Chapter 403: The Logo of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 403: The Logo of S.H.I.E.L.D.

The news of Nick's death spread quickly throughout S.H.I.E.L.D. as if it had wings.

Alexander Pierce was sitting in his office at the time, holding in his hand the plan he had just prepared to assassinate Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., with a confused look on his face.

What? Nick died? When? Who did it?

What——! I did it!? What did I do!

Alexander, who was already confused, became even more confused.

"That's right, Lord Chief, that's what everyone says."

Agent Ward stood stiffly in front of Alexander, his forehead lowered and looking at the ground.

The entire office room was dim. Alexander sat behind the only light source, so his expression could not be seen clearly. The light shone on the small sculpture of the SHIELD logo on the desk, casting a huge shadow on the ground.

"What? Chief! Call me Mr. Pierce." Alexander frowned and corrected, then said:

"Are you sure it wasn't one of ours who did it?"

"I have confirmed with people from various organizations that they are definitely not our people." Ward replied seriously:

"And according to the investigation, Chief Nick, he...he encountered the New York police."

Alexander's expression froze, and he frowned in confusion:

"so what……?"

Seeing that Alexander didn't react, Ward reorganized his words and then reported:

"Mr. Pierce, you have to know that Nick's skin color is slightly different from ours.

According to a report from the Daily Bugle.

The black man met the police on his way home. The police saw Chief Nick driving a more advanced Chevrolet than theirs, so they became suspicious of Chief Nick's identity and wanted to check Chief Nick's ID.

But Director Nick took out a fake FBI ID and handed it to them, so the police saw through his plan and wanted to arrest him. "

Alexander's expression froze. After a moment's silence, he said:

"Yes, in New York, a stubborn Ni driving a Chevrolet with a sullen face, a black American is indeed very eye-catching, and then what?"

Ward continued to report emotionlessly:

"The officer then angrily said the 'N' word to Chief Nick, who then said the 'F' word back to him.

The police commended Chief Nick on his life story, and Chief Nick also extended a friendly greeting to the police officer's mother.

In the end, Chief Nick said that the police were racist, but the policeman said that he himself was an albino Nick, and you could also call him Copernicus, but that wouldn't be considered racist.

Seeing that the chief was in trouble, Nick started the car and tried to flee, but he rear-ended a tanker truck during the car chase. Now the policeman has been put on administrative leave. According to our investigation, he really did not have any problems..."

"That's enough..." Rubbing his brows, Alexander interrupted Ward and said:

“It doesn’t matter whether this police officer has a problem or not, what matters is Nick!

Inform senior officials that we need to hold a meeting immediately.

From what I know about Nick, he's not going to die that easily, and now that he's out of our sight, God knows what he'll do!

Let the cadres come immediately, our plan needs to be accelerated!"

Ward nodded, and then his strange gaze fell again on the SHIELD logo statue on Alexander's desk.

For some reason, the more he looked at it, the more he felt it looked like Dongpeng Special Drink. Did Director Alexander... secretly accept the endorsement?

Sculpture of the Dongpeng Special Shield logo

A few hours later, a passenger plane was hovering 30,000 meters above the Antarctic.

Here, far away from the troubles of the world and isolated from all communications, no one can detect it and no equipment can monitor it. It is absolutely safe here.

This was part of the infrastructure that Alexander had prepared for this meeting.

Because he often eavesdrops on others, he is more prepared to take precautions.

It was also here that Alexander and his most trusted men gathered together.

Sitting in the office, Alexander's expression was serious and deep. He was the first to speak:

"You've all heard...

Nick Fury...died before we could do anything."

"Isn't this great? We don't have to take action." said Rumlow, one of Alexander's most trusted men.

"No--

Although Nick Fury is our enemy, we all know that Nick Fury is not that easy to deal with.

How could he die so easily?

Even if we take action, we don’t think things will go so smoothly…” Sitwell, one of Alexander’s most trusted men, said seriously.

"Maybe? Maybe Nick Fury is really dead, and those policemen shot him to death and then disguised it as an accident. Doesn't we at Hydra often do this?" Alexander's new confidant, Agent Ward, expressed a different opinion.

"How is that possible?!" Sitwell shook his head and said:

"Even if we take action, it will take a huge amount of manpower and material resources to kill Nick. How can those policemen do it without any flaws?"

"It's entirely possible." Natasha, a popular figure who had recently joined Alexander, said as she read a book:

"The New York Police Department is not as simple as you think, and... before Nick got into the accident, he hit Agent Carter's car."

"Agent Carter~?!" Rumlow shuddered all over, his voice cracking as he exclaimed. He turned his head and said solemnly to Alexander:

"That's right! Mr. Pierce, if it was Agent Carter, then Nick Fury's death would not be surprising."

Sitwell's expression froze. As Alexander's most trusted subordinate, he expressed his hostility and distrust towards Natasha's words at the right time.

"Agent Natasha! You defected from Hydra in exchange for being able to monitor Nick Fury! Who knows if this was a joint effort between the two of you.

Now Nick is missing, alive or dead..."

"Snap—" Natasha raised her hand and snapped her fingers, then closed the textbook in her hand and said:

"What a coincidence, because I was recently in charge of monitoring K. Fury, so I rushed to the scene shortly after he got into trouble. I know you won't believe it, so I brought Nick's body with me. Believe it or not, you can judge for yourself~"

As she spoke, Natasha raised her hand and patted the not-so-big backpack at her feet.

Alexander:? !!!

Sitwell: ????

Ward took a step forward and walked quickly to Natasha's side. He grabbed the package and raised it to the table.

He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and unzipped his pants.

Then a burning smell began to spread throughout the cabin, causing Natasha to frown in disgust.

Rumlow's expression trembled. We haven't said anything yet, but you, the culprit who carried Nick's body with him, are the first to show disdain.

Inside the bag was a deformed, charred corpse.

After shrinkage and carbonization, it is completely impossible to tell whether he was a black person before, but at least it is certain that he was a black person in the end.

His body was curled up here and folded into a weird angle for easy storage. The position of his hands and feet was also unnatural, and some parts were broken, as if they had been forced in.

It's really scary!

Looking at the corpse's face, whose specific features could not be discerned at all, Alexander swallowed.

As expected of an ace agent born in the KGB, his methods are brutal.

Zipping back the package, Ward gasped.

It turned out to be Nick's body. He thought there might be a bomb inside!

Sitwell was only surprised for a moment, then maintained his own character and said from Alexander's perspective:

"How do you prove that this is Nick? And not just a random corpse?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said calmly:

"Of course it's DNA testing. DNA fragments can be detected in the ashes after cremation. It shows that the incineration cannot completely destroy the DNA in the bones..."

"Nick, he... is really dead?" Looking at the handbag on the conference table and smelling Nick's stench, Alexander had a strange expression and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"how come?"

Frowning, Alexander closed his eyes and began to ponder.

Thousands of thoughts raced through his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, he had regained his composure.

"Nick Fury is definitely not dead. No matter how he did it, the body in front of us is a fake. What we have to do... is to turn his fake death into real death..."

"Oh?" Natasha was very interested. "What should we do? How should we find Nick?"

"Nick Fury is a cunning and deep-minded person. Since he has become suspicious and chose to fake his death, he will never easily trust or contact anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D....

Except...Captain America."

"So, we should closely monitor Captain America now?" Sitwell asked.

"No——" Alexander shook his head.

"That would be too deliberate, and it would easily alert the enemy." Alexander continued, squinting his eyes:

"Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., release all the evidence I have collected about Nick Fury. Whether Nick is ready to act or not, we must force him to act immediately. Once he really takes action, he will definitely lose.

besides……"

Alexander's eyes swept across everyone present, especially lingering on Natasha for a moment.

"Be careful of the traps Nick Fury may have set. Since he has discovered the anomaly in SHIELD, he may have already sent SHIELD agents to infiltrate our organization by mixing in with SHIELD agents."

Alexander looked around, and then at Rumlow, Sitwell, Ward, and Natasha, and said:

"Be careful of the people around us, each of them could be a traitor!"

Alexander's confidants nodded repeatedly, looking cautious and solemn.

……

In a dirty and smelly alley in New York City, two ragged homeless people pinned the other down, and the man underneath was struggling desperately with his filthy hands.

"Let me go! Let me go, you nigger! I want to go home! I want to go home! Wuuuuuuu... I am so unlucky to meet you!"

The one-eyed tramp above exerted force with his palm, and the man below immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah—you damn nigger! When I get back, I'll make you—"

Before he could finish his words, the man above picked up the empty Coke can next to him, stuffed it into his mouth, grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground.

He then put his face closer to that person, revealing the face of Nick Fury who had faked his death and escaped.

"Shut your stinky mouth. We are now tied together. If something goes wrong, no one can escape."

"Woo woo woo..." Hammer's expression was desperate.

He was just sleeping in the basement of his company, how did he end up like this?

Damn Kakarot, what a jinx. I finally escaped from Kakarot's clutches, but now I fall into the hands of Nick, this evil star.

I'm too difficult.

Hammer sobbed and took out the can of Coke from his mouth. He retched a few times, then lay on his back on the ground and said:

"Whatever you want, I can give it to you. I don't want to play with you anymore."

Nick glanced at Hammer with a cold face, raised his hand and picked him up from the ground, and said at an extremely close distance:

"Justin Hammer! I could have left you there and watched you turn into a charred corpse.

I saved you not because I am kind, but because you are worth using.

If I find that you are no longer valuable, I don't mind letting you die quietly again."

Hammer shuddered as he met Nick's eyes, and stammered:

"What are those two guys who turned into our looks? What are they?"

Throwing Hammer aside, Nick looked at Hammer who staggered to the ground and said in a cold voice:

"That's a transformation potion developed by the Skrulls. Unfortunately, it can only be used on dead people... Living people can't withstand the injection of Skrull blood.

Well, the question time for the Baby Bus has come to an end. Let’s wait until it gets dark and then hit the road.”

"Are we still on the road?" Hammer had a bitter expression.

For many years, he has been well-fed and well-clothed and lived a life of luxury.

Not to mention going out, he even wanted to drive away at home. Several hours of sleeping in the open air had already cost him half his life.

Keep going? He was afraid he would die on the road.

Glancing at Hammer, Nick seemed to be talking to him, but also seemed to be talking to himself:

"Now, Alexander must have received the news of my death and may have even seen my body. We don't have much time left...

I must go find the person I trust the most, the only person who can help me right now."

"Who?" Hammer asked doubtfully, "Are you talking about Captain America Steve?"

"No..." Nick shook his head and stared in one direction with his deep eyes.

"Steve is no longer trustworthy. He has been acting strangely since he came back from the fake Hydra. He is not only investigating me, but he has also found out some things. I have given him many chances, but he never asked me.

He didn't intend to ask me because he no longer trusted me..."

"So... who are you looking for?"

Nick said in a low voice:

"He is the backup I had prepared long ago, someone who has nothing to do with all this from the beginning to the end, yet is extremely important.

My secret agent, Deadpool."