Chapter 192 God’s Perfect Creation

The black man's eyelids rolled a few times on the hospital bed, and then he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, and then quickly became clear, and he saw a white ceiling in front of him.

He tried to move his fingers, but felt a pain and his body seemed very weak, unable to move. He began to recall what had just happened, the sharp pain and memory flashbacks caused by the memory extractor.

"hiss"

Fury inhaled and slowly turned his head, trying to see clearly the environment he was in, and found that he was lying on a neat hospital bed. There was a monitor beside the bed, making a steady ticking sound. The lighting in the room is soft, as if to make the patients more comfortable.

Judging from the digital clock on the wall, it didn't take long for him to pass out, only about ten minutes.

Thinking of this, Fury opened his mouth and tried to speak, but his throat felt a little dry. There was no one else in the room, only the monitor was running silently.

"Director, your things." A gentle male voice suddenly came from the door. Fury turned his head and saw Coulson walking towards him with a smile and stretched out a clenched hand to him.

"Just drive and leave the rest to me." Black Braised Egg finally said with a frown, then looked out the window and fell silent.

Pressing the switch lightly, Fury heard a faint mechanical sound, and a piece of wall cracked, revealing an embedded palm print verification machine.

"How was your last date?" Silently put the note into his pocket. Hei Lu Dan first touched his leather eye mask, then looked at Colson with his one eye and asked.

The room was dark, and the air was filled with an old smell. He came to the south wall and groped with his fingers, looking for the switch hidden under the wall. His sense of touch was extremely keen, and he quickly found a slightly depressed place, which was where the switch was.

"What did it say on it?" Coulson asked. He recalled that Fury had said before that he would not let anyone read the note, so he simply put it away.

"Just asking." Fury shrugged. He lifted the white sheets covering himself with one hand, stood up and straightened his clothes at the same time and said: "Follow me, Coulson, we have work to do."

Although the director wouldn't let anyone read the note, he couldn't help but wonder what it said. There must be a reason why Free had gone to such trouble.

The one-eyed man slowly stretched his right hand towards the verification machine. The machine immediately began to scan his palm, and a beam of red light projected complex patterns on the hand.

Coulson nodded helplessly and concentrated on driving the car towards the address Fury had provided previously. Soon, they arrived at their destination, a dilapidated apartment building. The building looked old, with peeling walls and broken windows.

In the center of the room, there is a glass display case illuminated by a strong top-down light. In the display case, suspended in formalin, was the corpse of a man with blond hair and a handsome face. There was a small hole in his neck, which seemed to have been penetrated by a bullet.

Coulson was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, and then said with helpless eyebrows. He didn't expect that his director's first words after waking up would be to ask such a question.

Fury's eyes were still on the note, and he slowly put the note back into his pocket. Looking at Coulson, he shook his head, seeming to be thinking about his next move.

A few seconds later, there was a beep sound, and the verification machine turned green. The entire wall began to move slowly, and countless dust particles fell. In front of the two of them, a dark hole about one person high was revealed, which seemed to lead to the underground. .

The two walked out of the hospital, got into a black car, and drove onto the busy streets of New York City. Coulson drove intently, occasionally glancing at Fury sitting in the passenger seat. He noticed that Fury was looking at the note in his hand intently, as if thinking about something.

Fury pushed open the door of the apartment building and walked into the dim lobby. The light at the entrance of the stairs seemed even dimmer, with only weak sunlight shining on the floor through the broken windows. He held the note in his hand, with a series of numbers clearly engraved on it.

Coulson followed him, silently observing his surroundings. The place looked abandoned for a long time, with dust and cobwebs filling the corners and the metal stair railings rusting.

He pushed the door gently. The door was not locked and opened with a creak with his strength.

The two walked into it and began to pass through a dark passage. On the way, they opened several locked metal doors with level 10 permissions in the same pattern, which made Coulson's doubts become more serious.

These few points alone are definitely not enough to shock the two seasoned old agents. What they are really afraid of is what is behind the man's body - a pair of white wings as pure as snowflakes, with roots on them. A feather is clearly visible.

"Uh, just like that."

Without saying too many words, Fury took a crumpled, blood-stained piece of paper from Coulson's hand with a dark face. He silently looked at the numbers and names on it, and the latter didn't care about his boss's attitude. He still looked like a good old man with a smile.

Logically speaking, such a place should be a gathering place for homeless people or street gangs, but at this time there was no one here, and only rustling sounds came from the cracks in the wall.

Although Black Braised Egg didn't say a word, his heart was beating. There was no memory of this basement or even the entire abandoned apartment in his memory.

The good old agent hesitated for a moment, and then reminded softly: "The doctor said that your brain seems to be stimulated and you need to stay in bed for a long time." After seeing Fury's unkind eyes, he wisely chose to remain silent and shut his mouth. I followed him silently. Everything the director said was right.

This is his persona, and he should maintain it perfectly both inside and outside the game.

"Don't ask, I don't know either."

This demonstrator looks very advanced, with tiny sensors and laser devices covering its surface. A line of small words flashed on the display screen: 'Level 10 authority'.

Fury headed towards the stairs and finally stopped in front of a room at the end of the corridor.

Fury and Coulson opened the last metal door and entered a large room. When they entered the room, they were shocked by the sight before them. They stopped where they were and exclaimed:

"Oh, God"

"Level 10 authority? What on earth is this?" Coulson gasped in surprise, having made his own contribution to exacerbating the greenhouse effect.

Is my private life so eye-catching?

Fury and Coulson looked at each other, and they both saw in each other's eyes what they were thinking at the moment.

This is a dead angel.