Chapter 168 Curse
Nick Fury's eyes were red at this moment, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly. He wished he could cut Wes into pieces immediately.

The subordinates he brought with him were all elite agents carefully trained by S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Every agent stands out after going through layers of rigorous training and cruel screening.

They should continue to play an important role in maintaining world peace.

But now that they are all dead, this is undoubtedly a heavy and unbearable blow to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Besides, this is Washington, the capital and political center of the United States, where the country's core power institutions and countless important figures gather.

If such a serious incident occurs here, its impact will be like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, triggering a series of unpredictable chain reactions.

The consequences are so serious that they are unimaginable. Nick Fury is well aware of the enormous pressure he will soon face.

At the same time, Weiss and the clone slowly raised their heads at the same time.

"coming."

A set of steel armor with red and gold as the main color came roaring with dazzling light like a bright meteor that streaked through the dark night sky.

A fighter jet followed closely behind and arrived at the scene in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" The iron armor fell from the sky and landed on one knee. The powerful impact caused the ground to tremble slightly, raising a cloud of dust.

Steve, Natasha and Hawkeye all landed on the lawn.

The surviving agents lay on the ground, groaning in pain, their cries echoing in the air.
The voice was full of pain, fear and helplessness, which made people feel sad.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, pungent and strong. The billowing smoke was like the tentacles of a devil, slowly rising and covering the sky.

The bomb-pitted ground, overturned armored vehicles and broken buildings make this place look like a battlefield somewhere in the Middle East.

"Wes, we need to talk!" Steve's firm and loud voice rang out.

"Sir, the one in front of you is not the wizard himself but a clone that is a cluster of energy."

Jarvis's steady voice came through the communication system.

Wes was not surprised by the arrival of the Avengers. When things got out of hand, someone had to clean up the mess.

Without him making any movement, Pierce's body floated up uncontrollably, like a light feather, following behind Wes.

This feeling of having no control over his body made Pierce, a powerful figure in normal times, feel extremely annoyed but helpless, and he could only curse in his heart.

Wes seemed extremely relaxed as he walked onto the lawn with leisurely steps.

The clone also slowly approached him, and as the distance shortened, the clone merged naturally and smoothly with Weiss's body like water flowing into the sea.

Steve Weiss appeared and hurriedly said, "Wes, let Pierce go. Things haven't developed to an irreversible point yet."

His tone was filled with worry and anxiety. He knew that if the situation got out of control, it would lead to unimaginable consequences.

"Since S.H.I.E.L.D. has issued a bounty, it means they are ready for war." Weiss's voice echoed in the air.

His eyes were as sharp as swords, staring closely at Nick Fury and others.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is undoubtedly declaring war on me, and they should know what that means."

Weiss's words revealed a strong sense of oppression.

"Nonsense, SHIELD has not offered a bounty on you." Nick Fury quickly retorted: "SHIELD has absolutely not issued any bounty against you, I can be sure of that. It is impossible that SHIELD has not lost 300 million in funds." Nick Fury's tone was firm.

"So, this person is not from S.H.I.E.L.D." Weiss narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Pierce is indeed a SHIELD agent. He has no right or the authority to use such a large sum of money. Someone must have framed him."

Nick Fury firmly believes that everything in S.H.I.E.L.D. is under his control.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has a strict management system and supervision mechanism. Such a situation would never happen."

"Idiot," Weiss scoffed, his voice full of disdain.

Wes stabbed the wand directly into Pierce's head, but no blood came out. This scene was extremely weird.

"Ah~~" Pierce's eyes turned white and he kept wailing.

Weiss twirled the wand little by little, and Pierce twitched all over, suffering great pain.

A silver-white transparent thread was pulled out from Pierce's head.

Weiss waved his wand, and the silk thread flew into the air and exploded like a firework.

In an instant, a picture appeared in the air. It was the memory of Pierce instructing his men to issue a bounty.

The picture is extremely clear, even clearer than 4K quality, and even the pores on Pierce's face are clearly visible.

Nick Fury's first reaction was that this memory was fabricated by Wes. However, when he looked closely at the picture, he found the familiar decoration of the office in the background and some details of Pierce's movements, which people who were not familiar with it would not know.

Faced with the conclusive evidence, several people were speechless and their faces became very ugly.

Steve frowned slightly.

Tony cursed out loud: "Damn it! It's your SHIELD's fault again. Are we just toilet paper to wipe your butt?"

Nick Fury had no idea about this but he knew he couldn't admit it:
"Who knows if you made this memory up? It can't be used as evidence."

However, his words seemed so pale and powerless in the face of such solid evidence.

Thick skin can stop a bullet. Wes wasn't about to argue with Nick Fury. He simply looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with mockery. Wes knew it was pointless to argue with Nick Fury; he would only use excuses and justifications to shirk responsibility. Wes decided to solve the problem his own way.

A black mist emerged from Weiss's wand. The black mist seemed to have life and slowly penetrated into Pierce's nostrils and ears.

Pierce watched this scene in horror. He wanted to struggle but found that he could not move at all. "What did you do to me?"

Pierce's voice was filled with fear and unease.

He felt unbearable itchiness all over, as if countless ants were crawling on his body.

Pierce kept rubbing his hands on the grass, trying to ease the pain, but to no avail.

"This spell won't kill you. It's just a small curse."

Wes touched his thumb and index finger together.

"This curse won't cause you pain, it'll only make you itch."

(End of this chapter)

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