“！ My brother! When S.H.I.E.L.D.'s transport plane landed on the unnamed island, Nick Fury's face darkened when he saw the French guy and the vodka-flavored hairs that greeted him.

"I'm sorry, but this is a private island, so please leave your weapons here first!" Seeing that the S.H.I.E.L.D. visitor was about to go straight inside, an old French man in a suit and leather shoes walked forward with a tray wearing white gloves.

"What if I didn't!" One-eyed staring at each other, Nick Fury waited for the other party to dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction before ordering the ready commandos to land on the island, and all these ill-intentioned guys were taken out of the way.

"This guest, it's useless for you to be difficult for us, today's auction will not directly deliver what you want, we are just an agent!"

"Fark!" Fury huffed and took out his own Glock from his waist and patted it on the tray.

"Now it's okay!"

"Uh-huh!" The old Frenchman looked at the other man carefully, then coughed at the hairy bear man behind him, and the latter pulled it out of his suit pocket............ A metal scanner.

"I'm sorry!" The hairy bear man carried the scanner and started scanning from top to bottom, and when it swept to Nick Fury's chest, the scanner beeped.

"Ahem!" Nick Fury blushed and took another Glock from his coat pocket.

"Look, as an agent king of kings, it's normal for me to have a few more pistols on me!" Finding that several of his subordinates behind him and several people on the other side were looking at him with strange eyes, Nick Fury explained strongly.

"No problem!" The metal scanner continued to descend, and the belt began to ring again.

"This is my survival belt, not a gun!"

Didi!

With a fighting knife on his thigh, a miniature pistol on his calf, a revolver behind his waist, and leather boots with daggers and fishing line, Nick Fury gave everyone on the field a very professional show of what it means to be the king of spies.

"There's nothing now, I can go in!" Looking at the defensive weapon with three trays in front of him, Nick Fury asked without blushing and without a heartbeat.

"Of course, please come in! This is your hand, and you can use it to take your weapon with you when the auction is over! ”

"Humph!" After snorting coldly, Nick Fury disdainfully walked into the so-called auction hall, which was actually an open-air garden-like space isolated by trees, with six rows of wooden benches and a high platform in the middle, and the six rows of wooden chairs were almost full at this moment.

"Head, our communications are disrupted! There are high-power signal jammers around here, and the radio is useless! Agent Simon, who was also dressed in black, including his face, whispered.

"Don't worry, we've already sealed off this area, and they won't be able to run away by then!"

After carefully looking at the people sitting on the stool, Nick Fury recognized the identities of many people, the black millet warlords in Africa, the white gloves in some European countries, and even a few men with Asian faces, Nick Fury thought that the other party was a rabbit, but after seeing the sitting posture and speaking accent of these Asians, he found that it was a stick and a foot basin chicken, and these two seemed to have formed a team!

"Take pictures of these guys, and when you go back, you'll check the water meter!" The jumping stick and the footbasin chicken are already difficult to carry out the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. because of the complex relationship in the country, and now these guys still want to come over to buy a big killing weapon? Is it because American dad's stick isn't hard enough or is Asia too quiet?

"Gentlemen, welcome all here, now we will go straight to the auction and bring you our first and only item, the nano decomposition warhead from The Macallan Group, and of course, before starting the auction, let us first thank Mr. McCarron for his sponsorship!"

"Poof!" The Macallan, who was watching the auction from afar through the Internet, sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his screen, what is a murderous heart! That's it, he has now determined who the guy who pits himself is, and the video from the giant god is mercilessly mocking his wishful thinking, but the problem is that he can't figure out who is the inner ghost and his own subordinate? Or maybe it's Rex's Hydra? But these don't matter anymore, he just needs to know that after this auction is over, if he doesn't run away, it's really over!

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"Seven six hundred million~" a voice with a strong accent shouted in English.

"Okay, 760 million, is there anything higher?" The host in charge of the auction is a beautiful lady wearing a beautiful long dress, and a smile can make people feel the spring breeze, and many customers have been stirred by her emotions and began to shout with their necks.

"Everyone, everyone must know the effect of this warhead very well, this will be a necessary part of the decisive victory in modern warfare, it only takes one shot to wipe out the enemy's armored army, 760 million, is there anyone who pays a higher price?"

"Eight hundred million!" The cigar-holding warlord raised his right hand stuffed with gold rings, and shouted that there are a lot of gold mines and blood diamond mines in his territory, as well as oil and uranium mines, and the annual income is tens of billions, in order to maintain his rule, he uses this money to train the army to buy the hearts of the people, so it is not a problem for him to buy another warhead, in fact, he wants to buy the Paladin mothership of the giant god, but he was rejected by the giant god on the grounds that it is only sold to sovereign countries.

"800 million, this gentleman paid 800 million, does anyone else pay a higher price?"

"Billion!" This time it was the people from the European Union who were jumping, and the old Europe wanted to get the goods from the Macallan, but it was difficult to produce warheads, and they couldn't make them in three or four years, so they could only choose this faster way!

"Sir!" Seeing that the price of one billion came out and the other guests were about to give up, Simmons shouted a little anxiously for the boiled eggs.

"Wait!" Nick Fury has lost patience, and he is determined to finally make a high price to overwhelm everyone, and then when he gets the warhead, he will send a tomahawk to everyone on the field one by one!

"A billion twice~"

Before the third sentence of the host of "Billion ......" was finished, Nick Fury raised his hand.

"1.5 billion! No matter who bids again, S.H.I.E.L.D. will always be 100 million higher than his offer! And we'll also be giving away a 1,200 kg Tomahawk for free! With that, the boiled egg stood up, and his sharp eyes swept over everyone, not hiding the killing intent in it.

"Sir, it's useless for you to threaten people like that!" The little white face from Europe still wanted to fight against these barbaric Yankees, but as soon as he stood up, he was pulled down by his companions, joking that EU civil servants are fat, and if you offend the other party, you just wait to go into the refugee camp and give the black corn a bath!

"Okay, then 1.5 billion once, 1.5 billion twice, 1.5 billion 3 times, congratulations to this gentleman, you have captured this nano warhead!" It was also the first time that the host had seen someone give missiles at an auction, but her good professionalism still made her react quickly.

"One?" The boiled egg suddenly felt a buzzing in his head. It's like a nerve that has been suddenly severed.

"Yes, our consignor delivered a warhead! Now he's yours! "The old man who had just given Nick Fury a gun handed him a tablet.

"After you allocate the funds, the tablet will show the location of the warhead, and you can go and pick up the goods yourself!"

"Okay, thanks! So can I ask you guys where the other warheads go? ”

"The United Nations!" The host glanced at the old man behind him, and after the other party nodded, he whispered.

"The United Nations? There are so many countries in the United Nations, you ......" Nick, who came to an abrupt end, came back to his senses, damn it, I said why didn't I see rabbits and big hairy people!

"Black, it's really black!" Nick Fury's nose was crooked.

"Simmons, I'll send someone to tie up those sticks and the EU guys in disguise, this money, let them out!"

"Yes, sir!"

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