"Call up the list of all Hydra lurkers."

Fury's voice was calm, and he flicked the cigarette ash in his hand lightly, and his eyes fell on the Avengers plan document on the table. The computer responded, and a blue hologram appeared on his desk.

The revealed images of the Hydra characters form a pyramid in the hologram, but what is particularly striking is that each image is marked with a striking red cross, indicating that they have been successfully scooped out.

Fury silently stares at the image of Alexander Pierce at the top of the pyramid, who was his guide and the person he once trusted, but who would have thought that this guy was an undercover agent inserted by Hydra into S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place.

And then there are the Skrulls, who have clearly found out about Hydra, but have chosen to hide it.

It's nice to say, what a 'charcoal in the snow', but when S.H.I.E.L.D. is in trouble, I'm afraid that this group of deformed green-skinned aliens will just stand by and watch.

The weaker they are, the better it is for the Skruls, because then they can send more refugees to Earth.

If he dies or disappears one day, maybe these guys will dare to drag all a million Skrulls to Earth to turn against them!

"Humph!"

Thinking of this, Fury gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table, and the fluttering paper immediately trembled.

Thankfully, White Nights helped him eliminate Hydra and reveal a potential threat from the Skrulls.

But is this man from the future really what he claims to be? Is his background and motivation trustworthy?

He must get to know this person in depth to ensure that he does not become another potential threat to S.H.I.E.L.D. In this world of intrigue and unknowns, you can't trust anyone easily.

But before that.

"Give me a memory extractor, and at the same time activate level 10 protection for the office, no one is allowed to enter."

The black braised egg pressed the cigarette butt and said loudly.

A crack cracked in the ceiling, and a robotic arm poked out of it and handed Fury a high-tech helmet. This helmet has a unique appearance, a metallic finish, and is equipped with a variety of sophisticated sensors and devices, making it look quite advanced.

At the same time, tightly seamed alloy plates began to rise from the doors and windows of the office, sealing the room tightly and ensuring that no one could easily enter.

No one can be trusted, not be it Coulson, Natasha or Clint including Farah who he once trusted, or even himself!

He had to see if there was anything wrong with his memory.

Fury puts on his helmet, and the sensors on his helmet begin to flash blue. The sharp pain that pierced the flesh like a thousand thin needles swelled up in his head, and he immediately screamed in pain:

"Ahhhh Fackahh

After a few seconds, he stopped calling, drooling from the corners of his mouth and slumping into the leather seat, the helmet on his head still shining, illuminating the dimly lit room.

"That's right, Fury, this old boy has finally grown a little."

Looking at the one-eyed black man on the phone screen, Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction, what was the guy who held the Skrull as a treasure and didn't let go.

Now this black braised egg that no one believes in is considered a complete body.

Before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. that day, he had already hacked all the electronic products in the Sanfei Decoration Building, from Fury's personal computer to the cleaner's mobile phone, to ensure that he was always in control of what was happening inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

At this moment, he was walking on the road to Queens, New York City, and the pedestrians around him cast some curious glances from time to time, but not at him, but at another man next to him.

The man beside him was strong and muscular, every muscle as strong as iron, holding up the loose casual shirt. The scars on the man's face are a testament to his fighting journey, and those scars seem to tell of his tenacity and perseverance.

His eyes are deep and sharp, revealing an aura of 'I'm not easy to mess with', which makes people dare not him.

But because of this, passers-by frequently looked sideways and looked curiously at this man who exuded a strong aura. On the sunny street, he contrasts sharply with the peaceful white night, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Frank felt the gazes of the passers-by around him and frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the sights.

He's a warrior, he's a soldier and he's a punisher, but he's definitely not an animal to be seen.

But he didn't want to have a seizure because of this, so he had to avoid those eyes, turned his head to look at Bai Ye beside him and asked, "What happened to Fury in this world just now?" ”

Bai Ye shrugged his shoulders and replied casually, "It's nothing, just help him grow. You know you're here to meet your family today, right? ”

As he spoke, his eyes casually focused on the swaying hem of Frank's shirt, and as they walked, the outline of a pistol emerged.

"Be prepared."

Sensing the sight of the white night, Frank said lightly, he also carried two grenades, a vibranium knife and a special telescopic baton that could be used as a laser gun, and other weapons to ensure that he could fight in any situation.

For now, even if there are no zombies or wasteland warlords in this world, there are many dangers.

In the everyday ecology of New York City, every alley is a Schrödinger's alley, and you never know if it's a gangster or a supervillain, or something worse until you step inside.

"Don't worry about that, we're here to help."

Bai Ye said with a light wave of his hand. Suddenly, a breeze blew, and two extra hot fries appeared in his hands, as if they had appeared out of thin air.

He took the two fries and shook them in front of Frank before shoving them into his mouth.

Frank shook his head and was silent, he was used to it. The two continued walking, and soon came to a white villa in a quiet neighborhood.

It is a two-storey building with a clean white exterior that looks very fresh. The windows of the villa are large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows through which you can see the light inside brightly.

The garden in front of the door is neatly furnished, with a variety of bright flowers and lush greenery, and it seems that the owner of this place is very relaxed.

At the intersection of the main road leading to the main street, there is a white mailbox with a line written in spray paint: "Custer".

This is obviously to remind couriers and postmen to know the owner's name when delivering letters.

Frank looked at the white villa quietly, and for a moment seemed to be in deep thought, his eyes confused and confused.

He's home.

(End of chapter)