SHIELD building, top floor office.
This is the office space for the director and senior staff. They are responsible for dispatching agent missions around the world and tracking daily information on superheroes and super criminals.
In addition to Nick Fury, other senior managers such as deputy directors, human resources managers, etc. also work here.
Inside an office.
"Hey, aren't you going down for a checkup, Pierce?"
Operations Director Lord said to his chief officer.
"At my age, there is no difference between a medical examination and a court verdict. I'd better stay here quietly and welcome retirement without any worries."
Pierce is the deputy director and has served as acting director many times, but in terms of seniority, he is much older than Nick Fury.
"Oh, is this still the same vigorous agent? The guy who once flew a Blackbird reconnaissance plane to the North Pole alone, parachuted onto the ice sheet, chiseled through the ice in the temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius, dived hundreds of meters to the bottom of the sea, and cut open the natural gas pipeline of the red opponent? Now he is afraid of physical examinations."
"Don't joke with an old man like me, Loud. My body is the result of my love of the limelight when I was young, so I know where my injuries are better than those cold machines." Pierce smiled with wrinkles all over his face. "I'm not far from retirement. I'll have to go ice fishing and boating on Lake Lanier in Atlanta. If anything is found out, I'll have to look at the clock on the wall in the nursing home."
"Think about it from another angle, Pierce. What if after a physical examination, Nick is reluctant to exploit your labor force? Can't you retire early?"
"Come on, Lord, I have to stand guard for S.H.I.E.L.D. for the last two years. These two years are not like when we were younger. The endless emergence of superheroes is really overwhelming."
Pierce smiled, shook his head and lay down on the leather chair.
"Oh, it's you, old Pierce—"
Operations Director Lord was about to continue chatting when a message suddenly came through his phone, stopping him in his tracks.
At the same time, opposite him, old Pierce also sat up straight.
"What is Nick Fury doing?" He and Lord looked at each other, without the ease and leisure just now, and a serious look appeared on their faces.
"Three-fifths of the agents who went for physical examinations came out, and 40% never came out again after going in." Lord reported quickly to Pierce.
"Forty percent?"
Pierce also saw the text message and immediately became alert.
He quietly reached into the drawer where the table blocked the view, took out a pistol, loaded it, and put it where he could easily reach it.
At this moment, his eyes and expression did not look like that of an elderly official who was on the verge of retirement due to physical burden.
As for Lord, who was sitting opposite him, he looked at him, then quickly left the office and went to find out what was going on.
…
"Hey, Natasha." Operations Director Lord came down from the top floor and met Black Widow who was standing there for no reason.
This is a rather dangerous signal.
According to the agent code, only when in alert mode would one maintain a posture like hers, seemingly aimless but actually alert.
But now they are at the headquarters of SHIELD, what is there that would make Black Widow so vigilant
"Hey, Director Loud, are you here for a physical?"
"Oh, yes, I came to take a look. There are still a lot of people waiting upstairs. We want to avoid queuing or something." Lord nodded and walked towards the consulting room.
"Have a nice day." Natasha smiled and nodded.
"Thank you." Lord smiled back, but his expression immediately became nervous when he turned into the aisle.
The Black Widow's standing posture just now was a very dangerous signal.
According to the agent code, only when in alert mode would one maintain a posture like hers, seemingly aimless but actually alert.
But now they are at the headquarters of SHIELD, what is there that would make Black Widow so vigilant
There must be something fishy about that so-called physical examination.
After a brief consideration, Lord pushed open the door of the clinic, where several agents were waiting in line on a bench.
Several of them saw him coming and gave him inquiring looks.
"Who's next in line now? Do you mind if I change seats?" Lord looked around and asked.
"Director Lord, it's my turn." An agent with a high nose and deep eyes stood up. He was one of the people with the different eyes just now.
"Thank you." Lord said nothing more and looked towards the imaging room on the side.
In order to prevent radiation from the instruments, the doors and walls here are specially made, so no sound from inside can be heard at all.
The exit of this imaging room was on the other side, leading to other examination items, so he had no way to find someone to ask for clarification.
"Next."
Soon, the door of the medical imaging room was opened, and a tightly wrapped doctor poked his head out and called him in.
"Drink this, developer."
The doctor handed over a paper cup with some powder in it.
"Gudong..." He hesitated at first, but still drank it.
Then he lost consciousness.
…
"Fuck it!"
After seeing the third-in-command of S.H.I.E.L.D. come to him personally and reveal that he was Hydra, Nick Fury could no longer bear it.
He put on a bulletproof vest and stuffed the loaded pistol directly into his waist.
"Lauder, how could he be Hydra? And Pierce, he's the oldest guy in the bureau, how could he also be Hydra!"
As he spoke, he put on a bulletproof vest and stuffed the loaded pistol directly into his waist.
Because if Lord came to help Pierce to find out the truth, then with old Pierce's cunningness, once he saw that Lord did not go back immediately, he would understand what happened.
This is an old guy who has been lurking in S.H.I.E.L.D. for forty years. The honors he has won in S.H.I.E.L.D. are more than all the other people combined, which is enough to show how profound his skills are.
Nick Fury didn't dare to be careless. He rushed upstairs and intercepted the other party.
Nick Fury adjusted the intercom and gave several commands in succession.
As early as a few days ago, he had made sufficient preparations for what happened today. While Lynn and he were interrogating the agents, there were several superheroes who were willing to help and were on standby outside just in case.
"Captain Rogers, please guard the south exit. There is an elevator that goes directly to the top floor."
"Peter, that fellow Stark is not here, so you should take his place and guard the outer area."
"Ant-Man, I need you to go to the top floor immediately and investigate the movements of everyone inside!"
"Natasha, Hawkeye, Coulson, Hill, come and meet up with the Magic Boy and take out the agents who are fine from under him. We are going to have a big fight soon!"