David and Morbius walked out of the airport and met Martina and Wesley who came to greet them.

Morbius and Martina hugged each other tightly.

Martina cried with joy.

David and Wesley, look at me and I look at you, standing next to this couple feels inexplicably awkward.

Wesley pondered and said, "Maybe we should hug?"

"Sorry, I don't like men."

David refused and said seriously: "Please be sure to position yourself correctly. You are just my employee. No boss likes to see a subordinate who stares at the boss's butt every day."

"Fuck, no one is interested in your ass."

Wesley sighed, furious.

After happily greeting each other, they parted ways at the airport.

After David and Morbius agreed on the latter's working hours, they led Wesley to the Fisk Building in Manhattan, leaving Morbius and Martina to go to the world of two.

Although David wanted to rest for a while, he was not in a hurry.

Besides, taking a break doesn’t mean doing nothing.

Now his brothers, Kingpin and Wilson, finally couldn't stand it any longer and planned to have a frank talk.

Before getting in the car.

David seemed to see a familiar bald figure at the airport.

Sitville!

He did not step forward, but was sure that David saw him, smiled and waved, said hello from a distance, then turned and walked into the airport, preparing to leave New York.

It seems that the destination should be the Fort Drum military base.

Obviously he wants to join the SHIELD team where Nick Fury and others are.

"Have you seen Sitwell?"

David watched him disappear from sight and turned to look at Wesley.

"Yes, he gave me an agent certificate and said this was arranged by you."

Wesley nodded: "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency... Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"This guy can actually climb up the pole."

David laughed.

"If I accept this certificate, there won't be any trouble in the future, right?"

Wesley couldn't help but said: "Since I met you, you have been in trouble all the time. I really don't know how my father fell in love with you."

"There will be no trouble. As long as I am here, Sitwell will not, nor dare, threaten you with this certificate... In name, you have become a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and it will only do you good and no harm. This is a certificate

A license to kill. With him, even if you shoot and kill civilians in the street, I can still praise you as a hero."

David corrected: "Also, it was me who fell in love with your father, not your father who fell in love with me. Before you complain, please clarify the cause and effect."

The two of them talked as they got into the car.

"last question."

Wesley started the car, and with a buzzing sound, the car merged into traffic.

He hesitated and asked: "Since you have so many unusual identities, why did you..."

"First of all, I can't take the initiative to reveal my identity. There are many reasons, but you must have a deep understanding that every time I reveal my identity, it means there will be huge troubles that will pounce on me like a hungry wolf."

David knew what Wesley was trying to say.

Since I could just wave my hand and kill Sloan as easily as I could kill a mosquito, why did I let the Brotherhood develop to that point?

Even more, why should he watch his father, Cross, be killed?

"Secondly, I don't think that highly of fraternities."

David said bluntly: "In the end, it wasn't me who watched Cross being killed, it was him who didn't want to live... Do you think that with your ability at the time, you could really kill Cross?"

Wesley drove in silence, without answering, and the two of them skipped the topic in tacit agreement.

…

Fort Drum Military Base.

After Sitwell arrived here, based on time, almost five hours had passed since the special forces took away Captain America.

Although five hours is not long and does not reach the conventional time to complete the distance, with the technical level of the special forces, it is enough for the military aircraft to transport Rogers from the ice and snow of the Arctic Circle to New York, a city with advanced medical standards.

"Phil, how is the situation now?"

Sitwell found Coulson and asked in a low voice: "What's the attitude of the special forces?"

Coulson is a good old man of S.H.I.E.L.D., and he is also a confidant of current director Nick Fury. He is quite comfortable in the agency and has good relationships with many people.

A Hydra spy like Sitwell would be happy to have a good relationship with Coulson.

"No attitude."

Colson shook his head slightly.

These words made Sitwell raise his eyebrows, and he instantly understood the meaning of Coulson's words.

"So, the special forces have no intention of talking to us at all."

He was very surprised: "Then why do we come here?"

"This is an expression of our attitude."

Coulson knows Nick Fury well and said: "Whether we talk about Special Forces or not, we will never give up on getting Cap back - he is very important to us."

Sitwell mused.

As a member of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is a standard middle-level cadre, still far away from the top management.

Colson is different.

In terms of level, Coulson is slightly higher than him, but not much higher.

But in terms of position, Coulson is directly under the jurisdiction of Director Nick Fury and knows many confidential matters within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Everyone can see that Nick Fury is training Coulson to be the next director.

Because the information that Coulson can access under his authority is beyond Sitwell's reach at this stage.

For example, why did S.H.I.E.L.D. restart the search mission fifty years later and are sure that Captain America Steve Rogers is still alive?

Not to mention David, even he doesn't know why.

It was not his turn to find out whether his immediate boss, Alexander Pierce, knew.

Only by clarifying this issue can we know why SHIELD, led by Nick Fury, values ​​Steve Rogers so much.

What exactly do they need from Rodgers?

Sitwell felt itchy.

Fortunately, as an agent, especially a Hydra spy in S.H.I.E.L.D., he knows how to suppress his curiosity.

Maintaining a calm expression, he waited until the sun set.

Fort Drum military base remains calm.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and other agents still couldn't wait for anyone from the Special Forces, not even a single message.

Nick Fury is very calm.

He took out his cell phone and made a call. His expression remained unchanged, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

"No wait."

Then he turned back to Colson and others and said: "Phil, Jasper, Clint, Natasha, you follow me to New York, and the rest of the people go back to the headquarters."

"clear."

Everyone nodded.

"Director, who should we go to New York to find?"

Before leaving, Colson hesitated: "Would you like to meet David first? After all, he is a local gangster in New York. If he helps us, we will definitely be able to live more comfortably."

Nick Fury thought for a moment and looked at Sitwell: "Jasper, you and David have a good relationship?"

"Yes, I am his liaison."

Sitwell nodded quickly: "I developed a person of my own around him."

"oh?"

Nick Fury became interested: "Who is it?"

"Wesley."
To be continued...