Nick Fury lives in a single apartment in Washington, D.C., near Constitution Avenue.

When the morning sun shone through the window, his body jumped up from the bed as if it had a spring.

The right hand reached for the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a screeching sound.

"Mommy Fake! Don't be late for the first day of employment! ”

Young Fury said his mantra as he quickly rushed into the bathroom.

After ten minutes of personal hygiene, he looked in the mirror and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

Put on a plain suit and comb your hair to look like an adult – the next step can be omitted.

When Fury was a student, he realized that he had the potential to become a black singer.

He once had an explosive head and an electric guitar in his arms, and he almost got knocked off the stage when he roared at an event held by a community school.

Since then, Fury has lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off his exploding hair that was swollen like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing one.

Unfortunately, there is no rap format at the moment, jazz and rock music are popular.

Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, he may be able to debut and become an idol.

"Have a hot dog! Don't forget to add spicy meat sauce! ”

Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.

He lives in an African-American community, and the environment is not good.

Gangs are rampant, there is always a bad smell wafting in the corridors, and there will be burglaries or thefts every once in a while.

The only good thing is that the rent is cheap enough.

"You look like you've won the lotto."

The stall owner handed over the generously sized hot dog with spicy meat sauce, and it was clear that it was a special treat.

In the past, when he was blackmailed by gang members, Fury helped and stopped the other party's behavior.

As the "strip" in the mouth of the gangsters, he is quite deterrent to those street gangsters.

"It's pretty much the same as that. Rubio, who is your favorite star? ”

Fury takes a bite of the hot dog sprinkled with sauce and has a satisfied look on his face.

"Betty Pegg! She's so sexy that I do ...... to her posters almost every day"

"Male! I mean male stars! Please, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing you say how you do traditional crafts. ”

Fury quickly interrupted the other party, he also has a sexy poster of Betty Page at home, but the most he can do is to take a few glances before going to bed, and then try to have a beautiful dream.

"Well, probably Clark Gable, I love his One Night."

The stall owner scratched his head, and when it came to male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars, and behaved calmly.

"Then you can think that I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon - working for my own adoration, what's the difference between winning the lotto?"

Between Fury's words, he showed excitement.

"Then I'd rather win the lotto!"

The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.

The latter didn't say much, he couldn't have publicized the fact that he had been received by Superman.

"Have a nice day."

Fury quickly eats his caloric breakfast, says goodbye to the hot dog stall owner, and flops a taxi.

"It seems that I will have to buy a car in the future, I don't know if the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have any relevant subsidies."

With this in mind, Fury stepped into the door of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time for nine o'clock clock.

"Hello, I'm Nick Fury."

He followed the guidance of the front desk and took the elevator to the storage area of the logistics department.

He received two sets of work uniforms to prove his identity, a pistol and a fixed number of bullets.

Subsequently, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process to complete the entry procedures.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Fury."

The management of the personnel department reached out and showed a certain level of goodwill.

"There's a task for you in the organization."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes, he didn't expect to receive the above task on the first day of work.

Is the working atmosphere of S.H.I.E.L.D. so strong and the working environment so intense?

"Can I know what the mission is?"

Fury subconsciously asked.

He is currently an agent in the Intelligence Service.

As a newcomer, it is usually a few days to adapt to the group and integrate into the group before officially participating in various actions.

"You'll find out soon."

The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with envious eyes.

"This is a good thing that many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. can't look forward to!"

Fury, who was full of questions, followed the other party's instructions and came to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D.

A rather low-key black car, with a "snap", turned on the headlights and shone on his body.

The driver, dressed in military uniform, handed the key to Fury and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is up to you." ”

What works?

Drive?

Fury took the key.

He also thought that it would be some dangerous mission to spy on suspicious people and track down foreign spies, but he didn't expect to be a driver.

Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, was suddenly a little bored.

"By the way, there are still some questions that you need to answer."

The driver took out a note and read it, "Do you have a driver's license?" How many years of driving experience? Is the technology good enough? Will...... Drain bends? ”

In these years, you have to drive a car and learn how to turn the drain?

Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people, as the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, the technical requirements are very high."

The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.

At this time, the window was lowered, revealing a young face.

It was Luke himself.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like a Sichuan opera with a look of surprise, and said softly, "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?" ”

"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to do odd jobs in a garage and not only can drive, but I'm also an old driver! ”

Knowing that he was working as a driver for Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs, ups and downs.

He was instantly full of yearning for this job.

The mouth was like a cannon, and he spat out a large paragraph: "As for the bend in the drain...... I haven't tried it yet, but if there is a requirement for this, I can go back and practice for a few days, which shouldn't be a difficult trick! ”

"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."

Luke waved noncommittally and said with a smile, "I'm going to attend the Pentagon's lunchtime meeting, and I hope you won't make me late." ”

Fureira opened the door and sat inside.

Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, light the fire to warm up, and start the engine.

Perhaps because of nervousness, the black sedan shook violently.

Swing back and forth, side to side.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little ...... Nervous! ”

Young Fury was sweating profusely, and when he observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror, he found that the other party was not dissatisfied, and his heart relaxed.

"I'm starting to worry a little bit about my personal safety – I think it's the safety of the body. Agent Fury. ”

Luke's eyes twinkled, and he said gently.