Chapter 159 After the War

Because the person standing there was actually a black "boiled egg" - Nick Fury.

The moment he saw Nick Fury, the little bit of pleasure that Wes had just felt because he was about to enjoy the fresh air disappeared without a trace.

Wes's face darkened, and his eyes showed obvious impatience.

His eyes flashed with displeasure, and his tone was as hard as ice, and he said coldly: "I have nothing to say to you."

"Hand over the things, and you will naturally not see me anymore." Nick Fury's words were a little threatening, trying to force Wes to submit in this way.

Wes was not moved at all, he walked directly past Nick Fury.

"The things are already mine, if you want them, just grab them from me."

Wes's voice was full of confidence and provocation, and he met Nick Fury's gaze without fear.

"Asshole, do you know what you are doing?" Nick Fury's face became even gloomier, and his voice was full of anger.

"Of course I know." Wes glanced at Nick with contempt: "Are you ready?"

"What preparation?" Nick Fury frowned even more, he didn't understand what Wes meant.

"Of course it's preparation for war, my war with you!" Wes's voice was sonorous and powerful.

The agents around him suddenly became nervous, their hands tightly grasped their weapons, their eyes full of vigilance.

However, without Nick Fury's order, no one dared to do anything.

Wes just walked past them.

The agents could only watch him leave, but they didn't dare to make any moves.

Nick Fury led the agents to retreat.

The undercurrent in SHIELD was surging, and the Hydra hidden in it became active.

"This is an opportunity to provoke the conflict between the wizard and Fury, and use the wizard's hand to clean up the group loyal to Fury. We can easily control the entire SHIELD."

In a secret room, Alexander Pierce, a Hydra traitor who sneaked into SHIELD, summoned his subordinates. They sat together and discussed how to deal with Wes.

Brock Rumlow said bitterly: "It's better to capture that conceited wizard and brainwash him, so that he can become a tool to serve us for life."

After falling into Weiss's hands twice in a row, Weiss's arrogant attitude made Rumlow, who was very self-righteous, jealous.

"Crossbones, don't bring personal emotions into the mission. It's not so easy to capture wizards alive."

Pierce scolded Brock Rumlow severely.

After being scolded by Pierce, Crossbones became much more honest. He lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Our strength is still very weak. It's time for us to show our strength after we control the entire SHIELD and reborn through a shell."

Pierce's eyes flashed with ambition.

"Boss," the bald man Sitwell suggested, "We can ask for help."

You know, Hydra is not just the branch lurking in SHIELD.

For decades, Hydra has infiltrated the whole world.

Pierce thought about it and rejected the proposal.

Although they are all Hydra, they don't control each other. It costs a price to ask those guys to help.

It's not that time yet. He doesn't want to expose his strength too early, nor does he want to owe favors.

Everyone knows that in the shocking Battle of New York, a mysterious wizard performed magical magic and defeated many aliens with amazing power.

However, although the deeds of this wizard are passed on by word of mouth among the people, not many people really know what he looks like.

After all, it's good to be able to save your life in that chaotic battlefield.

As for the government and the military, they will not take the initiative to help Weiss with publicity.

On the one hand, they may be wary of unknown forces and don't want the public to pay too much attention to magic, a power that is difficult to control.

On the other hand, they also have their own political considerations and interests, and are unwilling to let an uncontrolled individual become the focus of public worship.

However, the public is full of curiosity and admiration for this mysterious wizard.

In the streets and alleys of New York, children dressed as wizards can be seen everywhere.

They wear black pointed hats, hold homemade wands, and even ride a broom, imitating the heroes in their minds.

In the toy store, wizards' figurines and toys are also filled with shelves, and together with the peripheral products of other Avengers members, they attract the children's attention.

On TV, related cartoons are also played, showing the wizards' magical magic and heroic deeds with vivid pictures.

Weiss walked leisurely on the streets of New York, slowly sweeping his eyes around the scene.

The streets are crowded with pedestrians and cars, and everything seems to have returned to the bustle and hustle of the past.

Looking at all this, Weiss can't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

Humans are really a highly adaptable creature.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Faced with the sudden alien invasion, the whole world fell into great panic and chaos.

Cities were destroyed, lives were taken away, and people's lives were completely disrupted.

However, in just a short time, people began to gradually accept this cruel reality.

They were not knocked down by fear, but bravely stood up and began to rebuild their homes again.

The children were running happily on the street, their faces were filled with innocent smiles.

These little figures are the hope of the future.

They rushed to take out their pocket money and happily bought superhero peripheral products.

Those exquisite figurines and cool toys made the children love them.

The candy packaging bags were also printed with the images of the Avengers members.

Wes had to admire the sharp minds of capitalists. No matter when, they could quickly seize business opportunities and transform people's enthusiasm into actual business benefits.

[It seems that they didn't give me copyright fees. Can I sue them for infringement? ]

Such a sentence suddenly popped up in Wes's mind, almost making himself laugh.

He shook his head and continued to walk aimlessly.

In this way, Wes strolled on the streets of New York until he was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Wes, can we talk?"

Wes looked back and saw that it was Steve.

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do now."

Steve took Wes to Brooklyn, where he was born and grew up.

Although most of the people and things he used to be familiar with are gone, Steve still likes to stay here.

Every street and every building here carries his memories and emotions.

"You are also a New Yorker." Steve said.

"I guess so. I haven't been here often since I was a child, so I am not as familiar with New York as you are."