The atmosphere in the basement was eerily silent, with only the beams of Fury and Coulson's flashlights shuttling through the darkness, illuminating all corners of the room. The light of the flashlight falls on the old walls, peeling paint, and broken tables and chairs, creating a picture of discarded and forgotten.

Fury quickly scanned the room, his brow furrowed, his eyes focused and alert. Coulson walked along the wall on the other side, flashlight in hand, looking for any clues. There was a faint smell of dampness in the room, making their breathing unusually heavy.

Suddenly, Coulson's flashlight shines into a corner and a seemingly inconspicuous small detail is discovered. There is a broken tile on the wall that appears to be different from the surrounding wall texture. He took a closer look, tapped lightly, and saw that the tile seemed to be movable.

"Fury, come and see here." Coulson whispered, motioning for Fury to come and help. They illuminated the tile with a flashlight and found that it had tiny depressions around the edges that appeared to be a hidden button.

Fury frowned, his hand reaching for the tile and gently pressing down on the depression. With a soft thud, the tiles began to loosen, and the entire wall slowly cracked to reveal a hidden storage room.

The chamber within the chamber is stacked with old books, papers, and strange technological contraptions.

The two agents exchanged glances, walked in and began to look through the documents and materials. The document contains information about experiments and research, and appears to be related to the angel who soaked in formalin. Technological devices are highly advanced instruments, including biodetectors and energy regulators.

"Telepathy. A prototype of a shielder? Fury pulled out a stack of old papers and frowned as he read the handwritten title on it. The documents were quite old and the handwriting was somewhat blurred, but the words in the title caught his attention.

He carefully flipped through the documents and found them to contain experimental notes, drawings, and scientific notes. These documents appear to be research reports on a device known as a 'Telepathic Shielding Device', which, according to the documents, appears to be designed to prevent or interfere with the telepathic transmission of psychic energy from superpowered individuals.

Fury carefully flipped through the stack of old papers, page by page, each page of records and experimental results related to telepathic shielding devices, often referring to an unknown group of superpowers.

However, when he turned to the last page of the document, his eyes suddenly widened, he could barely believe his eyes, his heart beat faster and he was short of breath.

Because, the signatory on the last page turned out to be - Nick Fury, that is, this plan was passed by himself ten years ago!

"Coulson, you've got to look at this." Fury said in a deep voice, showing the page to Coulson, pointing his finger to the signature on it.

"How is this possible, wait, you just said that your memory has been tampered with." Coulson's voice was full of shock and disbelief. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, as if trying to clear his thoughts through this action.

The world became more and more complicated, and in just a few days it became something he couldn't understand at all.

Fury nodded, took a deep breath and responded, "Yes, Coulson, my memories have been tampered with. The name appears on the project's documents, possibly in connection with that tampering. ”

"And as for why there is a telepathic shielding project, I can probably see why," Fury whispered, narrowing his remaining eyes.

My memory has been tampered with, and the means are perfect, if it weren't for the use of a memory extractor this time, I'm afraid I would still be in the dark.

And the telepathic shielding device was probably created in the first place to prevent this guy who has the ability to modify other people's memories, but who did it? Why did he do it?

With questions in mind, the two continued to rummage through the basement separately, searching for possible clues. The flashlight's beam swept over documents and instruments, each of which could hide important information.

Fury stopped at a dilapidated wooden table, his fingers touching the surface of the wooden table, feeling a dent. He pressed it gently, and one side of the wooden table opened to reveal a hidden drawer with a photograph lying inside.

This group photo shows a kind bald middle-aged man in a wheelchair, with a smile on his face and looking kind and warm. Next to the middle-aged man stood a short, stout man with a cold complexion, looking out of the camera, as if he was not interested in this photography.

What shocked Fury even more was that he himself appeared in this group photo, with the young Fury standing next to the two in the photo, with his hands behind his back.

"Shhhh The moment he saw the bald head in a wheelchair, Fury's brain tingled suddenly, and he subconsciously let out a cry of pain, raising his hand and gently pressing his temple.

This man in a wheelchair must be critical, absolutely the answer to all mysteries, as for the short man next to him who owes him eight million? Probably just a bodyguard.

"Fury! I've found something here! Coulson shouted suddenly, waving a photo in his hand. Fury approached, took the photograph and looked at it closely.

In the photo, the waves gently lap against the golden sand, and the sun shines on the beach, creating a peaceful and beautiful picture. However, striking is that next to the beach, there is an angel in black trousers, who is lying on the beach with a small hole in his neck clearly visible, which seems to have been pierced by a bullet.

"Looks like this is our 'angel'." Coulson said and pointed outside the secret room, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that the one soaked in formalin was not really an angel, just a man with a pair of wings.

"Who the hell are they? This 'angel' and the man in the wheelchair," Fury said to himself, gently stroking the photo. These two strange characters have a strong connection to his past, but his memories do not show any traces of them.

"I'll tell you who they are."

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind the two of them. Fury and Coulson reacted immediately, quickly drawing their weapons and pointing at the source of the sound.

White Night's eyes were deep and mysterious, and Quicksilver stood beside him, alert and ready to act.

"Put down your gun, Coulson." After thinking for half a second, the black boiled egg frowned and said, so far, Bai Ye has never done anything unfavorable to S.H.I.E.L.D., but has helped a lot.

Although not to the point where he can be completely trusted, Hakuya also proves that he is not a threat.

As for why he would know that he and Coulson were here. This can be left out for the time being.

(End of chapter)