While a new storm is brewing in the streets of New York City, the inside of the Three Flying Decorations is still very busy, and the aftermath of the Hydra incident is still spreading in circles.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is not the only one whose interior is secretly infiltrated by Hydra, and identifying and eliminating these remnants of snakeheads has become S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top priority at the moment.

But that's not Nick Fury's number one priority.

The Director's office was dark, with only a faint light shining onto the floor through the half-drawn shutters, creating a faint light. A few cold pizzas were piled up on the desk, and the bright colors stood out in the dimly lit room.

"Didi. Drip. Drop."

Fury reclined in his chair, one hand lazily resting on the arm of the chair and the other on his head. The helmet on his head was emitting a faint blue light, and a small screen embedded in it was displaying complex data and information.

"Alas"

The one-eyed man took off his helmet and placed it on the table with a tired face, his eyes were misty and hollow, and the corners of his mouth still had crumbs of pizza, looking a little messy and sloppy.

It's been a day, and it's been a full day since he's been in his office and searching his memories repeatedly, and it's been a day he's searched over and over again all his memories from the age of wearing diapers to the day before yesterday when he saw the man who claimed to be from the future.

The results showed: everything is normal, normal can no longer be normal.

But 'normal' has become a sensitive word for Fury at this time, and everything is too normal but it is the biggest abnormality.

While no anomalies have been found in his memories, it is also possible that this is a disguise, or a deeply implanted memory. He began to wonder if there was some kind of distortion between his perception and reality, or if someone was manipulating his mind.

The blue light emitted by the helmet on the table gradually became more dazzling in his eyes, as if to warn him of something.

The silence of the office is only broken by the sound of Fury's breathing and the faint sound of electronic devices. The space is full of loneliness and loneliness, as if it were a forgotten corner, where only cold technology and leftover food accompany the one-eyed man, isolating him from the outside world.

After a long silence, he said, "Computer, is there a possibility that my memory has been tampered with?" ”

After a brief silence, the AI responded in an emotionless voice, "Yes, Director Fury, based on my analysis of your memories and data, there is a possibility that your memories have been tampered with, but the probability is as low as "

Hearing this, the one-eyed man did not hesitate to stretch out his hand again to put on his helmet and command loudly: "Maximum power mode!" ”

The intelligent AI in the room responded in a split second: "Are you sure, Director?" According to reliable data calculations, the maximum power pattern of the memory extractor is very unstable. Doing so can have unpredictable effects on your physical and mental health. ”

Fury ignored the AI's warnings and needed to find the answer as soon as possible, and the memory extractor in max power mode might be the only way, "I'm sure!" Execute my orders! ”

With his command, the AI stopped retorting, the helmet began to emit an even more intense blue light, and the hidden devices in the room began to hum. Fury closes his eyes, ready for the process of memory retrieval, determined to unravel the mystery, no matter the cost.

At first, everything was relatively calm, except for the blue light on the helmet flickering. However, as time passed, he began to feel a sharp pain coming from within, like hundreds of needles piercing his brain.

His eyes rolled instantly, the corners of his mouth began to tremble, and the pain made him scream miserably. The entire room began to shake in view, as if it shook with his pain. At this moment, the blue light on the helmet suddenly turned a blinding red, like the flames of hell burning in his mind.

Blood poured from Fury's nostrils and ears, mingling with painful groans, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

"I want to know the truth!" He said in a hoarse voice, refusing to give up even in excruciating pain. Blurry images began to appear in his mind, and as the pain intensified, the memories began to slowly become clearer.

It was a dark basement with a heavy smell of dampness all around. A faint light spilled on the ground out of nowhere, outlining a blurred shadow.

His attention was drawn to the center of the room, and out of the corner of his memory, he could vaguely catch a glimpse of what seemed to be something particularly important there, but it was vague, soaked in a pale blue liquid that made people feel creepy.

Fury tried to make sense of the scene, but the pain made him barely able to concentrate. He felt that he had witnessed this scene with his own eyes, but this memory was buried deep in his heart, as if it was out of some kind of fear, and it seemed that someone had deliberately buried it.

Suddenly, a string of numbers and a string of names popped into his mind, and he realized that these were the key. He thought desperately, trying to capture the information, the pain was still going on, but he had to hurry.

"Uh-"

Fury struggled to roll off his chair and fell to the floor. The moans and screams from his mouth had become indescribable, but he struggled to get up, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the numbers and names almost in a frenzy.

His hands trembled, but the information was crucial, perhaps the key to solving the mystery, and after barely finishing the number and names, Fury threw his helmet off his head with the last of his strength, let out a muffled thud, and leaned weakly against the corner, his chest heaving rapidly.

His head was dizzy and his heart was beating unusually fast. The process of retrieving his memories over and over again almost tortured him to the point of exhaustion.

Fury struggled to open his eyes and struggled to look inside the office, now too weak to make it to the infirmary on his own. He needed the help of someone he could reasonably trust.

"Lift the tenth-level alert, called. Tell Coulson to have him alone to take me to the infirmary, and he will be alone. Fury said weakly and tremblingly, and then fell headlong to the ground, still clutching the bloodstained note in his hand.

Moments before consciousness faded, he saw the closed office door open automatically, and Agent Mask, whose hairline was dangerous, rushed in, reaching out to try to help him.

"Empty irrelevant personnel. Don't let anyone see what I've got in my hands," and after spitting out the last few words, the one-eyed man passed out completely.

(End of chapter)