Long Island, New York, inside the boutique apartment of the Four Seasons Hotel. Nick? Fury's private residence. This was Nick's personal space.
As the director of S.H.E.L.D., he wasn't as glamorous as he appeared to be.
The more power you have, the more responsibility you have. This was an unchanging truth. Of course, if you didn't care about your future reputation, or if you didn't have any beliefs in your heart, you could ignore this statement.
Rights and obligations had been formed tens of thousands of years ago in the early human civilization. At that time, the strongest warriors enjoyed the best food in the tribe.
They had the most mates and lived in the best houses.
But what these warriors enjoyed was not free. He had to sacrifice his own life without hesitation when his race needed him.
Perhaps it was during a war with another tribe, or perhaps it was when they were surrounding a dangerous prey.
No matter how human civilization changed, this unwritten rule was still passed down. Even if for some reason, under certain conditions.
Some people, or a specific group, enjoyed extraordinary treatment, but didn't fulfill the corresponding obligations.
Then one day, they would spit out what they shouldn't have. Maybe it would take a long time, but the longer it took, the more tragic the price they had to pay.
Nick? Fury, a veteran. He had participated in the Vietnam War, and there were even rumors that he had participated in World War II. He was a byproduct of Captain America's super soldier program.
But Nick? Fury's file was top secret. It was impossible for outsiders to know about Nick Fury. Outsiders wouldn't know how many great achievements Nick Fury had made in his legendary life.
He had experienced many battles and choices that ordinary people couldn't imagine. When he had to sacrifice some people to save more people.
Nick wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice those people. It wasn't because he was cold-blooded. It was because of the responsibility he had to bear in his position.
It might be cruel, or even cold-blooded, but believe me, it was a decision that a person in a high position had to make.
An outstanding person in power not only had to earn enough praise, but he also had to have enough courage to bear more infamy.
But everything that he had done didn't mean that Nick Fury was an emotionless animal. Fury was an emotionless animal.
In fact, as a veteran who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Nick understood the importance of every life.
Some people say that too much war and killing will make people lose themselves and forget all the beauty and warmth.
But at the same time, the more wars and killings there were, the more people would understand the importance of peace and cherish life and the beauty of this world.
Nick? Fury belonged to the latter. His gloomy single eye didn't hide the arrogance of monopolizing power. Instead, he had more expectations for the world.
He hoped that the world would become a better place and a safer place.
However, a coin had two sides. If there was a flower, there would be words. If there was light, there would be darkness.
Everyone yearns for the light. She represents all the beauty in the world.
On the other hand, the Dark Ones made everyone flinch. Because if you want to merge with the darkness, you'll probably fall into it and be unable to free yourself in the end.
Even those with a heart of light would find it difficult to escape.
When it came to the most crucial choice in life, when it came to choosing between light and darkness, Nick placed himself in the latter.
S.H.E.L.D.'s actions were not always aboveboard. Sometimes, unscrupulous means were necessary to achieve their goals. If there is no suitable leader in this terrible power structure.
It would become the most terrifying organization in the world. Even the Gestapo of the past could not compare.
Can't everybody be Peggy? A legend like Carter. (Note: One of the founders of S.H.E.L.D., Captain America's liaison officer and girlfriend.)
When Nick took over S.H.E.L.D., he felt that the organization was slowly deviating from its original purpose.
It was no longer the organization that was created to protect the world, or rather, protecting the world and fighting against evil was no longer the main purpose of S.H.E.L.D..
It became a puppet for the big shots, a colosseum for politics and power. Everyone wanted to join in and get a piece of the pie in this huge organization.
However, they didn't really know how much trouble their actions would bring to S.H.E.L.D., just like what Li Jie hated before.
There are always people in this world who think they are infallible, who do nothing but provoke conflict and create tension.
When Nick took over S.H.E.L.D., he found that the organization was riddled with holes. He became the tinkerer of this broken ship.
The one-eyed man always had his own way. He could always rescue the ship when it was about to sink or hit the rocks.
He thought he had succeeded, but since the meeting in Washington, D.C., he knew that what he did was just a joke.
There were still all kinds of spies in S.H.E.L.D., and information, especially important information, leaked out like water.
The X-Men's plan was rejected, and the problems he faced increased. Nick deeply felt that his life choices were sometimes wrong.
But three minutes after the thought occurred to him, he would put it out of his mind. Because he was Nick Foley. Because he was Nick Fury, an indomitable warrior.
But even the toughest steel would bend, and even the strongest warrior would be defeated.
When the TV report about the relationship between Mutants and ordinary people appeared, Nick wanted to tear that loudmouth McCauley apart.
As a person with real power, he understood how complicated the situation would be after these things happened.
But there were many members of Congress who were biased against Mutants, and there was even more bias against Mutants among the public.
For their own votes and support rates, politicians would follow the public opinion. They didn't care whether the public opinion was right or wrong.
After all, it was the voters' request. Look! I did as you asked. If anything happens, please don't blame me.
Because this was the request of you idiots!
Nick needed to drink a bottle of liquor, but it couldn't be in S.H.E.L.D... Because in that place, he had to always look like he had victory in his grasp.
Because that was the only way he could ensure that his subordinates would have enough confidence to listen to him.
This private secret apartment was his only quiet place. Here, he could crazily pour himself a bottle of whiskey.
And he didn't have to worry about anyone blaming him. Of course, because of Nick's personality, he would never do such a crazy thing.
He would stop after three glasses of whiskey at most, because his job required him to be clear-headed.
But there were exceptions to everything. For example, when he was with Frank, this old friend who stood back to back during the Vietnam War and entrusted their lives to each other.
In front of him, Nick could occasionally relax and take off some of his mask.
A person without friends, or someone he could pour out his emotions to, was pitiful. Because no matter if it was joy or sadness, it didn't mean much to him anymore.
Nick and Frank were in a private apartment in Long Island. They had already drunk almost half a bottle of Brazilian sugarcane liquor.
"Do you know what I hate about this job the most?" Nick drank about four glasses of liquor, but he had a lot of things he wanted to say.
"It's that I know a lot of secrets that others don't. These secrets that I know can't be something I can brag about. Instead, it will put me in an awkward situation because of some idiot's decisions. "
Frank didn't respond. He added a mint leaf to the liquor.
"Sometimes I think that maybe I should have died during the Vietnam War. I don't like that war. No matter in the past or in the future, it won't be my glorious achievement. "
"People will only remember that the GI killed civilians and raped women. Of course, there was the inhumane chemical warfare. And those damn politicians who made all these decisions are still alive and well. "
"They let the president apologize and then retire in peace, while our names will be nailed to the pillar of shame."
"Do you know why I haven't died yet?" Nick brought up a topic that was a little heavy.
"I think you think the same as me," Frank stirred the sugarcane liquor with mint leaf and finally said.
"We all expect to die the most heroic death in a great and glorious war. In reality, we don't know anything but killing. When the world doesn't need us to kill, we will be the most pitiful people. "
"We spend our lives killing. Sometimes for the people, but most for the government. Now, I quit because someone told me that I can do it for faith and justice." Frank took a sip of the mint sugarcane liquor.
"When the world doesn't need me to kill anymore, I think I will save my last bullet for myself. I believe you will too."
"To the damn world." Nick didn't say if he agreed with Frank. Instead, he raised his glass.
"To the beautiful and ugly world." Frank clinked his glass with Nick's and they drank the liquor in one gulp.
"I want to build a team of superheroes," Nick said and started talking about a more serious topic. "And I'm severely understaffed. There are many things in this world that normal people can't handle. Like the one you solved in Hell's Kitchen. "
"I don't care how you solved it. I need help now. I think you know what I mean." Fury stared at Frank after he finished speaking.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
