Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

In the darkness, at the Tri-Wing Building in Washington, D.C., Nick Fury stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his spacious office, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, holding a coffee and gazing at the city below.

What comes into view is a sea of ​​neon lights.

The steaming coffee cup blurred his face, its reflection appearing and disappearing on the neon-lit glass window.

Nick Fury remained completely unmoved by his single eye.

He was thinking.

More than a month ago, Hawkeye Clint was ordered to go to St. Petersburg to assassinate Black Widow, but Black Widow has completely disappeared without a trace.

Despite expending considerable resources, S.H.I.E.L.D. was unable to find any trace of Black Widow.

There is still no news.

According to Hawkeye, he was practically frozen solid over there and couldn't find a single hair.

Nick Fury has already conducted a covert internal investigation, but has found nothing.

They only found some minor issues such as embezzlement and falsifying accounts.

Nick Fury didn't care about this at all, because he was the one who was the biggest swindler in the entire department.

Of the more than $300 billion in funding allocated each year, he consumes about $3000 billion to maintain his clandestine private projects.

This happens every year.

If we're talking about greed, who can compare to him?

However, Nick Fury himself felt that he had to be greedy, and he had his reasons for it, all for the sake of maintaining world peace.

It's simply about leaving yourself and your future plans with countless escape routes.

Of course, these are all minor matters.

The big issue is that he increasingly feels there are significant problems within the department.

It's too clean.

The internal investigation only uncovered these "minor issues," and found nothing else; cleanliness was the biggest problem.

Fury knew very well that greed and desire were unavoidable.

Conflicts of interest and shady dealings are simply impossible to prohibit.

Even though S.H.I.E.L.D. is an extremely sophisticated organization, it is still impossible to avoid these things.

Gazing at his blurred face reflected in the glass window, Fury vaguely seemed to see the rolling shadows behind it.

The darkness was so intense it suffocated him.

They even felt somewhat powerless.

Fury was suspicious, suspicious that everyone he met in the entire department seemed to be hiding a smirk.

Who else can he trust?

Several names flashed through his mind. After thinking for a long time, he downed his coffee in one gulp and returned to his desk.

He had to take action.

But this operation must be carried out covertly, with as few acquaintances as possible, and those acquaintances must be verified.

As for Black Widow, Red Room is no longer important.

.........

The secret underground experimental base in St. Petersburg.

Wearing a down coat, Nigley hurried down the corridor toward the interior, which was somewhat damp, but bright lights illuminated the room.

The interior of the base looked somewhat rudimentary.

But Negri knew this was just a facade, and sure enough, once he went deeper inside, his style changed completely.

The concrete walls were tiled, and there were all sorts of tight surveillance facilities everywhere. She even needed to use her fingerprint and iris scan to get authorized to enter.

The glass door opened, and she stood in a cubic enclosed room less than five meters in size, receiving a spray of disinfectant.

Only after she finished did she truly enter the core area of ​​the base.

The interior was a very spacious area, about the size of a football field, with a circular structure and a lot of instruments on display, which Negri couldn't understand.

There are four or five passageways inside, with adjacent or interconnected laboratories on both sides of the passageways.

"Deputy Supervisor." A middle-aged white man in a white coat walked over.

"Jamie, how are you?"

"It's a success."

"Take me there."

After a brief exchange, the man called Jamie led Negri to a passage on the left. The passage was quite long, appearing to be about two or three hundred meters long.

Further in, at the end, was a huge iron gate, guarded by four or five armed guards.

Jami took out an identity card, and one of the guards, after looking at it, saluted Jami, or rather, saluted Negri behind Jami.

The guard nodded to his companion, who immediately turned around and entered a password in front of the iron gate.

With a loud clang, the large iron gate split open automatically to both sides.

Jamie and Negri went inside.

It is also an open area.

This isn't a laboratory; what comes into view is a huge one-way glass window leading to a training room made of smooth composite materials.

Reicher, Kara, Roseco, Natasha, Melina, and Milson, the head of the experimental base, were all present.

"Raycher".

Negri walked in and greeted everyone. Everyone turned around, and the others nodded to Negri, while Reicher nodded in acknowledgment.

Negri came to Reicher's side and followed Reicher's gaze to the one-way mirror.

A series of heavy, whistling sounds came from inside.

The two were engaged in a fierce fight.

One was a young white man with a short blond haircut, a strong yet well-proportioned physique, and wearing a black vest and shorts.

The other one is Bucky Barnes, who is also wearing a training vest, but what is more eye-catching is his metal left arm.

The two fought fiercely with superhuman strength and speed.

Every punch and kick was imbued with fierce power.

Each collision produced a dull thud.

Even the battle-hardened Negril felt his heart pound with fear at the sight of them; the two were not sparring, but engaged in a true life-or-death struggle.

Negri asked herself if she were in one of those situations, she feared that one move, just one move, would be enough to send her to meet God.

"Wow, is this considered a perk?" Nigley suppressed the turmoil in his heart and joked.

Whether it's Bucky or that blond youth, their physiques, demeanor, and faces are all top-tier handsome men.

Especially when they're sweating it out in battle, their male hormones are at their peak.

"They've been fighting for an hour," Reicher replied calmly, a statement that seemed puzzling, yet made Nigley raise an eyebrow: "An hour?"

"One hour."

Reich will definitely reply.

"So, they're having a friendly sparring session?"

"I can't answer that," Negri asked uncertainly.

In a true life-or-death struggle, especially between two soldiers of similar physical abilities, the battle cannot last too long because the entire arena is completely enclosed.

The fact that they could fight for an hour not only means that their physical abilities are superhuman, but also that they didn't go all out.

"Yes."

"Well, so this is what a super soldier is? Looks like our efforts were definitely worthwhile." Negri grinned.

A surge of heat welled up inside me.

"These are Gene's physical examination data," Milson said, handing over the file.

Negri took a look, and that one glance made his eyes widen.

Gene Warren

Height: 6 feet 1 inch

Weight: 220 lbs

Body fat percentage: 8.1%

[Punching power: 6000 pounds]

[One-handed weightlifting: 1200 lbs]

Bench press: 2000 lbs