...

"Have Nick Fury been cleaned up?" A handsome and mentally sarcastic old man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the building and whispered to the phone.

"Yes, we lost a lot of people this time." On the other side of the phone, a strange male voice, like a modified voice changer software, was clearly transmitted through the receiver.

"It's just a group of people who don't care." said the old man.

"But Nick Fury has realized our existence, and it will be difficult for us to move actively under his nose as before."

"He will calm down for a while. Since he has achieved such great results, I know him very well. It is true that he is a person who likes to pull out long lines to catch big fish, but this time he has caught a lot of people." The old man continued: "So, next, he will concentrate on consolidating his results this time. The big investigation will no longer have any effect on us, but will instead alert the snake. What he is waiting for is that all of us relax our vigilance and paralysis."

"In other words, we will have some safe time?" said a strange male voice on the other side.

"Yes, we still have time," said the old man.

"What if it's the worst moment?" the male voice continued to ask.

"At that time, our plan should have come to the end. Do you think Nick Fury is still useful at that time?" The old man changed his phone and held it in his arms and put it to his other ear. "Will he disappear like those who hinder our plan at that time."

"It's not easy to let him disappear. He cherishes his life very much."

"This is difficult for outsiders, but it is not hopeless for us. At least he will not know who will betray him or who will give him a funeral bullet. At that time, he will find that his control over S.H.E.L.D is far less stable than he thought, especially in the combat department."

"That's because you gave up your support for him at that time."

"Although it is a bit inaccurate to say that, S.H.E.L.D. is the Hydra, which is the soil for the rebirth of Hydra." The old man said: "S.H.E.L.D. will not be destroyed, and Hydra will not die."

"Long live Hydra." The man replied.

...

Nick Fury knocked on the table with his hand and stared at the virtual screen in front of him with one eye.

SHIELD has just experienced a storm and storm cleaning, which has made some departments of SHIELD very short of staff and become nervous recently. Many people's workload and work intensity have increased a lot for a while.

This was the pain after the great cleaning. When Nick Fury carried out the cleaning without mercy, he warned and expected that this would happen. So after the dust settled, the first thing he did was to mobilize the personnel he needed from the F-Press and other departments for training and work.

As the director of SHIELD, he has this power. Even the president feels envious of the power and violence he holds. Of course, this power needs to be regulated and approved by the World Security Council.

The only thing that made Nick Fury feel more at ease about this internal storm in S.H.I.E.D. was that the combat department was not seriously involved.

Even if Nick Fury believes that this matter is not over, there must be still remaining personnel within the S.H.I.E.D., and after experiencing this storm, these personnel will definitely hide deeper, act more carefully, and it will be more difficult to dig them out. But the pressure Nick Fury faced at that time has left him with a little choice.

Such a great purge would be impossible to say that the permanent members of the World Security Council had no doubts or pressure. So although this time, the results achieved had already made Nick Fury feel some comfort.

After all, what should have jumped out in this game has already jumped out, and nothing has jumped out. Even if he continues to wait, the other party will not jump out.

What is certain is that in this purge storm, Nick Fury's side is the undisputed winner.

"Sir, Phil's phone number, confidential line." Maria Hill walked to Nick Fury, bent down and reminded softly.

"Come on." Nick Fury immediately cheered up and ordered.

"I've arrived at my destination." Phil Colson said after the call.

"What's the situation?" Nick Fury asked.

"I saw that thing, but I think I need some support." Phil Colson's tone was full of helplessness: "I can't bring it back."

...

Arlington, Pentagon.

General Sedis Ross's office.

A female assistant handed a document report to General Rose's nose.

"This may be more interesting, and we suspect the case was gamma poisoning fainted in Milwaukee. A man drank a guarana drink produced in South America, but he got a little too much energy."

General Sedis Ross, who was smoking a cigar, suddenly stood up from his seat and asked with interest: "Where did the drinks be filled?"

The female assistant looked at the documents and looked up and replied: "Brazil's Podovede."

"Let our agents go to the beverage factory to find a white man and tell them not to touch him! Otherwise he will disappear!" General Ross ordered excitedly with a cigar in his finger.

...

Storm's old house.

"The weather is good today! What do you think, Emma?"

Meng Ao lay comfortably on the recliner on the lawn in the inner courtyard, squinted his eyes and murmured.

Emma, ​​the White Queen beside her, also looked at the night sky, but frowned helplessly at the rumbling sound, as if the rainstorm would be pouring in the next moment. She really didn't understand how this bad weather would be good in Meng Ao's mouth.

The sound of footsteps came.

Meng Ao guessed the person without even looking back: "Ah, is there anything wrong? I told you that I want to be cleansed here without any disturbance."

"A guest is visiting, young master." Old Al's voice rushed into Meng'ao's ears: "It is not a virtue to let the guest wait meaninglessly."

"Guest?" Meng Ao turned his head on the recliner and guessed: "There are not many people who have come to visit me at this time. Is it Nick Fury or Agent Phil? Or Tony?"

"In fact, it's a lady," said Old Al.

"Ms.?" Meng Ao opened his eyes wide, "What's her name?"

"She said her name is Selena." Old Al said a name very smoothly: "And know you."

"I do know it." Meng Ao stood up from the recliner.

In the living room, a black tight leather jacket is full of hot figure, two straight and slender legs with a thrilling and beautiful curve that fit together without any gaps, deeply attracting people's attention.

"Meet again, you look a little embarrassed." Meng Ao raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Selena with a haggard and tired face.

"You once said that when I am desperate, I can come to you. Now that I am here, is your original promise still valid?" Seeing Meng Ao appearing, Selena took over his words and said.

【ps: I have been stuck for three hours, and I have two thousand words in my mind. I am really crazy!

ps: Interview show: The host asked Hulk: What is your specialty? Hulk performed a fist breaking chair on the spot, then punched a wall, showing off what it means to demolish a house with bare hands. Finally, Hulk raised his hands and pounded his chest, showing off his bulging muscles and a toned figure. Note: This picture has been sold for pictorials and has won various bodybuilding medals...]
Chapter completed!