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Chapter 205 This world is corrupted (Seeking monthly votes)

Upon hearing Nick Fury's words, even the usually aloof Frank's expression changed.

He stared intently at Nick Fury in front of him.

A terrifying aura spread out.

Like an enraged lion staring at its prey.

Even Nick Fury, a former top agent with an exceptionally calm and collected demeanor, felt the pressure.

He was somewhat surprised.

He pondered to himself.

Frank seemed different from the person he knew. That look in his eyes, that pressure—it was something no ordinary person could do.

Could something have happened to Frank that I don't know about during this time?

As former "old friends".

Nick Fury knew all too well how terrifying Frank was.

Nick Fury knew long ago that Frank was undoubtedly the pinnacle of human individual combat power, ranking at the highest level of 10 according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rating system.

So after Frank's incident, Nick Fury continued to keep an eye on him.

He even personally investigated and uncovered the truth behind the murder of Frank's family.

He was just waiting for the day when he could use this opportunity to curry favor with Frank, ideally bringing him under his wing, or at least cooperating with him.

But this time he couldn't wait.

Nick Fury needs Frank's help, so he risks exposure and travels to Hell's Kitchen in New York to find Frank.

As he pondered, Frank's cold voice rang in Nick Fury's ear.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me cleanse my enemies," Nick Fury answered without hesitation.

This is an interesting statement.

Nick Fury wasn't referring to a single enemy, but rather many.

Frank understood.

So he refused.

"My time is limited."

"It won't waste your time, Frank."

Frank fell silent.

But the silence did not last long.

His determination to avenge his family made him willing to pay any price.

He has been investigating the truth for so long, but progress has been very slow.

He was unable to find the real culprit behind the scenes for a long time; the other party was hiding too well.

Nick Fury might be the only one who knows the truth, and he can't let this opportunity slip by.

"I agree, but you know the consequences of deceiving me, Fury."

"certainly."

When Nick Fury saw Frank agree, he was not surprised and nodded slightly.

A cold glint flashed in his one eye.

Pierce, your end is near.

And Frank, what exactly happened to you?

Sokovia, Novigler.

As the capital of a country, this place has no wealth, no peace, only decay.

Novigler is surrounded by the steep, deep green foothills of the Carpathian Mountains. The city stretches along a river valley, through which a muddy river flows, with dense residential and industrial areas on both banks.

But the atmosphere here is very oppressive.

It has long been a chessboard for great power rivalry, and the air is thick with weariness, vigilance, and suppressed anger.

The central square of the old town.

A huge gray slate square stands with bronze statues of Soviet-era heroes, holding aloft flags and rifles, surrounded by brutalist government buildings, an opera house, and a post office.

The exterior walls are faded and peeling, bearing anti-war slogans, hatred of America, Tony Stark's slogans, and bullet holes.

Winter in December.

Large numbers of Sokovia residents, men, women, and children, walked side by side beneath old apartment buildings and along the stone steps of the square, their faces filled with resentment.

And fatigue.

They are in a march.

People held up tattered banners and black-and-white photos of the deceased, their shouts in Slavic language low and somber, each one a condemnation of the trauma inflicted by the war.

The procession moved slowly forward, with shouts and cheers rising and falling from the crowd.

"The war has taken away our families."

"Reject endless disputes."

"Don't let Sokovia become a battlefield again."

"We just want to live a peaceful life."

Some people held up photos of the victims, their angry shouts filled with grief and indignation. The people along the street stood solemnly, echoing the protests in unison.

It has suffered from war for many years, and the flames of war have even swept through Sokovia's capital.

Everywhere there are dilapidated buildings and ever-increasing prices.

Countless people lost their homes, friends, and jobs because of this. They did not enjoy peace, but only the trauma and suffering brought by war.

The meager wages earned by everyone after a hard day's work are barely enough to buy a few loaves of bread.

Many people cannot afford to support their families.

Many people have no choice but to beg on the streets.

This is what Sokovia used to be like, if it weren't for the fact that a few months ago, someone funded the church and several welfare homes and orphanages.

More people will die.

These ordinary people were unaware of the power struggles behind the war; all they knew was that there could be no more wars.

Unfortunately, their protests went unheeded.

Because they are just a group of people from the bottom of society who have no ability to resist and no voice.

On the top floor of an apartment building not far from the central square.

Several figures stood watching the scene below, their brows furrowed.

"A bunch of damn bastards."

One of them, wearing a plain thick cotton coat, much like the Sokovians, and also somewhat worn out, but with a darker complexion, couldn't help but mutter a curse.

She wasn't criticizing the innocent Sokovians who were participating in the anti-war protests.

Rather, it is those who brought war to this country.

"This is the truth of the world, Domino. Those in power enjoy the wealth plundered from war, but they cannot see the blood and tears of the people at the bottom."

Beside the woman stood a burly, 1.9-meter-tall Eastern European man, his face filled with anger.

As an Eastern European, he was more able to empathize with these Sokovians.

Because he was also a victim of war.

If he hadn't met a leader who changed his fate, he might have become a mercenary after retiring from the military, died on some battlefield, or been wounded and forced to retire, spending all his savings and becoming homeless on the streets.

He eventually died in a dark alley.

"We need to change all of this," Domino said seriously.

These people were Domino, Astartes, and Raven, who had come to Sokovia on a mission.

There were six people in the group.

Aside from Domino, the Grey Knight, there are three Astartes and two Ravens.

The others also wore expressions of pity and anger.

Anyone with a conscience who comes to Sokovia and sees the situation there will be unable to help but empathize.

"Believe me, if it weren't for the leader enabling Executive Officer Karen to establish funding for orphanages and churches around the world, Sokovia would have been even more miserable."

"It was a former Red Room Black Widow, now a Raven Warrior, who said coldly."

"It's almost here. This world is corrupt. Only the leader can end war and sorrow, and we are the leader's sharp blade, clearing away all obstacles."

Another Black man, Astartes, spoke in a deep, fervent voice.

Upon hearing this, the others all lowered their heads.

The group was all greeting their leader, demonstrating their loyalty and determination.

"It's time to go. To end the war in Sokovia, we need to find the malignant tumor entrenched here first."

Many thanks to Pluskr, the author of Qidian Reading, for the generous donation of 660 Qidian coins. Thank you also to my adoptive father for his support.

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