The pale light tubes were covered with a thin layer of gray, and a large number of paper files were moved out of the hand-cranked filing cabinet in boxes. The white ceramic tiles were covered with gray-black dust shoe prints, and the odor of old book gray came out. This was one of the steps of the White House's review of S.H.E.L.D.'s past data. Politicians tried to find evidence here. Researchers from the Pentagon and defense contractors tried to find technology here. What they did only made Nick Fury laugh because he knew that others would get nothing here. He bet the chips on his former work. The base head could not complete the work. It turned out that he guessed it right.

He had already thoroughly cleaned up the archives, and deleted the recruitment records and flight records of a female pilot, Howard Stark's preliminary study of the Cosmic Cube, etc. All that was left here was some whimsical notes, dense books, management manuals of the Tianma Plan and confusing experimental data. He came here because he remembered that he might have left some information, some information that allowed him to understand the motivation of the target, and some "conjectures" about hyperspace navigation that were regarded as fantasy at the time.

As agreed, two soldiers would be guarding outside the archives door, and Nick Fury had to find out something from these yellowed papers that would satisfy the Pentagon generals who had never been to the battlefield and the greedy politicians in Congress, and the reward was that he could take some of the inspected documents from here.

"I doubt that the moment they submit the documents, it's not surprising that they will point the gun at me." Nick Fury shook the handle of the filing cabinet expressionlessly and found the relics of Dr. Wendy Lawson. He walked into the deep and suppressed filing cabinet passage, and used his fingers to separate the tightly pressed folder marks, while speculating on what would happen next. "If I weren't familiar with his betrayal nature, I would have suspected that he was Hydra." He thought to himself, "Maybe it's better to keep such suspicion. I hope Bruce Banner can play a role."

"I suggest you don't think so." The voice seemed to be water poured on the hot coals, and the obstruction of memory and the heat in the brain were accompanied by steam and smoke. The name, memory and a lot of emotions seemed to pour into the carbonate landform canyon that was eroded by the current and then dried up. Nick Fury almost bit the name on his tongue. "Look up, count from left to right, the third row of Dr. Wendy Lawson's diary, once considered a notebook of some kind of password or graffiti." The man stood at the exit of the filing cabinet, and the light shrouded him from above and down, "If you don't have the ability to read Kerry's words, then that notebook means nothing to you."

"How are you here? Have you bribed the commander here?" Nick Fury subconsciously touched the gun holster, and then remembered that his weapon had been taken away, and his heart was filled with sadness. He looked at the person on the other end with one eye, and his tall figure cast a long shadow. "You can't know that I'm here, you have no reason or motivation."

"You're right, so I'm not here." The man pointed to his head. "I'm here, in your head, this is a psychic call. I'm going to leave the earth for the time being, so I have to arrange my next action plan before leaving."

"So you're wearing a dinner suit now and still holding a glass of champagne in your hand?"

"That's right." He said, "this is what I am now, and I'm speaking English, this is my worldly identity."

"I don't like other people staying in my head, I'm more happy to talk in person, even in a family restaurant."

"No need, I don't remember when you last invited me for coffee."

"Never, you don't like coffee." Nick Fury stood on tiptoe, raised his hands above his head and pulled out the filing cabinet with difficulty. He flipped out a small brown notebook from the filing cabinet, and his only eye was still full of tears by the dust falling. "I thought you would be more willing to stay in your little kingdom, after all, this is one of the conditions for foreign aid." He opened the notebook and confirmed that it was full of Kree. Nick Fury would not be surprised that Salomon knew the document, and he could no longer feel surprised from this person. "Why do you want to come to see me, Salomon? Isn't it your wish to sit on the throne in golden armor and holding a sword?"

"There is no need to deliberately distort my intentions, Nick Fury, you know that this can't infuriate me, and you also know that my ambition is not what I call dominating the world." Salomon reached out, "Do you need me to interpret it for you?"

"Don't think of yourself as a human being, Salomon. I know what happened in Peru and Kuiper belts. Don't think you shot down all S.H.E.L.D. My eyes are not blind. I know what kind of disaster you have stopped." The Agent King showed disdain and put his notebook into his pocket in his windbreaker. "But I don't thank you, and this world will not thank you. The nobler your purpose is, the heavier the disaster you bring."

“New insights.”

Salomon walked over.

Although I was wearing leather shoes, there was no footsteps, and the dust floating in the air also passed through my phantom-like body along the breathing air. "This is a phantom." Nick Fury thought to himself, "Is he really in my mind?"

"I want to hear it," Salomon said.

"You are an alien. Now your empathy for humanity is just a subconscious disguise of your so-called human identity. Your social interaction with others is just to make yourself not look so alien. But sooner or later you lose the empathy for humanity, because others will not have your power, your prophecy, your lifespan, and your values. But if you still regard yourself as a human being, who else can be regarded as a human being? "Nick Fury sneered a few times, "The shepherd only loves wool and mutton, who will be the one you regard as a lamb? I have seen people who you regard as a lamb. The national contradictions in the Balkans are not the knot of Goldium, and you are not Alexander the Great. You suppressed all rebellions and disagreements with blood, but you cannot change the ideas of those fanatical populists. They will make more people resist your rule with their lives."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Nick Fury remembered what the person in front of him did, from Agent Colson tracking to the town of Colin, to launching a blatant attack on the United Nations headquarters and threatening the world with orbital missiles and nuclear warheads. What he did was more and more extraordinary, and almost every thing was challenging the existing order and values ​​of the world. Vampires, magic, demons from another dimension, etc., the cold blood he showed when solving these events was amazing, and even trained agents would not be more calm than him. S.H.E.L.D.'s criminal psychology experts and profile experts proposed a theory that the only reason for this antisocial personality was that the initiator only regarded a small number of people (including himself) as humans, which is a superhuman mental illness.

"You hate humans. To be precise, you hate humans in a broad sense, so you try to transform them. Only in this way can you explain the super soldiers around you who are three meters tall." Nick Fury said, "You are not a human, and you also refuse clear self-awareness. That's the conclusion."

"If you pay psychologists for consultation and just to scold me, you did it." Salomon shook his head. "I suggest you fire those guys and save some money. Agent Colson and his squad don't have the kind of good life they used to, and they almost couldn't even supply the plane fuel."

"You don't care about Agent Colson at all." Nick Fury looked at him. "You don't care about anyone, or you wouldn't imprison them at the lighthouse base."

"Don't always use your guesses to predict my behavior patterns. I care a lot about Agent Colson and his squad. Don't always make me angry. You can't die for the sake of our past friendship." Salomon said with a light tone. "I don't mind helping you leave this base, and even telling you the answer you want to find when you come here."

"You are not so kind. What are the conditions?"

"Talos, I want Talos, the leader of the Skuru wanderers."

Salomon stretched out a hand. The hand seemed to stretch out from the deep water bottom. The plane tension of the fingertips pierced the material universe and probed towards Nick Fury. In the nearly incandescent ripples, a circle of ripples formed in the air and spread to the wrist. This was a real wrist, not a imagination from the brain. "I have completely wiped out the Skuru settlements in North America and Southern Europe, but I know that there are still many Skuru people hiding on the earth." The hand held

With a pistol full of bullets and a magazine, "M1911A1, a military silencer from the Immortal City, a lengthened magazine version, a special subsonic ammunition, a total of 16 bullets, enough for you to leave this base. I want Talos, Nick Fury. I don't care what you thought in the past, but the Skuru people can't live. Do you tell me about Talos's identity or let my Regent reveal the existence of the Skuru people to the world?"

If the Five Constables of the United Nations know that the existence of the Skuru people is the first reaction to check whether the officials in the system are replaced by the transformed race. If the people know the existence of the Skuru people, then panic and violence will begin to spread. The recent trust between humans is also completely lost because the Skuru people's ability to transform completely. Anyone will doubt whether the person they see is an alien disguise. Even if it is reliable and fast detection methods are applied on a large scale, even if the detection methods are as simple as detecting body temperature, this doubt will not completely disappear, so Nick Fury knows what the bargaining chips are in front of him.

The Skuru people or the stability of human society is not important at all, and he does not intend to fully follow the verbal contract. "Where is Agent Colson?" The Agent King skillfully checks the guns, the only bargaining chip he left alive, "What do you want them to do."

"You don't know what you're collecting at the lighthouse base, right?" Salomon said with a smile. "I have a mission that they need to complete. They want to conduct an observation that has never been seen in human history, and even I am part of the topic. Only they can complete this mission, because it's fate."

"What are you talking about, dear? Isn't my father going to introduce you to the Supreme Justice of the Conservatives after the dinner?"

Stephanie Malik held his arm with a smile on his face and touched his waist. At this dinner, most of the lights were given to the owner of the dinner on the stage, and her movements were not conspicuous. A little deflected, you could see Pepper Pots of Stark Industrial Group talking to a man in military uniform. The man sitting on the other side of Pepper Pots was a heir to the Morgan family who was in a lower position in succession.

"Your gun is gone. Who took it?"

"I gave the gun to another person, that person is not in D.C (Washington)."

Salomon handed the champagne in his hand to Stephanie Malik, and then took the woman's palm that he had been reluctant to move away from his abdomen, and he always carelessly took away his palm. His clothes and accessories were all prepared by Stephanie, which was the routine of his secular identity when he was active in the United States, and the Malik family seemed quite satisfied with it. After all, this secular identity was a rich man who graduated from Oxford and founded the famous biochemical technology (known for the technology to delay aging). His life experience was so mysterious that it was only white, which was easy for people to speculate on its origin.

"Come on, we need to talk to the Supreme Justice, and the Democratic leader who is almost 90 years old. If we want to fill the gap in power left by S.H.E.L.D., we must have the help of these people. Even if the sphere of influence is narrowed to the United States and NATO, it will be extremely beneficial to our future development."

"Although the World Security Council has been dissolved, its members have a lot of energy in the country to help us expand our company. The whole world is eager for your technology, and they are happy to help you." Stephanie Malik narrowed his eyes. "My father paid for the committee's inflated ambitions and resigned. Those people owe my father a great favor." Expand the power of S.H.E.L.D. through a small nuclear bomb bomb, while increasing the power of the World Security Council.

Strength, this is a big bet. The result is that the nuclear bomb fell into the hands of Salomon, Gideon Malik resigned, Stephanie Malik became his deputy, and the Hydra was tightly held by him, and the millennium faith opened the fog to reveal the truth. "We can form a new S.H.E.E.E.L.L.L.L.L.L.M. Those radical families can also become our tools, especially the 'Countess' and 'Bankers'. My father thinks we need to continue to integrate our strength."

"There is no need to be S.H.I know how eager the U.S. government is for super soldiers, so I want the Malik family to arrange our product meetings." Salomon picked up his own wine glass, "This company is yours, you know I have always been generous to loyalists. But don't forget that we only provide security services, not biochemical products directly. We have nothing to do with politics, we are just businessmen, just super soldiers and mercenaries."

"If the US government knows your identity, I suspect they will continue to do business." Stephanie smiled and approached Salomon, with an extremely close gesture. This attracted a lot of attention. After all, in American politics, the Malik family has a very strong political influence, and others suspect that this is another typical political and business marriage. "My Lord, are you leaving tonight?"

"No. I have something to do," he said. "Let's finish this boring dinner quickly and order all the burgers from Mr.Beast. There's no food at all. If the Regent calls, I'm not here."
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