking that was popular in Europe nowadays.
Big Dipper was indeed a scapegoat, but he was also a scapegoat for himself and his other aliases.
He didn't want anything to do with the British authorities and the idiotic young people being unlucky.
After finishing the preparations, it was already past seven o 'clock.
The sky was faintly suffused with a gloomy light, indicating that today would be another wet, cold, and rainy day.
"It's a good day to kill," he muttered.
Thor, who had been looking serious, couldn't help but say, "You're completely different from Bruce."
If it were an Asgardian, this kind of temper would definitely be investigated.
Thor was good at fighting, but he wasn't good at killing.
The most important thing was to fight to his heart's content. He didn't think about who he should kill or not. It was just that his opponents were weak and he had hammered them to death more often.
Leaning against the thick stone pillar of the Naval Academy, Luke looked at the cloudy sky and said casually, "You're wrong. When it comes to killing aliens, he's exactly the same as me. "
With this reminder, Thor remembered that half of the Chitauri fleet had been blown up by the Knights in the Battle of New York, and he was speechless.
He couldn't help but mutter, "We Asgard are aliens too."
Luke snorted. "If you hadn't stopped us, do you really think we would have let Loki leave Earth alive?"
Thor's mouth twitched when he thought of his little brother, who had almost been beaten into a pulp by the Knights. Feeling that he really wasn't suited to chat, he decisively shut up.
Luke bragged, but felt a little regretful. As long as Odin was still around, who would dare kill Loki?
According to Thor's description, Odin had always treated his own son the best, and the throne had to be left for Thor. But Loki had done so many terrible things, and would only be locked up after he returned.
As long as Loki was willing to be shameless and cry for "daddy to love me one more time," he would still be able to come out in a few years or even decades.
An adopted son might not be comparable to a biological son, but he was still more than ten thousand times more noble than his own race.
It was only because of the invasion of the dark elves that Loki was still angry that he couldn't beat Odin's son, and didn't have time to use his shameless move, that this normal process was disrupted.
Otherwise, Asgard's two princes would have ruled for 30 years, and this kind of repeated jumping would just be basic.
Reincarnation wasn't something that could be envied. The moment Loki was adopted, he was already "below three people and above ten thousand" in the Nine Realms, which was enough for him to do whatever he wanted.
Luke had to admit that.
Otherwise, how could he let go of such a big boss like Loki with so many experience and credit points?
On the other hand, the dark elves this time had Asgard as their enemy, so they could do whatever they wanted.
They wanted to destroy the Nine Realms? Hehe, wasn't this just a mission to save the world?!
Just because of this, Luke decided that he would definitely kill Malekith later!
Malekith, who only had ether particles, should be easier to kill than Thanos with the six-jeweled gloves.
Suddenly, Dr. Jane's voice came through the communicator. "The gravitational field fluctuations are intensifying. The Nine Realms are about to converge."
Luke and Thor raised their heads to look at the Thames in the north.
A strong wind blew, and waves appeared on the surface of the Thames. Soon, more than a dozen white lines surged toward the shore from the river, growing larger and larger.
Thor said, "They're here."
Luke said, "Go and attract their attention. I'll get my friends and team members to cooperate with you."
Thor nodded. He knew that they had to hide and attack the dark elves at a critical moment.
Although he liked to fight head-on, it didn't mean that he didn't know these little tactics. On the contrary, many of his subordinates were very familiar with this move.
That was because Thor was Asgard's strongest aggro machine.
Luke retreated into the shadows behind the pillar, then turned transparent and disappeared.
In the time it took to say a few words, the huge black cross-shaped battleships on the surface of the river exited stealth mode and rushed onto the river bank aggressively.
With a rumble, the sharp tails of the cross-shaped warships plowed through the ground, and part of the museum and the Naval Academy collapsed.
In the end, they surrounded the prime meridian in a semicircle.
Thor jumped tens of meters away from the battleship in the middle.
Red light lit up at the top of the warship, and then it quickly descended.
Ten seconds later, a hatch opened at the bottom of the warship, and groups of dark elf soldiers poured out with weapons in hand.
At the same time, fighter jets shaped like sabers flew out from the sides of the dozen or so warships and scattered into the air.
Thor raised his head and looked around. He wasn't afraid of enemies everywhere. Instead, he roared, "Malekith!"
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