Nick Fury patted his black leather coat covered with lime nonchalantly, his single black eye flashing like the light after taking a hallucinogen. He strode out of the abandoned building and stood next to the empty trash can next to the building. Those addicted
Gentlemen have nothing, let alone household garbage. They try every means to exchange everything around them for drugs, even the urine of the drug addicts who live in the same building - people after drug addiction are like animals.
Nick Fury has seen this scene more than once. In the neighborhood where he grew up, opium, morphine, heroin, LSD, cocaine and cocaine were curses hovering over everyone's head, along with anti-war culture, hippies and
Domestic garbage is flowing everywhere - some Americans will blame the Chinese for the American habit of smoking opium, the blacks for the cocaine epidemic, and the Mexicans for the cocaine epidemic, but Nick Fury has known since he was a child that adults
Drug addiction has nothing to do with race, it is purely a matter of personal will.
That's why he worked hard to climb out of that neighborhood, join the Vietnam War, and become an agent.
In a sense, he escaped the most common fate of black Americans - dying on the street from drugs or being shot by the police.
"I dare say that what SHIELD does makes the world a better place. But we can't take care of everyone, and we can't completely eradicate drugs. That's not within the jurisdiction of SHIELD." He said loudly, "I stand.
Aren't you willing to step out of the shadows and talk to me in this place that neither satellites nor surveillance cameras can detect?"
"It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to do it. I don't have to make excuses for myself anymore. Without drugs, SHIELD's budget will be cut. It's like the CIA's black budget, isn't it?" Salomon walked out slowly.
Shadow, enduring the stench of excrement and vomit all over the floor. He tiptoed carefully past the reused syringes and dirt, and raised his eyebrows at Nick Fury, who was standing in the moonlight, "The people in that building are...
You have dedicated everything you have to building the aircraft carrier, shouldn't you thank them?"
"As I said, I didn't know anything about Hydra in the past."
"Okay, okay, I didn't come here to hear this." Salomon waved his hand impatiently. "I want to know where you hid the green-skinned aliens." He said, "According to
As far as I know, the Skrulls have not found a new home. So they must still be thriving on Earth... Where are the Skrulls, Nick Fury?"
"Are you completely unwilling to believe in aliens?" Nick Fury stared at the mystic with one eye, "Even if they have good intentions. What about the Asgardians? Why didn't I see you raise your sword against Thor?
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"No way, legally we are a vassal state of Asgard. At least the fact that the earth does not have to pay taxes now is something that His Holiness fought for. And I have raised my sword, but you haven't seen that in terms of safeguarding human sovereignty,
Kama Taj's knees are harder than anyone else's." Salomon looked disdainful and said with a thick nasal voice, "This has nothing to do with whether aliens are friendly or not. The characteristics of the Skrulls and their origins are
It's enough for me to kill them. And the Skrulls you see now are just the product of the gene stabilization - by the way, let me tell you a secret that the green amoeba will not tell you. In the Skrulls
In human religious prophecies, the earth is the place where this race will be resurrected. So the Skrulls you see on the earth are all fanatic believers. They believe in Claiborne and other Skrull gods.
But those gods have long been killed by the Asgardians."
Nick Fury stared at Salomon and stopped talking.
"So only idiots would believe in the Skrulls. No matter whether those guavas are friendly or not, they are aliens that cannot coexist peacefully with humans, or even with any race." Salomon said, "I know
Can you contact them and tell me where they are?"
"What kind of car did you drive here, or did you take the portal?" Nick Fury changed the subject. Salomon readily accepted this change. In his opinion, Nick Fury just couldn't let go of his dignity.
I want to say something else first.
"I ride a horse." He whistled, and then a black shire horse walked out of the shadowed street corner. The horse was two meters high at the shoulders, and only this kind of horse could match his height. "This is
Dickens, the first horse in the manor stable, is also my most common horse." He said, "I can't just ride Pegasus on a regular basis, right?"
"Salomon..." Nick Fury sighed, "I need them, and I don't completely trust the Skrulls."
"I know, but what's the use? Your subjective initiative has no effect on the Skrulls." Salomon pulled the reins and jumped on the horse's back. The tall horse snorted. Obviously, it also
Don't like the environment here. "You will gather them, won't you?" He said, "That's your only trump card now... Probably, but they are the only ones that can work for you now. Since you don't want to tell me
, then I will wait for you to gather them, the Skrulls who are separated from the society of other species are no threat."
"I can take them out of the Earth. The World Security Council doesn't know the locations of all the S.H.I.E.L.D. bases. I can give them to you. I know you won't use those bases, but those bases contain the files left behind by S.H.I.E.L.D.
.I think you need that. In exchange, let me take the Skrulls."
"Very well, you delayed your death." Salomon gently pulled the reins to the right. Dickens slowly turned in a circle and stepped through the portal. The horse was bullied by Pegasus.
He has a bad temper - Pegasus is taller, stronger and has a worse temper. "As soon as possible, my patience is not very good."
After the swirling sparks lighting up the dark streets disappeared, Nick Fury took out his cell phone and made a call.
"It's okay, Agent Romanoff." His face was gloomier compared to the night, "This matter has been resolved. Agent Hill will issue orders to you in the future, and she will assume the responsibility of the commander. I will disappear
For a while, I'm going to a place where even Salomon can't be found. No, don't worry, even if the attack on Hydra is exposed, it won't be a big problem. Pay more attention to Coulson's team...
Salomon cares too much about him, which is abnormal, and I don't believe he will do useless work."
Natasha Romanoff hung up the phone and looked up at Salomon sitting behind the desk. The black horse occupied a quarter of the office, and it wanted to taste the parchment.
"Nick Fury is leaving Earth," she said.
"I know." The Mystic Mage winked playfully, with a smile on his perfectly sculpted face, "I also know where he will go. Nick Fury always thinks that I don't know what he is doing.
, in fact, I know everything. Although the prophecy can only see some fragments, what I have just done is to analyze the necessary factors for the realization of the prophecy through some information, and then advance the prophecy at key nodes."
"Are you really going to let those aliens go? Or, Nick Fury?"
"Furry is very useful," Salomon said with a smile, "and what he is going to do is what I want him to do. I won again, and he knows it."
"Where is your maid?" Natasha was horrified.
The artificial man who was inseparable from Salomon suddenly disappeared, which gave her an ominous premonition.
"She went to take care of some things. I think she will be back in two hours."