"A bunch of hypocritical politicians!"

Nick Fury, who strode out of the White House, cursed in a low voice, since the last time the World Security Council asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to open up some database permissions, some fools who were carried away by interests had to start thinking about other things.

They are like a pack of hungry sideburns dogs, surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D., wanting to bite hard and tear off large chunks of flesh at the slightest opportunity.

I don't want to think about it at all, who is guarding this world?

"Maybe I should have kept a low profile." Fury is well aware of the truth of the tree's big move, and it seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. has indeed been too eye-catching over the years.

He sat in a black Cherokee, holding a file of information about the Sentinel, which didn't have much information, and the other party appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

Even if Fury himself is a top agent, he can't draw any useful clues from it, and it's hard to imagine that with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global surveillance, there are people who don't leave any traces.

Fury judged two possibilities, either the Sentinel himself was a powerful hacker, and he did the thing that hacked into the global network; Or either this mysterious guy of unknown origin is not on this planet at all.

"Who the hell are you?"

The black chief was holding the steering wheel while thinking to himself, and before he could sort out his thoughts, a huge crash suddenly sounded!

On Pennsylvania Avenue on Capitol Hill, a specially reinforced off-road vehicle rushed out sideways, slammed into the black Cherokee that Nick Fury was riding, and the strong force directly caused the metal door to collapse directly.

The black chief, who was bleeding from his nose, shook his head, and the airbag in the driver's seat popped out, slowing down some of the impact for him.

"Fracture detected...... Injection of anesthetic is recommended. The intelligent assistant on the body plays voice.

Before Fury could react, there was another violent impact, the connection was repeated, and the front, back, left and right were blocked by reinforced off-road vehicles.

"Damn! Help me call the Washington, D.C. Police Department! A terrorist attack on Pennsylvania Street! ”

Nick Fury gritted his teeth and pulled out a white potion from the front compartment, he now needs to be sober and calm, first of all, to suppress the pain in his body.

"Sorry, the D.C. Police Department doesn't have a police presence in this area and can't respond." The intelligent assistant replied stereologically.

The off-road vehicle retreated, and many heavily armed soldiers walked down from it, and without much hesitation, they directly raised their submachine guns and began to shoot intensively, the bullets hit the bulletproof glass, and fine cracks bloomed.

It's a driving tool equipped with the highest level of bulletproof equipment, made by Tony Stark that playboy himself, and it is absolutely guaranteed in terms of quality and sturdiness.

"Get me out of here!"

Nick Fury ordered to the intelligent assistant, although this is not as good as Iron Man's Jarvis, but it is enough to deal with the crisis situation.

"The propulsion system is disconnected......" Even in such a moment of crisis, the voice answered with a blank answer.

"Then hurry up and restart!"

The black chief yelled, and the sound of intense shooting echoed outside, and a fire flashed violently, even the most excellent ballistic performance of the vehicle could not withstand such a blow.

Seeing that the Black Cherokee did not fall apart in the heavy fire, the leader immediately ordered his subordinates to lift out the demolition tools shaped like battering rams, four metal brackets were nailed into the ground, and then the front end continued to expand and retract and impact, and the violent force almost overturned the entire car. They used the simplest and most brutal method, blocking the streets for not too long, and they had to complete the task as soon as possible.

"Window integrity 19%...... Offensive measures are proposed. The smart assistant reports the situation.

"Wait a minute!"

Another slam hit that shook Nick Fury out of his seat, but the veteran agent didn't panic too much, he had been fighting all his life, and even in the face of danger, he tried to keep his composure, and only in this way could he find a glimmer of life in it.

"Window integrity 1%."

"Execute!"

The one-eyed black man shouted, his hands quickly clenched the four-barreled machine gun that had ejected from the mezzanine, and a burst of heavy fire cleared the attacking party waiting outside, and finally launched a miniature missile, and the off-road vehicle carrying those people overturned to the ground, and the fire rose into the sky with a violent explosion.

"The rollout system is now connected." At this time, the propulsion system of the body was also restarted.

"Full speed ahead now!"

The black director couldn't help but thank Stark from the bottom of his heart—although he didn't usually have a very good impression of that playboy.

The machine gun unleashed heavy fire, and the black Cherokee crashed into the off-road vehicle that was in the way, flew straight out, and finally escaped from the encirclement.

"Start vertical take-off."

Nick Fury exclaimed that the car was not only equipped with intelligent systems and bulletproof shells, weapons and equipment, but also flying catapult tools to escape if necessary.

"Flight system damage."

Unfortunately, things did not go as smoothly as he thought, and the dense fire strikes rained down, destroying the flight system installed on the car.

"Then turn on the navigation camera and switch to manual driving."

The black chief was not discouraged, and issued a second set of directives, as long as he escaped from Washington, D.C., and delayed until help arrived, then he would be safe.

"Contact Agent Hill." Nick Fury wants to inform another trusted subordinate.

"The communication was cracked and damaged."

"What is undamaged?"

"The air conditioning system is currently working normally."

While having a meaningless conversation with the intelligent assistant, he drove the black Cherokee through the traffic, and the black chief had rushed out of the ambush site on Pennsylvania Avenue, followed by several persevering off-road vehicles, and the two sides were chasing through the crowded traffic.

"There's traffic control ahead." The intelligent assistant calculates the way forward.

"Find another route." The black Cherokee can pass by a bus, dangerous and exciting.

"There is a traffic alert on the Roosevelt Island Bridge, all vehicles are stopped moving forward, and Seventeenth Avenue is clear three blocks later."

According to the route planned by the intelligent assistant, Nick Fury drove the black Cherokee onto a relatively empty highway, with less traffic, in the tense and exciting chase, the one-eyed black man used various means to throw off the attacker who was chasing behind him, he is a well-trained soldier, a tenth-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., with extremely rich combat experience and military knowledge, in front of superheroes, he can only show unparalleled strategic mind, and his own ability is unconsciously ignored.

This S.H.I.E.L.D. chief, who has participated in and passed all the training of the green and black beret special forces, is a top military expert, able to quickly develop corresponding tactical measures according to the changes in the battlefield situation, and to some extent, he can be regarded as a super soldier of the military.

"Can't hold it anymore? I'm going to get you out this time! ”

Nick Fury looked at the attacker who had been thrown off from the rearview mirror, and said fiercely in his heart that if it weren't for Stark's new vehicle, then this time he would have fallen into the hands of that group.

Every time he thought that there was an undercurrent lurking within S.H.I.E.L.D., like a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour, always waiting for an opportunity to destroy this special institution dedicated to maintaining the security of the world in one fell swoop, his heart is full of anxiety.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the front window of the car covered with fine cracks, wearing a black uniform, wearing a semi-face-covering mask, holding a firing gun steadily, his eyes indifferent and emotionless, like a thoughtless machine.

A transparent shock wave rushed out, like a weak field formed by a strong pulse wave, like a large net tightly wrapped around the fast-moving black Cherokee, and the body flipped into the air and fell to the ground, rubbing a harsh sound and a spark on the ground.

Nick Fury struggled to keep his eyes open as he saw the black figure approach, pulling the door open with a metal arm, and his consciousness went dark.