Nick Fury slapped the black leather jacket covered with lime indifferently, and his black one-eyed eyes flashed like a flash after taking hallucinogens. He stepped out of the abandoned building and stood next to the empty trash can. Those addicts had nothing, let alone domestic garbage. They tried every means to exchange everything around them for drugs, and even the urine of those addicts living in the same building - the people after the drug addiction attack were like animals, Nick Fury watched more than once

Having been to this scene. In the neighborhoods he grew up with when he was a child, opium, morphine, heroin, LSD, cocaine and big-ma were curses hovering over everyone's heads. With anti-war culture, hippies and domestic waste were circulating everywhere. Some Americans would blame the Americans for their opium smoking habits, blacks, and Mexicans for their big-main flooding, but Nick Fury knew since childhood that addictive drugs had nothing to do with race, which was a purely personal will.

That's why he tried hard to climb out of that block, participate in the Vietnam War, and become an agent.

In a sense, he escaped the most common fate of black Americans - dying on the streets by drugs or being shot dead by police.

"I dare say that what S.H.E.L.D. does make the world a better place. But we can't take care of everyone, nor can we completely eliminate drugs. It's not under the jurisdiction of S.H.E.L.D.," he said loudly. "I stand in this place where neither satellite nor surveillance probes can find it. Would you not want to get out of the shadows and talk to me?"

"It's not that I can't do it, but I don't want to do it, and I don't have to make excuses for myself anymore. Without drugs, S.H.E.D.'s budget will be cut. Just like the CIA's black budget, isn't it?" Salomon slowly walked out of the shadows and endured the stench of excrement and vomit. He tiptoed carefully through the repeated syringes and dirt, and raised his eyebrows at Nick Fury who was standing in the moonlight. "The people in that building have contributed their entirety to you to build an aircraft carrier. Shouldn't you thank them?"

"I said that I used to be totally unaware of Hydra."

"Okay OK, I'm not here to listen to this." Salomon waved his hand impatiently. "I want to know where you have hidden the green-skinned aliens." He said, "As far as I know, the Skuru people have not found a new home. So they must still breed on the earth... Where are the Skuru people, Nick Fury?"

"Do you absolutely refuse to trust aliens?" Nick Fury stared at the Secret Mage with one eye, "Even if they have good intentions, what about the Asgardians, why don't I see you raising your sword to Thor?"

"There is no way, legally we are vassal states of Asgard. At least the earth does not have to pay taxes now is the result of the Venerable. And I have raised the sword, but you have not seen that Kamataj's knees are harder than everyone in terms of maintaining human sovereignty." Salomon said with a strong nasal voice, "This has nothing to do with whether the aliens are friendly. The population characteristics of the Skuru people and their origins are enough to make me kill them. And the Skuru people you see now are just the product of the gene stabilized - by the way, tell you the secret that a green amoeba will not tell you. In the religious prophecy of the Skuru people, the earth is the place of revival of this race. So the Skuru people you see on Earth are all crazy believers, who believe in Claybune and other Skuru gods, but those gods have long been killed by the Asgard people."

Nick Fury stared at Salomon and stopped talking.

"So only idiots believe in the Skuru people. Whether those guava are friendly or not, they are aliens who cannot live in peace with humans, or even with any race." Salomon said, "I know you can contact them and tell me where are they?"

"Which car did you drive, or was you going to the portal?" Nick Fury changed the subject. Salomon happily accepted the change. In his opinion, Nick Fury just couldn't let go and wanted to say something else first.

"I ride a horse." He whistled, and then a black Sharma came out of the shadow-covered corner of the street. The horse's shoulders were two meters high, and only this kind of horse could match his height. "This is Dickens, the first horse in the manor horse farm, and also my most ordinary horse." He said, "I can't ride Pergasus on the usual day, right?"

"Salomon..." Nick Fury sighed, "I need them, and I won't fully trust the Skuru."

"I know, but what's the use of this? Your subjective initiative has nothing to do with the Skuru." Salomon pulled the reins and jumped on the horse's back. The tall horse sniffed, and obviously, it didn't like the environment here either. "You will gather them, don't you?" he said, "That's your only trump card now...probably, but now they are the only ones who can work for you. Since you don't want to tell me, I'll wait for you to gather them, leaving the Skuru people who are other groups of society without any threat."

"I can take them out of the earth. The World Security Council does not know the locations of all S.H.E.L.D. bases, I can give it to you, I know you won't use those bases, but those bases have archives left over from S.H.E.L.D. I think you need that stuff. In exchange, let me take the S.H.C.."

"Good, you delayed your death." Salomon gently pulled the reins to the right. Dickens slowly turned around and walked past the portal. The horse was bullied by Pergasus and lost its temper - Pergasus was taller and stronger than it, and had a worse temper. "As soon as possible, my patience is not very good."

After the spinning sparks that illuminated the dark streets disappeared, Nick Fury took out his cell phone and made a call.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "It's okay, Agent Romanov." Compared with the night, his face was even more gloomy. "This matter has been resolved. In the future, Agent Hill will issue an order to you and she will assume the responsibility of the commander. I will disappear for a while and I will go to a place where even Salomon can't find it. No, don't worry, even if it is exposed, there will be no big problems. Pay more attention to the Colson team... Salomon is too concerned about him, which is very abnormal. I don't believe he will do useless work."

Natasha Romanov hung up and looked up at Salomon sitting behind his desk. The black horse occupied a quarter of the office and he wanted to taste the parchment.

"Nick Fury is leaving the earth," she said.

"I know." The secret wizard blinked playfully, and there was a little more smile on the sculpturally perfect face. "I also know where he will go. Nick Fury always thought I didn't know what he was doing, but in fact I knew everything. Although prophecy could only see some fragments, what I just did was to analyze the necessary factors for prophecy implementation through some information, and then advance the prophecy at key nodes."

"Will you really let those aliens go? Or, Nick Fury?"

"Fry 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."

"Where has your maid been?" Natasha was shocked.

The artificial human who was inseparable from Salomon suddenly disappeared, which made her feel an unknown premonition.
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