Spy Movie

Chapter 171 Nick Fury's Wrath

"Put pi, you know all these years I...we..."

Nick Fury has countless reasons that can be used to refute, quibble, and excuse.

As long as he said it casually, he could nail the nonsense bastard in front of him to the pillar of shame, but he soon discovered that all the useful arguments were in the confidentiality regulations.

"Oh, I'm running out of words... I'm really ashamed to be with you, goodbye!"

After Mr. Yan finished speaking, he immediately turned off the remote projection.

Six people had a meeting, the initiator of the meeting ran away, and the scene was silent.

Before Nick Fury could decide what to say, the British Speaker Hawley yawned and said, "Since the initiators of the meeting have all run away, I don't think there is any need to continue this meeting. Everyone, See you!"

Nick Fury's face was even uglier, this damn old woman!
The Frenchman Crowell also said: "I think what Mr. Yan said is quite reasonable. Director Nick can think about it slowly."

As he spoke, he also cut off the communication.

Six people had a meeting, and there were only three people left on the scene.

Indian Singer looked at Nick Fury, who was covered in black and blue, and Alexander, who was calm and calm, and suddenly felt a little stressed, and a drop of cold sweat slowly oozes from his forehead.

"Um, Chairman Pierce, Director Fury, if there is no other order, then I will leave first..."

Singer humbly turned off the projector,
In front of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., only Alexander Pierce, the chairman of the Security Council, was left.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Pierce said slowly, "Nick, I'm not your enemy."

"No?" Nick Fury sneered, "But I think you are in the same line as that Senator Yan."

Pierce sighed and said, "Nick, you also know that the current situation is not optimistic. Whether there are more heroes or heroes are easier to be discovered, it is a fact that we are going through a severe test.

At such a critical moment, the US team was stolen again...

We really need more combat power! "

Nick Fury said angrily: "Of course we need more combat power, but who is that cormorant, don't you know?

Those who do not plan for the future are not enough to plan for a while.Do you think I really haven't thought about anything?

Our military space, economic space, and even political space in the United States are all showing signs of being compressed.

Would France and Britain go crazy together 20 years ago, or even [-] years ago? "

Alexander Pierce sighed, shook his head and said: "Your thinking is too narrow, don't forget that S.H.I.E.L.D. is an agency under the Security Council, not the Department of Defense of the United States.

Even if we don’t talk about this level, have you considered a problem?Just because others are threatening, you refuse to communicate with them and close yourself off... This is not America at all! "

"You can communicate." Nick Fury grinned: "Each member country can send a civil servant, preferably a woman. Our solution is to drink tea, chat, and go to a dance at night to feel American men. The brilliance of ... you see this is very good. Why should I accept a terrorist?"

Pierce couldn't help laughing: "Don't you see that you are quite sober? Why didn't you say this just now?"

Nick Fury turned his head and turned his back to Pierce's projection, thinking that who can think calmly when encountering such a crazy proposal.

"Nick, have you ever thought about it? Even if you ask for a civil servant, are you sure that the civil servant will come?

This cormorant was different, he showed many traits that we didn't like, but we knew him, and he was really capable. "

Nick Fury almost laughed out of breath: "Do you think he can be used by us?!"

"Why not, isn't the Black Widow also tamed by you?"

"You're wrong, Natasha is different..."

Halfway through, Nick Fury suddenly reached out and turned off Pierce's projection.

After turning off the projection, he walked back to his desk, supported his chin and began to think carefully.

Suddenly, an old man in a white coat broke in.

"Director, we don't have enough medicine."

"What medicine is not enough?"

The old man was full of beards, wearing glasses, and his eyes rolled around when he spoke: "Our nano-scale repair medicine is only enough to perform spine repair surgery on Hawkeye."

Nick Fury frowned: "I remember that there were three wounded, what about Zhenbo and the Chinese man?"

The old man thought for a while and said seriously: "If you try to squeeze it again, you can still squeeze out a little medicine to treat the brain damage caused by the shock wave, but then there will be no more medicine.

Of course, if the director wants to treat the Chinese man first, he can do it first, but even if all of them add up, it may not be enough. After all, his spine has three layers of injuries. Even if all the medicines are used on him, he has no chance to recover.

It's not worth the price...”

Nick Fury is in a bad mood now, and he doesn't have the energy to care whether this guy is really out of medicine, or whether he is specifically targeting that Chinese boy.

So he said with a tired face: "Okay, just do as you said.

As for the man named Qin Hui, remember to take good care of him with conventional medicines, and let the treasure raise his pension to the highest level later. "

"Ha, the director is really wise." The old man praised Nick Fury, turned around and left, and suddenly turned around when he reached the door: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Shockwave woke up..."

"Asshole, why didn't you say it earlier."

Nick Fury jumped up suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he rushed out with a lot of energy.

He quickly ran to the ward where Zhenbo was, and when he saw that Zhenbo's eyes were indeed brightened, he walked over slowly with excitement on his face.

"Great, you're finally awake, Daisy."

Shockwave is restrained by a large machine, which is to prevent her from moving her head and causing the concussion to intensify.

Probably because of a headache, Zhenbo said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, thank you Director for your concern."

Nick Fury gently pinched Zhenbo's cheek, and said slowly: "You take good care of your injuries, you will definitely be able to recover as before, you don't have to worry about work, there will be no problems, okay?"

"Ok!"

Nick Fury turned around, but Shock Wave's deep voice came from behind: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter? Daisy!"

"I was wondering if we could...

Now that Hawkeye and I are both injured, it may be very difficult to recover our combat power, and the US team has been stolen again...

Is it possible to put pressure through the Security Council to let them lend us the cormorants? "

Nick Fury's face turned black and liver-colored...

(End of this chapter)