Chapter 3131: Wedding preparation
Earth 40K, at this time.
In the top-floor office of the Trinity Wing Building, Fury looked at the people on the other side of the desk with a cigar in there. The air was filled with an inexplicable atmosphere:
"Dugan, don't ask why, you just need to answer me, Howl can the commando complete the mission."
Although he spoke serious words, he was an old comrade after all, and Fury rolled a high-end cigar from the table to the bearded man wearing a bowler hat.
The person called to the office was Dum playing Dugan, but the fat man with a big belly looked embarrassed at this time, caught the cigar, and sighed:
"Nick, do you really know what you are talking about?"
Fury stood up in the dark and looked at the night view outside through the tempered glass. Washington DC does not have the illuminated skyscrapers of New York, but has more green spaces and fountains.
Of course, at night, it looked like it was pitch black, and occasionally a plane flew by, so that you could see the shadows of lights passing by the lake downstairs.
"I'm sober, I can't explain to you why I gave such a task, I just need you to execute the order."
"My team can't accept such an order." Dugan threw the folder in his hand on the desk, replied impatiently, took out his lighter and lit his cigarette: "You are completely talking crazy, you let me give How many doors do you look for? It may be a green door, a red door, a brown door, if there is no door, maybe a window will work? Are you sure you did not eat anything wrong?"
"No." Fury didn't even turn his head, but put his hands behind his back: "You haven't read the information I gave you. Those are not ordinary doors and windows. They contain energy, and they are doors and windows that lead to parallel universes. Yes. If it is not for doors and windows, then manhole covers for sewers are also possible."
Thinking of the smile of the death knell, Fury filled the drain again.
Dugan then picked up the mission briefing and looked at it carefully. It was considered to have pressured his spleen back, but after reading it, he shook his head: "I don't have enough manpower. Although there are werewolves and vampires in the Howling Commando, there are human-like ones. Monsters, but how many doors and windows are there on earth? How could I give you one to check?"
"Kama Taj’s druid master is now an occult consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I’m temporarily seconding him to you." Ferry turned and walked back to the desk and sat down, shaking his cigar on the ashtray: "If he If you want to know, then you will definitely know. All you need to do is take out the information that the death knell knows from the druid's mouth."
"That's Kama Taj's person, how do you want me to dig it?" Dugan also sat down and put his short legs on the desk: "It must not work hard, but I'm a soldier, and it's not me. Specialties."
"You figure it out by yourself, as long as the result is the result, even if you drug him or betray your ass." Fury didn't intend to continue this topic, waved his hand and asked Dugan to execute the order: "Leave my office now. Go and get things done, Lieutenant."
Dugan raised his hand to salute speechlessly, but he didn’t say anything in his mouth: “Oh, sir, what the **** did I owe you in my previous life? Nick, good things have never been my Roaring Commando’s turn. Find me."
Hearing his complaint, the salted egg laughed instead: "Get out, you owed me several lives during World War II, now you pay me the debt honestly."
Dugan held a cigar in his hand and raised his **** to the director. He lowered his head and walked away, groaning as he walked.
When he went out, he passed by a man, the blond man wearing a brown leather jacket with a friendly smile on his face:
"Good evening, Dugan, do you seem to be in a bad mood? Have a drink together tonight? Natasha sent me a text message not long ago, saying that she found a new bar very interesting and told Big Bird to have fun."
"Good evening to you too, Captain, but drinking is free. We all know that you are not drunk at all." Du Gen smiled bitterly, and his lips squirmed under his thick beard: "Fry gave it to me. A secret mission, I can’t explain it to you.”
"Understood, I won't ask, but have you received the invitation?"
Steve smiled, held the doorknob, and talked about something else.
"What invitation?" Dugan stopped, took the cigar from his mouth and held it in his hand: "The group of comrades we know are almost dead, right?"
"This." The captain took out a piece of cardboard with lace bow from his jacket and shook it in his hand: "Deadpool's wedding invitation, I went fishing with Bucky in the afternoon, and when I got home, I found the bathroom. There is an invitation in the toilet."
"The invitation from Deadpool in the toilet...you just grabbed it?" Dugan's expression became very admiring, compared with a thumb: "I have convinced you from the past. You never seem to be afraid of getting sick. ."
The captain scratched his eyebrows speechlessly, and placed the white invitation in front of the beard:
"Don't say that, Deadpool is indeed a bit dirty and smelly. The moral values and the lower limits of life are a bit lower, but he is a cancer patient, and cancer is not contagious. In addition, his invitation was covered with plastic film earlier. Yes, my toilet is also very clean."
Damn blew a puff of smoke and shook his head: "I'm not sure about that person, Steve, you know what I'm talking about."
The captain nodded, and he patted the sleeve of his jacket: "I don't know him well, let alone whether he is a villain or not. UU read www.uukanshu.com, but someone posted an invitation. I think it’s better to be polite. To go."
"No, I'm just talking about the sewer connected to the toilet." Dugan turned and left, not picking up the piece of paper to observe: "I haven't taken care of going home yet, but if I receive an invitation, let's go. You can take a taxi together at any time."
"It's settled." The captain smiled and walked into Fury's office in a good mood: "Nick, are you looking for me?"
"Yes." Ferry opened the desk drawer and took out a piece of almost identical cardboard: "This is what I asked you to talk about. Just five minutes ago, there was an extra one in the toilet in my office. Invitation, Deadpool."
Captain America nodded and stood straight at the table: "You want me to check how this invitation appears in everyone's toilet."
"This is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I am the director of S.H.I. Understand?"
"I'm not sure if I can talk to him, but I will help you go to Spider-Man and ask, that kid is very close to Deadpool."
Steve put away his invitation, and pushed Fury's share back, turning around to leave:
"I think there should be no malice in Deadpool. He even sprayed perfume on the invitation."
"Is it unimportant, but I don't want to see him in my toilet. What is he? Is he a Japanese ghost? Reaching out from the toilet to touch my black ass?"
Fury waved his hand to indicate that there was nothing to say. He turned his chair and continued to look at the scenery outside the window:
"I'll go to the wedding, but the captain, you can't let Deadpool do whatever you want. Go talk to him. By the way, check this bride named Xia Kela. She is not in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, as if she suddenly appeared. Same."
