Sentinel

Chapter 145 Three Phone Calls
The night is approaching, Nick Fury is standing in front of the window, looking at the galloping Potomac River, in the dimly lit lights, a marble obelisk pierces the sky like a sharp sword, it is a memorial for the first president of the United States. The monument built by President George Washington is often visited by tourists. After climbing to the top through the high-speed elevator, you can have a panoramic view of the whole city from the small window.

Just south of the Washington Monument is the White House, the official residence of the president with green grass. Twenty minutes ago, the black director received a private call from the vice president's staff. There was no expected strong condemnation or stern reprimand. A very politically ambitious Mr. Vice President just asked about the situation in a friendly manner, and hung up the phone after a few minutes of pleasantries.

Fury was silent for a long time, and he just found out that the Vice President, who was born in South Carolina and served as the majority whip of the House of Representatives, is not only a veteran politician with great political ambitions and prospects, but also a loving daughter. Good father.

Francis Underwood, his daughter suffers from a disability in her right leg. His wife often sighs because of this matter, and her daughter also has a slight tendency to depression. According to the information obtained by S.H.I.E.L.D. Little cutie, she also had a suicide experience.

Umbrella's yet-to-be-launched Kris drug was developed specifically for patients with handicapped limbs. That young man with a radiant appearance may have connected with Vice President Underwood through this relationship. As for the Whether there is a deeper transaction is unknown.

"I don't believe you can lead others every time." Fury stared at Sean on the holographic projection, his voice cold.

At first, he suspected the other party because of an occupational disease of a secret agent leader, but after a detailed investigation, he found that this young man was really suspicious. He was always like a bystander, wandering on the edge of various incidents, and seemed to have nothing to do with him. It doesn't matter, but it is full of many weird things that need to be carefully thought out.

Nick Fury, who has served as a high-level intelligence agency, knows that there are no repeated and repeated coincidences in this world. If such a thing happens, it can only prove that everything is man-made or directed.

The pressure exerted by a vice president is not enough to make the S.H.I.E.L.D. Seize the opportunity to make things difficult.

"Sir, the Pentagon is on the phone."

Nick Fury answered the communication with a gloomy face. The voice of General Ross came from the other end. He could almost imagine the arrogant and arrogant face of this military hawk general.

If the White House's dissatisfaction with S.H.I.E.L.D. is only due to the isolation of power, which prevents even the president from directly commanding this large-scale secret agency, then the hostility of the military is due to the fact that Fury's S.H.I.E.L.D. Terrible power over various intelligence services.

This huge organization rooted in the United States can directly transfer personnel from the four major intelligence agencies and recruit agents, and does not need to directly apply for funding from the IC (US National Intelligence Unit) and the Department of Defense, so it does not need to be constrained by the White House and the military. , At the same time, it has set up branches in various countries, established a confidential system with strict authority, and has great autonomy and executive power.

Presumably, when the World Security Council chose to expand the agency formerly known as the Strategic Science Corps, no one would have imagined that such a huge organization with global influence would be born.

Hearing the stern scolding on the phone, Fury responded lightly: "Of course I know that Mr. Seapers is a very good young man... I just asked him to come back to help investigate some trivial matters. Please rest assured, General, We will definitely send him back safely... How long will it take? You know, interrogation... It always takes a little time to assist in the investigation."

Although the one-eyed black man hated those politicians, he had to admit that their rambling and changing skills were very effective in the current situation.

After about four or 10 minutes, the topic has changed from releasing Sean from S.H.I.E.L.D. to military operations on the Central Asian battlefield and the Pentagon’s intelligence network construction. The friends chatted like homely, talking about some trivial things.

With a loud "bang", the phone cut to a busy tone. The black bureau chief curled his lips and said with a smile: "I'm a lot older, and my temper is still so grumpy."

Putting down the phone in his hand, his smile gradually subsided. In Nick Fury's one-eyed eyes, there was a sharp cold light. He looked like a seasoned hunter, watching the prey that had fallen into the trap struggling desperately.

"Who else is there, Osborne Industries? Or other chaebol forces?" He snorted coldly.

This suspected New York genius is indeed well-connected. Whether it is a high-ranking vice president or a powerful general in the Pentagon, they are all willing to speak out for him, but SHIELD is different from other intelligence agencies or governments. Department, even with the pressure from two big figures, Fury felt that he could still withstand it.

He looked at the young man being interrogated by Grant Ward in the video. This was just the first step of simple torture, and there were more methods waiting for Sean.

Even the terrorists with fanatical beliefs during World War II, after being processed by S.H.I.E.L.D., as long as they did not commit suicide by taking poison, they basically confessed all the secrets in their minds.

This is a huge organization that maintains world order and stability, and the blood and terror hidden behind it is no less than that of another famous organization, Hydra.

While his thoughts were floating, the phone rang again. Fury glanced at it, and it was not the expected Osborne Industries, or other chaebol groups.

"Tony... I didn't expect you to call me." The black director was quite surprised.

"Pepper told me that you took away the partner that Stark Industries finally found." The playboy said lazily, "Don't wait until tomorrow morning, the whole New York will know that a promising, worthy A young man who represents the modern version of the American Dream is being brutally held by an unknown intelligence service."

"They have neither issued an arrest warrant, nor have they been approved by Congress or any official agency. After that, there are all kinds of criticisms. Presumably the White House will not stand on your side, those politicians It will only take advantage of the situation to add insult to injury, and incidentally emphasize the importance of power control."

Tony Stark said casually, with a nonchalant tone: "Guess the World Security Council, is it possible to continue to let things ferment, you can't produce any evidence to accuse Sean, even if there is evidence, those big men I will also feel that you are making a fuss out of a molehill, and it is not a major crisis that will destroy the world, so it is not worthy of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s concern."

Nick Fury was silent for a long time before he said: "When did you know so much about S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Uh... To be honest, your database firewall is too simple. It took me just over an hour to break through it, although it didn't enter the core data... But don't worry, I will help you fill the loophole before I leave. "

Tony seemed quite complacent, but the face of the black director became a little darker. He didn't care about Stark's nonsense, but instead asked, "I can't figure out why you want to help Sean Sipers."

"If you mean, why should I help a villain whose real face may be evil, insidious and cunning, I think this question is meaningless."

"From the time I knew my father was an arms dealer at the age of eight, I began to understand that there is no pure camp of good and evil in this world. My father often said that' dying every year from smoking is better than dying from weapons. There are far more people, but cigarettes are still sold, and the guns I sell at least have safety bolts'!"

"Of course I also know that the so-called arms dealers sell weapons to protect the country. It's just a beautiful lie. There are three ways to trade arms in the world, white legal, black illegal, and Stark Industries before. My favorite gray, a successful arms dealer, does all three."

Tony, who was far away in Stark's mansion, was lying on the breezy terrace, the ark reactor on his chest was refreshed, and his body was full of vitality.

　ps: I thought you joined the group because you admired the handsome and cute new author. I never thought that it was a bunch of evil forces. I was trembling, so I could only publish this chapter in advance~
　　Cough cough, there is only one chapter tomorrow, so is it easy to save some manuscripts? (Resentment ing)

　　
　
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