As soon as Pierce cut off communication with the Pentagon, there was a knock on his office door. The current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., "One-Eyed Dragon" Nick Fury opened the door and walked in. He and Pierce are both teachers and friends, and he was promoted to director thanks to Pierce's strong support, so the relationship between him and Pierce is very close.
"Pierce, someone reported that a spacecraft that is in the experimental stage has been approved for use." Nick Fury smiled, "And the person who signed the approval is you. Your subordinates don't dare to come directly. You, so let me ask, we have not launched a plan to capture the International Space Station, right?"
Pierce also laughed and handed over a folder in front of him: "Take a look."
Nick took the folder and as he flipped through it, his expression gradually became serious.
Pierce looked at Nick with a serious face and couldn't help but sigh. I think back then when I promoted him to the position of director, it was because he had such a capable person under his command. Originally, he thought Nick might be corrupted and pulled into his camp, but after so many years of getting along with each other, Pierce was sure that Nick was just a stone in the pit - smelly and hard.
"We must find a way to oust him from the position of director." Pierce thought in his mind, "But just like before, after he went down, there was still no suitable person to succeed him in the bureau. Hum, if Sherron is willing to join the Nine As for the head snake, it would be good to train him for more than ten years and make him the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Just as he was thinking about it, Nick had finished reading the document, put the folder back on his desk, and frowned: "That aircraft is still in the experimental stage, and may not be stable. The target is another civil aviation aircraft, and I'm afraid there will be a high risk." risk."
"This kind of mission is meant to be a fight to the death." Pierce pulled out a red folder from the locked drawer next to him, handed it to Nick, and said with a smile, "This is the person I specially selected for this mission. You Let’s see how it goes?”
Nick looked through the folder, and the first thing he saw was a half-length ID photo of Sherron.
"Shaylen? Senior NIA detective!" Nick frowned, "I think I've heard of this name."
"You must have heard of it. After all, he was the man who solved the Christmas robbery in New York and was the savior of more than half of the top richest people in the United States." Pierce smiled, "Do you think that if he can solve this case again, he can be absorbed into the team?" Where is our SHIELD?"
Nick said nothing and looked at Sherren's file information quietly. When he saw the back, especially Sherron's performance in the Amazon rainforest, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Pierce in disbelief: "Is this...really?"
"Of course it's true. This is what level 7 agent Sitwell has seen with his own eyes." Pierce nodded, "This is the most powerful superpower we have discovered so far. Such cherished talents are exactly what our gods What the Shield needs."
"Although I say that, he is from the NIA after all." Nick frowned, "The NIA will definitely not let such a talent go, right? What's more, his background, political connections, etc. still need to be reviewed."
Pierce smiled and said, "I'm just making a suggestion. You are the director, and it's up to you to decide whether to adopt it or not."
Seeing the smile on Pierce's face, Nick closed the folder, patted it in his hand, handed it back to Pierce, and said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look at what happened with this mission first."
In a huge apron at Roosevelt Military Airport, a black fighter plane full of science fiction style parked in front of Sherron and others.
The pilot in charge of flying this fighter plane poked his head out of the cabin and said loudly: "You don't bring too many weapons, do you? This plane has a limited carrying capacity, just the few of us are enough."
Xie Lun waved his hand casually: "No, this time it is a secret infiltration, no heavy weapons are needed."
The pilot didn't answer, and stared directly at Tina next to Sherron.
Tina was still wearing a bright red miniskirt and her long, straight white legs were wearing red high heels. She didn't look like she was on a mission at all, but rather like she was on vacation.
"This... this... beautiful lady is also participating in this mission?"
The pilot's tongue was a little uneasy.
Tina chuckled and reached out to pat the pilot's cheek: "Handsome, you have to be careful when flying, I'm afraid of heights~~"
This long-sounding act of coquettishness almost made the pilot collapse to the ground. After a moment, he straightened up suddenly, made a look towards Tina that he thought was cool, and got into the cockpit neatly.
Sherron didn’t take too many people with him on this mission, just Tina and Peter. In fact, if he were not afraid of being too shocking, he would be more than enough to deal with such a small hijacking case by himself. Tina was brought along for eye candy, while Peter was brought along to brush up his qualifications. After all, he was likely to be his successor in the NIA in the future.
The fighter jet quickly took off and flew towards the passenger plane at super fast speeds.
In the fighter plane, the screen in front of the three Sherrons was connected to the Pentagon in real time. James held a pile of documents and explained to the screen: "This fighter jet has super stealth capabilities, so the radar of the passenger plane will not detect it. After the fighter jet flies directly below the passenger plane, a pipe will rise and The storage bins in the belly of the passenger plane are connected.”
"After you enter the passenger plane from the pipe, don't alert the snake. You need to find the poison gas bomb hidden in the passenger plane first. Only after you find a way to defuse the bomb can you take action against the robbers. Otherwise, once the robbers sense something is wrong and detonate the bomb, all their efforts will be in vain. .”
James talked for a long time, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "And you must pay attention to the time. When the passenger plane arrives at the border, if the crisis is not resolved, then we will launch missiles at the passenger plane."
"You... must be careful!"
Xie Lun laughed: "Don't worry, just wait for the good news from us... By the way, prepare the bonus."
The fighter jet entered stealth mode and communications were interrupted. Looking at the black screen, the national minister smiled instead: "James, this young man is very interesting. He can still joke under such great pressure, which is good. Now I feel that he may really be able to create miracles."
"I hope so."
James sat back in his seat, clasped his hands and remained silent.
At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Xie Lun's mind:
[Received a prayer from a believer, do you want to listen?]
"Listen."
"... Almighty Lord, I pray that you will protect Xie Lun's safe return. It doesn't matter even if he fails to complete the mission, as long as he can come back alive... I have already lost my biological son, and I don't want to lose him again... "
"This guy James..."
Xie Lun sighed in his heart and said silently: "Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely find Ward's whereabouts and bring him home in the future."
"There is turbulence below the passenger plane, everyone, be careful and hurry up!"
The pilot's voice came from the earphones, and the fighter plane immediately began to tremble violently.
Peter's face turned pale, and all the hair on his body stood up. He stammered to Xie Lun, "Team leader, I have an ominous premonition..."
"Shut your crow mouth." Xie Lun said angrily, "With me here, what are you afraid of?"
"Okay, we have successfully arrived below the passenger plane and are parallel to the passenger plane... The pipeline is being connected... "
The fighter plane shook slightly and then regained its composure.
"The connection is successful, but I don't know how long this balance can be maintained." The pilot shouted, "Get on the passenger plane quickly!"
Xie Lun stood up, stretched out his hand to unscrew the lid above his head, looked at the pipes that kept swinging left and right, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go up first, Peter in the middle, Tina, you in the back."