Marvel’s Big Villain

A few minutes later, the S.H.I.E.L.D. rescue helicopter roared into the sky, and then made an emergency landing on the lawn of the seaside cottage.

A group of people stepped off the helicopter, including S.H.I.E.L.D. agents with automatic rifles, and medical staff in white coats.

A group of people pushed the stretcher bed with their hands, ran to the door of the hut, raised their hands and knocked on the door roughly.

Boom boom boom!

"captain!"

"We are from SHIELD of New York!"

"Hurry up and open the door!"

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Steve hid in the blind corner of the airtight room, held up his shield and shouted: "Break through the door and come in!"

Hearing this, several agents retreated, and a strong agent kicked the wooden door and all its hardware away.

"captain!"

"I'm here!"

Several agents rushed over immediately, standing guard with rifles in their surroundings.

The agent in charge of the New York SHIELD walked over and saw Nick Fury's injuries and bleeding. He was like a thunderbolt, and his face was ugly and scary.

His immediate boss and Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was ambushed and seriously injured by unknown gunmen within his jurisdiction.

This is an extremely serious incident. He, the agent in charge of the New York SHIELD, cannot shirk his responsibility and should bear the main responsibility.

The dismissal investigation is small, and they may be convicted of dereliction of duty and sent to jail.

"Doctor! Quick!"

The agent in charge urged the doctor to move faster, and under the high tension, even his voice was distorted.

Three doctors came over, put the stretcher on the ground, and worked together to lift Nick Fury onto the helicopter.

The agent in charge was still in shock, and asked with a pale face: "Captain, where is the shooter? Can you see his appearance clearly?"

Steve looks at him, remembering the shadows outside the window.

He pointed to the small window in the living room and said, "It's too dark, so I didn't see it clearly. I only saw a vague figure on the hillside in the distance. It's very strong, and it's probably a man."

The agent in charge frowned and stared, his face gloomy.

If you want to avoid punishment, you can only hope that Nick Fury will not die, and then catch the murderer who shot, but this information alone can't even make a murderer's test.

However, he still ordered the agents present to search for clues at the location of the shooter, and then dispatched all the agents of the New York branch of the S.H.I.E.L.D. to launch a large-scale search by helicopter within a five-kilometer radius around Steve's seaside cottage.

After finishing all this, the agent in charge ran to the helicopter, but turned around to find that Steve was following.

Because of Nick Fury's last sentence, Steve also had doubts about the people in S.H.I.E.L.D.

In order to prevent accidents on the way to the hospital, he must guard Nick Fury.

The agent in charge didn't say anything, and the two boarded the helicopter one by one.

The propellers sped up and the helicopter took off and flew to the hospital.

Inside the cabin, Nick Fury put on a ventilator, his shirt was unbuttoned, and he lay quietly on a stretcher bed.

Three large-caliber bullets hit the chest and abdomen, the wound was grim, and he lost a lot of blood... The medical staff immediately gave him emergency treatment.

The agent in charge looked at Nick Fury's injury with a serious expression.

After a long silence, he sighed and contacted SHIELD headquarters to report the news of Nick Fury's injury.

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Minutes later, the dangerously piloted rescue helicopter landed on the tarmac of the city center hospital.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The hatch opens, and the agent in charge runs ahead, yelling to disperse the crowd.

Three doctors rushed to the operating room with a stretcher, and Steve followed behind with a shield in hand.

Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surgery is the hospital's top priority!

The hospital passage had a green light all the way, and within half a minute, he was sent to the nearest operating room. A group of top gunshot wound experts had been waiting for a long time.

Outside the operating room, the red light was on.

The expert team immediately rescued Nick Fury.

Steve stood outside the operating room, watching the situation inside through the single pane of glass.

He looked worried and remained silent.

Certainly possible!

He must survive!

The majestic Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a sinister and cunning lone wolf.

How could a person like him who calculated others all day long be killed by mere rape.

This ending is too ridiculous!

Steve thought so in his heart.

The expert team tried their best to rescue, the agent in charge came in and went out, and the phone calls one after another, only Steve stood still and waited.

Unfortunately, things backfired. After 20 minutes of all-out rescue, the heart rate monitor finally turned into a straight line.

Accompanied by the protracted 'di' sound, the chief surgeon put down the scalpel silently, and declared the patient dead.

Steve lowered his head slowly, with a look of sadness and regret on his face.

In fact, based on the emergency medical knowledge he learned on the battlefield, the first time he was shot, he judged that Nick Fury was in danger tonight.

He just said those words silently in his heart, just praying for a miracle to happen, but it's a pity that the miracle didn't happen after all.

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In the vacant room, Nick Fury lay peacefully on the push bed, his lower body covered with a white tarp.

Because of the special status of the deceased, the hospital did not dare to deal with it without authorization, so it had to vacate a room to store the body.

Steve and the agent in charge stood aside, silent for a long time.

None of them could believe that this mighty man, who had experienced countless crises, died like this.

He didn't die at the hands of a terrorist organization in the Middle East, or at the hands of a thriving clown organization, but at the hands of a coward who can only shoot coldly.

Such an ending is too cruel for Nick Fury.

Perhaps this is the reason why his face is still serious and cold after his death.

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open.

An agent came in and said, "Captain, sir, Chairman Alexander is here!"

Hearing this, Steve and the agent in charge immediately woke up.

Surrounded by special forces, Alexander went straight into the temporary morgue.

"Nick..."

Seeing Nick Fury's body, Alexander's face was solemn and sorrowful.

Starting today, another comrade-in-arms of the same era as him has left.

He mourned silently to his old friend, then took out a flower from his suit pocket and put it on the white waterproof bag.

After finishing all this, he let out a long sigh, turned around and said, "Captain, I am Alexander Pierce, Nick's boss and his friend."

Steve shook his hand politely: "Sir!"

Alexander said lightly: "You're welcome, my father used to be in the 101st Airborne Division, can I have a private chat with you?"

"Okay." Steve nodded.

The two walked into the vacant room next door, and Alexander asked seriously: "Captain, why did Nick go to your house just now?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Alexander: "Did you know there was a monitor there?"

Steve: "Yes, Nick told me."

Alexander: "Then did he tell you that he is monitoring you?"

Steve: "He didn't say anything, but he probably wasn't the only one who wanted to monitor me."

Alexander nodded and said, "That's a good guess! Did Nick tell you anything? Or gave you something?"

Steve recalls last night: "Nick just told me not to trust anyone. Other than that, there's nothing worth noting."

"there is none left?"

Alexander stared into Steve's eyes seriously: "Captain, because you were the last person to see Nick, so let me ask you again, did Nick say anything to you? Or gave you anything? "

Hearing this, Steve fell into memory again.

He carefully replayed every detail of Nick's appearance.

It took a long time to think this time, and Alexander waited patiently.

In the end, Steve still shook his head, and said firmly, "Except for the above few words, nothing more."

"Huh..." Alexander sighed heavily, "In that case, you can go back."

"Thank you, sir." Steve turned around and turned the lock on the room's door.

"Captain Rogers!" Alexander said suddenly:

"Someone murdered my friend, and I will definitely track it down. If you dare to stand in my way, you will regret it, no matter who it is."

Steve nodded, "Understood."

After speaking, he opened the door, took a last look at Nick Fury, and then left the hospital straight away.

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As soon as Steve left, Rumlow from the Special Forces opened the door and walked in: "Sir, everything is ready."

Alexander said in a low voice: "Let your subordinates be more vigilant, and don't lose track this time."

"Understood!" Rumlow nodded.

The two left the room and returned to the temporary morgue.

From a distance, they saw the agent in charge of the New York SHIELD having a fierce dispute with the SHIELD Special Forces members.

The special forces held guns and insisted on taking away Nick Fury's body.

However, the special agent in charge believed that for such a serious matter as the shooting, an investigation team must be set up to hunt down the murderer.

As an important evidence, Nick Fury's body cannot be disposed of at will until the investigation is completed.

The two sides insisted on their own words and did not back down from each other, which blocked the hospital.

Many onlookers gathered to eat melons and watch the fun.

Alexander pushed his way through the crowd and said solemnly, "Nick is my friend, and I must personally handle his funeral."

The first level of the official university crushes people, let alone the second level.

Alexander went off in person, and the voice of the agent in charge suddenly weakened a lot.

But he still frowned and said, "Chairman, I'm afraid this is against the rules."

Alexander pointed at his nose and angrily said: "Nick was assassinated in New York, and you, the agent in charge, are the first to escape. Now you want to keep his body, what do you want to do? Do you want to destroy the traces on the body? "

The agent in charge turned red with anger, and retorted: "The director came to New York for a secret operation, and no one in the New York branch knew about it. Even if I was held accountable, it should be verified by the special investigation team."

Alexander said: "I don't know, I don't know... These are not excuses for you to cover up your work mistakes. In addition, you don't need to form an investigation team to investigate. From now on, you are suspended. The work of the New York branch, by Seat Weir took over immediately."

As soon as the words fell, the two special forces members directly unloaded the gun of the agent in charge, pushed him down to the wall and handcuffed him.

"No! You are not qualified to do this!" The agent in charge blushed, resentful.

"My power is much greater than you imagine!" Alexander snorted coldly, turned and left the hospital.

The Special Forces pushed Nick Fury's body onto the Quinjet on the tarmac.

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The plane lifted off slowly and flew towards the Tricurved Wing Building.

Alexander sat next to the cart, lifting the white tarp from his face.

He approached Nick Fury's ear and whispered: "Nick, I know you are not dead. I have seen through your plan. You guessed it right, the biggest traitor of S.H.I.E.L.D. is me."

"Hehe, I really deserve to be the old subordinate who was single-handedly promoted by me. In just a day or two, he was able to catch my flaws."

"Originally, I didn't dare to attack you, but you overreacted and provoked the clown organization, and the trustworthy people around you died and scattered, leaving you as a bare-handed commander."

Alexander looked at Nick Fury's 'corpse' and said a lot of words intermittently.

Nick Fury is not only his deadly opponent, but also his most admired subordinate.

Even though the two have different beliefs, he is still willing to promote him and let him take his place.

It's a pity that different paths do not conspire with each other. This pair of master and apprentice who once respected each other finally embarked on a dead end.

Thinking of sending him on the road soon, Alexander couldn't help sighing with emotion.

"Okay, that's all for now. For the rest, I will tell you slowly every year and today."

He got closer and whispered in Nick Fury's ear, "Long live Hydra!"

After speaking, Alexander snapped his fingers lightly.

Rumlow immediately took out a box from his arms and injected 10 milliliters of white liquid into Nick Fury's body.

This is a nerve poison specially made by Hydra. The poisoned person will die of heart paralysis within 5 minutes, and the poison will be metabolized within 25 minutes, which cannot be detected by any equipment and reagents.

Farewell, king of spies!

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Steve left the hospital and walked the streets alone with his shield in hand.

Nick Fury's face always lingers in my mind.

His secrecy disliked Steve very much, and the cooperation between the two was mostly unpleasant.

But once a dangerous incident occurs, he can always give a solution at the first time, and it is inexplicably reassuring to be his companion.

However, it was such a person who was suddenly killed by a traitor, which caught Steve off guard.

He began to worry, what should he do if he encounters a dangerous incident next time?

He is just a soldier, not a decision maker.

Alexander arranged for hundreds of plainclothes agents to disguise themselves as ordinary people and mix in the crowd for secret surveillance.

Steve was depressed and walked slowly with his head down, but the strange eyes around him couldn't escape his perception.

They were followed, and there were quite a few of them.

As soon as Nick Fury died, someone followed him, who was so impatient?

Could it be Alexander? Steve secretly doubted.

He kept his original speed, pretended not to notice, and slowly turned into a damp and dark alley.

The tracking agents immediately went on alert.

This kind of alley is the easiest to get out of, but also the hardest to follow, and you will be found if you are not careful.

Several agents looked at each other and immediately understood.

A tattered drunkard with a wine bottle staggered towards the alley.

His face was flushed, and he kept feeling nauseous, looking like he was going to throw up in the alley.

Leaning on the wall and turning into the alley, it was pitch black, not even a shadow of a ghost.

The drunkard immediately sobered up, touched the pistol on the back of his waist, and walked quickly along the alley to the end.

A handsome and handsome couple leaned against the wall at the exit of the alley and kissed passionately.

"Shit!" The drunkard cursed angrily.

"What's wrong?" the couple asked.

"Lost it!" The drunkard pointed to the roof and said:

"It's only five stories high, and it's easy to climb up with his skill."

The couple let go of each other and asked anxiously, "What should I do then?"

The drunkard immediately took out the communicator: "What else can I do? Send out the helicopter and search!"

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ps: Nick Fury left a key message for the US team before his death. Guess what?