As night approached, Nick Fury stood in front of the window, looking out over the rushing Potomac River, and in the faint light, a marble obelisk pierced into the sky like a sharp sword, a monument to George Washington, the first president of the United States.

Twenty minutes earlier, the black bureau chief had received a private phone call from the vice president's staff, and without the expected strong condemnation or harsh reprimand, the politically ambitious vice president only inquired about the situation in a friendly manner, and hung up after a few minutes of greetings.

Fury was silent for a long time, and he had just learned that the vice president, who was born in South Carolina and served as the majority whip of the House of Representatives, was a good father who loved his daughter in addition to being a veteran politician with great political ambitions and a promising future.

Francis Underwood, whose daughter has a disability in her right leg, and his wife often sighs because of this, and his daughter also has a slight tendency to depression, according to information obtained by S.H.I.E.L.D., the blonde angelic cutie has also had a suicide experience.

And Ambrera's Kreese potion, which has not yet been marketed, was specially developed for patients with mutilated limbs, and the young man with a radiant appearance may have hooked up with Vice President Underwood through this relationship, but it is unknown whether there is a deeper deal in it.

"I don't believe you can get ahead of anyone else every time." Fury stared at Sean on the holographic projection, his voice cold.

At first, he was suspicious of the other party, just because of the occupational disease of a secret service chief, but after a detailed investigation, it was found that this young man was really suspicious, he was always like a bystander, wandering on the edge of various events, seemingly unrelated to him, but in fact full of many strange things that needed to be pondered.

Nick Fury, who has served as a senior member of many intelligence services, knows that there are no such successes in this world as a series of coincidences, and if this happens, it only proves that everything is a man-made or directed drama.

The pressure exerted by a vice president was not enough to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to back down, even though the black chief knew that the White House and the military had a long history of dissatisfaction with him, and perhaps this time the politicians would seize the opportunity to make things difficult.

"Sir, a call from the Pentagon."

Nick Fury answered the communication with a gloomy face, and General Ross's voice came from the other end, and he could almost imagine the arrogant face of this hawkish general in the military.

If the White House's dissatisfaction with S.H.I.E.L.D. is only due to the isolation of power, so that even the president cannot directly command this large-scale secret agency, then the hostility of the military is due to the terrible power of S.H.I.E.L.D. led by Fury, which overrides the Pentagon and various intelligence agencies.

This huge organization, rooted in the United States, can directly draw personnel from the four major intelligence agencies, recruit agents, and apply for funding directly from the (US national intelligence unit) and the Department of Defense, so it does not need to be constrained by the White House and the military.

Presumably, when the World Security Council chose to expand this institutional department, which was formerly known as the Strategic Science Corps, no one could have imagined that such a huge organization with power spread all over the world would be born.

Hearing the fierce scolding on the phone, Fury replied lightly: "Of course I know that Mr. Sypers is a very good young man...... I'm just asking him to come back and help with some small matters, and I ask you to rest assured that we will definitely get him back safely...... How long will it take? You know, interrogation...... Assisting in the investigation always takes a little time. ”

As much as the one-eyed black man hated the politicians, he had to admit that their tricks of rambling and diverting the subject worked very well in the current situation.

About forty minutes later, the topic had moved from S.H.I.E.L.D. to Sean, to military operations in Central Asia and the construction of the Pentagon's intelligence network, and no matter how General Ross roared on the other end of the phone, Nick Fury was chattering about trivial things as if he were talking to an old friend.

With a loud "bang", the phone cut to a busy tone, and the black director pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I'm a lot older, and my temper is still so short-tempered." ”

Putting down the phone in his hand, the smile gradually retracted, Nick Fury's one-eyed eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, he was like an old hunter, watching the prey that fell into the trap struggle desperately.

"Who else, Osborne Industries? Or some other chaebol power? He snorted.

This suspicious New York genius is indeed well-connected, whether it is a high-powered vice president or a powerful general in the Pentagon, he is willing to speak for him, but S.H.I.E.L.D. is different from other intelligence agencies or government departments, even with pressure from two big shots, Fury feels that he can still withstand it.

He looked at the young man being interrogated by Grant Ward in the video, and this was just the first simple torture, and there were more ways to wait for Sean.

Even the Nazis who had fanatical beliefs during World War II, after being concocted by S.H.I.E.L.D., as long as they did not succeed in committing suicide by poisoning, basically confessed all the secrets in their heads.

This huge organization that is said to maintain world order and stability, and the blood and terror hidden behind it are no less than that of another famous organization, Hydra.

In the middle of his thoughts, the phone rang again, and Fury glanced at it, and it was not Osborne Industries or other chaebol groups that he expected.

Tony...... I didn't expect you to call me. The black chief was surprised.

"Pepper told me that you took the partner Stark Industries had so hard to find." "Don't wait until tomorrow morning," said the playboy's lazy voice, "all of New York will know that a promising young man who is the epitome of the modern American Dream has been brutally imprisoned by an unknown intelligence organization." ”

"They didn't produce the warrants they issued, they didn't get the approval of Congress or any official body, and with that, there was all kinds of public opinion, and presumably the White House won't be on your side, and those politicians will just take advantage of the situation and emphasize the importance of power needs to be controlled."

Tony Stark said casually, in a nonchalant tone: "Guess the World Security Council, is it possible to continue to let things ferment, you can't come up with any evidence to accuse Sean, even if there is evidence, those big people will think that you are making a fuss, and it is not a major crisis that destroys the world, it is not worth the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. at all." ”

Nick Fury was silent for a long time before he spoke, "When did you know so much about S.H.I.E.L.D.?" ”

"Uh...... To be honest, your database firewall is too simplistic, and it only took me more than an hour to break it, even though it didn't get into the core data...... But don't worry, I'll help you close the hole before I leave. ”

Tony seemed quite proud, and the black director's face became a little darker, and instead of paying attention to Stark's nonsense, he asked, "I can't figure out why you're helping Sean Sypers." ”

"If you mean, why would I help a villain who may be a sinister and cunning villain who may be true to all kinds of evil, I don't think the question is pointless."

"Ever since I was eight years old, I learned that my father was an arms dealer and that there was no such thing as a pure camp of good and evil, and that my father often used to say that 'many more people die every year from smoking than with weapons, but cigarettes are not sold, and the guns I sell are at least with safety bolts'!"

"Of course, I also know that the so-called arms dealers sell weapons to protect the country, which is just a beautiful lie. There are three types of arms trading in the world, white legal, black illegal, and Stark Industries' favorite gray before, a successful arms dealer does all three. ”

Tony, far away in Stark's mansion, was lying on the breezy terrace, the Ark reactor in his chest refreshed, and his body was full of vitality.

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