In a canyon in New Mexico, at dusk, the fiery sunset illuminates the distinct red rock formations.
The fossils of organisms buried deep in the soil occasionally poke their heads out from the rock walls, listening to the sound of the stream that has remained unchanged for millions of years.
Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over the canyon, and the shadow it cast covered the entire rift fault.
It was a sky carrier that was 350 meters long, 87 meters wide, and had a full load displacement of 122,000 tons.
Four huge turbine engines are arranged at the four corners of the ship. The tremendous energy provided by the four A1B nuclear fission reactors powers the turbines to rotate rapidly, providing vertical upward lift for the mothership.
There are two coupled jet engines at the rear end of the sky carrier, which provide horizontal power and allow the carrier to turn freely as if it were sailing on the water.
In addition, the double-deck sky carrier carries more than seventy aircraft, including but not limited to EA-18G Growler electronic warfare aircraft, F-35C Lightning II fighter, and E-2D Hawkeye early warning aircraft.
This newly commissioned sky carrier is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most powerful conventional military force.
The 5,000 S.H.I.E.L.D. employees are busy with complicated tasks day and night, doing their best to maintain the name of "SHIELD".
And Nick Fury is their leader.
The setting sun cast its afterglow on the floor-to-ceiling portholes of the bridge. Nick Fury's dark face had no expression as he listened indifferently to the voice coming from the phone.
At this moment, the burly black man with one blind eye took a deep breath and forced himself to continue listening to the noise coming from the other end of the phone.
"...Mr. Fury, these are orders from the Pentagon."
The Ministry of Defense bureaucrat on the other end of the phone said in a scripted tone:
"We have communicated with Wakanda. The King of Wakanda has specifically asked you to be responsible for the security of this secret meeting."
Nick Fury shook his head and said coldly: "The purpose of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is to protect national homeland security and prevent superpower crimes that may cause significant losses.
If it is just a security issue of a secret meeting, you shouldn't come to me. This is not the responsibility of our Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.
You can go to the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, the NSA, the DIA, or the Inter-Services Intelligence."
"Don't tell me that nonsense," the Pentagon bureaucrat said in a deep voice, "Director Nick Fury, your old superior Alexander Pierce fought for you on this matter."
"This meeting is related to the future changes in the world pattern. Secretary General Pierce specifically asked Agent Barton and an agent named Natasha from your bureau to be responsible for the security of this meeting!"
"Oh?" Nick Fury frowned slightly and asked, "Did Secretary-General Pierce ask us to be in charge of security?"
He has been suspicious of Alexander Pierce recently and has even been secretly investigating him.
Alexander Pierce asked them to be responsible for the security of the secret talks between Wakanda and the Federation at this time, which made Nick Fury somewhat confused about his intentions.
The affairs of Wakanda involve the game between the five bosses behind S.H.I.E.L.D.
This is a game between countries.
Even an organization as big as S.H.I.E.L.D. would end up being cannon fodder if involved.
Nick Fury doesn't want SHIELD to get involved in this mess. The most important thing for him now is to complete the self-examination of the game as soon as possible.
The Pentagon bureaucrat said in a deep voice: "We have received intelligence that someone wants to sabotage this secret meeting.
Mr. Pierce recommended you to the White House.
Director Fury, since you are in charge of this matter, you must do a good job of security!"
Nick Fury's brows furrowed deeply, like the valley below the helicarrier. "If it was a secret meeting, why did the news leak out?"
"In confrontations at the national level, there are no eternal secrets"
The bureaucrat on the other end of the phone said indifferently:
"We are also investigating what went wrong. Perhaps Wakanda wanted to put pressure on us and leaked the information on purpose!"
"Currently, a bounty for the King of Wakanda has appeared in the underground world!"
"Director Fury, I hope that your Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency will take this security mission seriously.
Send as many people as possible.
Rest assured, no matter who it is, as long as they are suspected of undermining national security or threatening national interests, they will need to be reviewed and verified.
Regarding this security, I have communicated with the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, and the National Reconnaissance Office on your behalf and asked them to share relevant intelligence with you."
The other party offered such favorable working conditions, but Nick Fury was not satisfied at all. He narrowed his one eye and asked hoarsely:
"Why is there such a big fuss?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before the man said calmly, "This is not something you should be concerned about, Chief Fury. You just need to be a qualified soldier and perform your duties loyally and without compromise."
"No." Nick Fury shook his head and said, "The Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is under the jurisdiction of the International Security Council.
The Pentagon only has the power of advice to me, not command. If you are unwilling to tell me the truth, I will not obey you."
"... Are you sure you want to know?" The bureaucrat said softly: "Nick Fury, this is the decision of the Pentagon and the White House. Although you represent the most powerful supernatural force response agency in the Federation.
However, you must know that your so-called reliance is still within the federal political system.
Your agents are federal citizens, the aerospace carrier under your feet is federal property, and even you yourself are just a puppet pushed to the front by the federation.
The National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is like a knife. If the knife becomes blunt or even disobedient, and the blade is pointed at the user, we will not hesitate to replace it with a new blade. "
Such a blatant threat is like putting the muzzle of a gun to Nick Fury's forehead.
The Director of SHIELD clearly realized that the "we" the other party was referring to was definitely not the Department of Defense, the Pentagon, or the White House, but the incredibly large federal government itself.
"Yes! I understand. As for the security of this secret meeting, our Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau will do a good job of security!"
Nick Fury took a deep breath, agreed, and hung up the phone!
... ... ..
"Chief, the things have been packed!"
On the aerospace carrier, Agent Phil Coulson knocked on the door and pushed open the door of the director's office.
He had just finished the assessment of Ghost Rider and immediately followed Nick Fury's orders.
He sorted out Howard Stark's belongings in S.H.I.E.L.D. and prepared to hand them over to Tony Stark in New York.
As soon as he entered the office, he saw Nick Fury with a gloomy face.
"Phil, I'm going to go to New York in person to hand over the things Howard Stark left behind to Tony. I have a mission that requires you to go!"
Phil Coulson folded his hands naturally on his abdomen, waiting for Nick Fury's order.
"In a few days, there will be a secret meeting in Washington, D.C. Secretary-General Pierce specifically asked Hawkeye to perform the escort mission.
Phil, go and get Hawkeye back!"
"Hawkeye is guarding Brock Rumlow right now. I wanted to wait until the interrogation was over before transferring him back, but our enemy's sense of smell is far more acute than I thought!"
Nick Fury walked up to Phil Coulson and patted him on the shoulder: "Phil, Brock Rumlow is in your hands. As for the interrogation, wait until Hill brings the mind reader back!"
Phil Coulson pursed his lips: "Yes! Sir!"
... ...
On the runway of the aerospace carrier, Phil Coulson walked towards a Quinjet.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, Nick Fury looked deeply at everyone who appeared next to the Quinjet.
The ground crew responsible for guiding the fighter planes, seemingly a passing agent...
… …
Rocky Mountains, Albuquerque, New Mexico
In a villa safe house hidden in the forest, all the windows of the rooms were covered with cloth, and two single sofas were placed on the ground casually.
Hawkeye Barton sat on the sofa, holding a coffee cup in his hand, staring at the man opposite him.
His former colleague, Crossbones Brock Rumlow, held a glass of red wine mixed with truth serum in his hand. Under the gaze of the two agents, he drank the wine in one gulp with a sneer on his face without any hesitation.
"Barton, this has happened for the umpteenth time. You should know that this thing is useless to me!"
Hawkeye Barton took a sip of coffee and frowned: "Brock, what are you hiding?"
Brock Rumlow asked back: "Agent Barton, as the commander of the bureau's field team, I was tied up here by you. I would like to ask you, what exactly do you want to do?"
Barton looked at Brock Rumlow's unyielding expression, shook his head and said, "It's no use being stubborn, Brock. You should know who authorized me to bring you here!"
"You should know Director Fury. Since you are on his suspect list, don't expect to have any luck!"
When Brock Rumlow heard Barton mention Nick Fury, a hint of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.
Soon the effect of the truth serum took effect!
Brock Rumlow became dizzy and dazed—
An ordinary-looking white agent walked up to Brock Rumlow, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in his ear in a hypnotic tone.
"Captain Brock, it's me. Do you remember me?"
"You, who are you?" Brock Rumlow asked vaguely after drinking the truth serum!
"I'm your subordinate! Don't you remember that we were ordered to lurk in the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau! Think about it—"
The white agent is an agent developed by Nick Fury himself, a hypnotist who does not exist in the SHIELD system.
Nick Fury is well aware of the strategy of having three burrows. He has dozens of safe houses like this one that do not exist in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s records, and he has dozens of them all over the world.
There are hundreds of intelligence personnel and peripheral agents who directly obey his orders.
These people are independent of the SHIELD system.
Even the event funds were distributed from Nick Fury's personal coffers, bypassing S.H.I.E.L.D.
After knowing that S.H.I.E.L.D. was not safe, he urgently activated this group of people who were directly under his command.
"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency..." Brock Rumlow muttered, and as he said the name, a look of struggle appeared on his face.
"Sir, we have recently compiled a list of our own people in the Statistics Bureau, and we need your cooperation—"
… …
"Ding-ling-ling"
Hawkeye Barton took out his phone, looked at the agent being interrogated, stood up and walked to another room.
"Hey, Chief! OK, I understand!"
Barton answered the phone, listened to Nick Fury's orders on the phone, and hung up.
"Stop the interrogation temporarily and evacuate here urgently..."
Patton walked out of the room and gave an order.
The eight agents, including Brock Rumlow, left the villa safe house and quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests.
… …
Fifteen minutes later, the Quinjet landed vertically on the helipad of a safe house in the Rocky Mountains.
Phil Coulson got off the Quinjet and did not enter the villa immediately. Instead, he turned around and walked outside the villa and worked under the trees in front of the villa for a while.
Then he returned to the villa, walked to the door of the villa, and looked at the room with the curtains drawn.
Phil Coulson didn't hesitate, he pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door again.
Three minutes after Phil Coulson entered the villa safe house,
High in the sky above the Rocky Mountains, two Quinjet fighters appeared in the air and disappeared among the clouds.
"Sir, the target safe house has been locked! Should we force our way in?"
On a Quinjet, the pilot wearing the black and white eagle SHIELD badge on his chest opened an encrypted communication channel.
At the World Security Council headquarters, Alexander Pierce stood in front of the French window holding a cell phone.
Looking at the figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, he hesitated.
Alexander Pierce wasn't sure it was Brock Rumlow in the safe house!
But even if the chance is only one in ten thousand, he can't take the risk.
"Brock! Long live Hydra!"
Alexander Pierce read to his reflection in the French window.
Then he gave the order without hesitation.
"Destroy that safe house!"
Boom boom boom boom…
The pilots of the two Quinjet fighters pressed the fire attack button on their Quinjet fighters at the same time.
The rocket nest fired dense rockets at the villa safe house below.
The entire villa was instantly engulfed in flames.
Two rounds of rockets hit the ground, and two Quinjet fighters fired two missiles at the same time, completely razing the villa to the ground before slowly landing.
Two Quinjet fighters hovered at a low altitude, the cabin doors opened, and two rappelling ropes were lowered.
Several fully armed special agents with SHIELD badges on their chests quickly slid down the ropes to the ground.
After everyone had gathered, these armed special agents formed groups of three, carefully arranged into battle formations, and searched toward the ruins of the villa.
Behind them, among the branches and leaves of several large trees and in tree holes, several miniature cameras were turning.
Filming their faces and recording the appearance numbers of the two Quinjets.
… …
(Something is not right, I will definitely cry so much)