"What do you mean by that?" When Nick heard Frank's question, he stared at Frank with his remaining eye.
"Do you still trust the government and your superiors wholeheartedly?" Frank asked, not showing any sign of weakness in the face of their gazes.
"Are you doubting the government? That's not a good soldier's way of thinking. "Although Nick said that, he stared at the liquor in his glass.
He watched as the wine in the glass continued to ripple as he shook it slightly.
"Do you know what kind of predicament I faced in Vietnam?" Frank's eyes revealed a nostalgic look.
"Everyone started to evacuate that damned place, no one wanted to stay another day in that hot rainforest."
"Our unit was arranged to be the last to evacuate, and our superior was a complete scumbag." Frank's tone was calm, without much fluctuation.
"My platoon was arranged to be the last to evacuate, but the evacuation helicopter was 12 hours late."
"We were abandoned in the camp, and as time passed, everyone started to feel afraid." Frank took a sip of the mint sugar cane liquor.
"Nick, you were really lucky, you were transferred to another company, and didn't stay with us until the last moment." Frank smiled lightly, but no one knew what the smile meant.
Was he envying Nick's luck, or was it sarcasm, or maybe it was just a coincidence.
"In the last eight hours before the evacuation, some of our platoon started to break down, everyone thought that the superiors had abandoned us, and I kept encouraging them."
"All sorts of reasons, such as the weather on the flight. Ha! "Frank's smile had a tinge of bitterness.
"In the last seven hours before the evacuation, two companies, about 300 Vietnamese soldiers started to attack us."
"They seemed to know that the American company that was originally stationed here had already evacuated, leaving only a few insignificant people to defend the place."
Nick couldn't help but frown when he heard that. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
"Don't worry Nick, let me finish." Frank waved his hand, signaling Nick not to interrupt his story. Fury, don't interrupt his story.
"A total of 300 Vietnamese soldiers attacking, and we only have one damn platoon, 15 soldiers, and 14 of them have already pissed their pants."
"The only good news is that the cowardly company commander left a large number of weapons and ammunition in the camp in order to speed up the retreat."
Frank had stopped drinking. He took out a cigar and handed it to Nick. At the same time, Fury lit one for himself.
"There was a soldier who suffered from a severe fear of war. He was an Ivy League college student. His job should have been to stay in a high-rise building in New York City and be an excellent manager. "
"But out of his passion for his country, he decided to serve in the military for two years after graduating from college before going back to work."
The lit cigar emitted thick smoke with the smell of burning spices. Those who were not used to it would find it very spicy and difficult to accept.
But the person he liked would gladly endure it.
Amidst the smoke, Frank's story continued. Nick? Fury looked at Frank through the smoke with a surreal feeling.
It was as if at some point in time, this old friend had already died, and the one in front of him was just his soul.
"This college student soldier died. It was an ugly death, not heroic or honorable at all. It was different from how he imagined himself to be a hero on the battlefield. "
"He was killed by the enemy in fear without being able to fight back. I still remember how he died, the bullet entered from here. "Frank pointed at his cheek.
"Then it pierced through the back of his head, slicing off half of his skull. I still remember the warmth of his blood and brain matter when they splattered on my face."
The Xingxing flame of the cigar was faintly discernible in the smoke.
"Everyone died. The porcupine, the college student and the others, they all died." Frank was so calm that it didn't seem like he was narrating his actual experience.
Instead, it felt more like he was narrating someone else's story, and what should have been a soul-stirring story became dull.
"In the end, only I survived. When the helicopter arrived, they only saw me with 27 bullets and over 300 corpses."
"I know, I won't always be that lucky. A miracle of a single person taking out a few hundred Vietnamese soldiers and surviving 27 bullets won't happen to me every day."
"And the reason why we were delayed is laughable, do you want to know?" Frank's smile had a terrifying feeling.
"Because that cowardly company commander, in order to board the ship back home earlier, he purposely forgot about us. And everyone chose to turn a blind eye. "
Nick? Fury shook his head, not knowing if it was to express disbelief or disbelief.
"Until the Vietnamese attacked us. The loud gunshots and battle broke the silence, and the higher-ups sent people down to investigate, and I managed to escape with my life."
"When I boarded the ship back home, I found that company commander. In the Pacific Ocean, I took advantage of a gap in the night to knock him out and push him into the sea. Then, I pretended that he had fallen into the water. "
"It was a quiet night. No one knew what happened, but from that moment on, I knew that Frank, the Staff Sergeant, had been killed. Caster is dead. "
"To answer the question you asked me before, why didn't I tell you this?" Frank had smoked a lot of cigars.
The whole room was filled with cigar smoke.
"Because dragging another person down to hell won't bring any relief to the person who has already been sent to hell. It will only add another evil spirit in hell to compete with him for food."
Frank's words were said with a smile, but that smile contained an indescribable darkness.
"So you're going to arrest me now, Director S.H.E.L.D.?"
"No, S.H.E.L.D. doesn't care about criminal cases. "Nick? Fury said expressionlessly.
"Then I should thank you," Frank said. "My trust in the government and the authorities collapsed at that moment."
"So, you chose to leave the frontline troops and become an instructor?" Nick now understood why Frank chose to retreat when he was about to be promoted.
Although he later became a special warfare instructor in the Marine Corps, if Frank insisted on fighting in the frontline troops.
Then, he could get a position far higher than being an instructor or even a brigadier general. Nick was no exception.
"The reason why I'm an instructor is that I still have a love for this country. I like this country. Until my family was killed and I couldn't get justice even after I went to court. Frank, Caster died. That's when Caster truly died. "
Frank's words became unusually gloomy at that moment. "The person standing in front of you is the Punisher. He lives to punish the sins of the world."
"That's why I'm hoping for your help. You and your two apprentices." Fury brought up the topic again. "We have many sins to fight and many dangers to deal with."
"We need a special way to deal with the problems that ordinary police and soldiers can't handle."
Frank shook his head. "You still don't understand, Nick. Let me ask you again. Do you think everything is still under your control? "
Before the meeting in Washington, Nick Fury would confidently say that everything was under his control. Before the meeting in Washington, Nick Fury would confidently say that everything was under his control.
But after the meeting in Washington, Nick understood that his control over S.H.E.L.D. wasn't as solid as he thought.
Countless undercurrents were lurking under this huge organization. The intricacies of the situation were enough to trouble any good head of the secret service.
"So, what do you have in mind?" Fury asked in a doubtful tone.
"I believe you, Nick." Frank put out the cigar he was about to finish on the high-end redwood furniture. "But I don't believe in the government.
And you can't even guarantee that S.H.E.L.D. is completely under your control. "
"So you're saying no?" Nick said uncomfortably.
"It's not that simple," Frank shook his head. "There's a saying in business investments that makes sense. Don't put all your eggs in one basket."
Nick lost his composure and laughed out loud. "Business? Why didn't I know that you had a business mind? "
"It doesn't matter, Nick. Frank shook his head, indicating that this was not the point. "Most importantly, you have to understand that we need a backup plan, both for you and I."
"Plan B?" Fury's interest was piqued.
"What kind of team do you want to form? Avenger or something? "Frank asked.
"It's the Avengers," Nick corrected Frank.
"Alright, the Avengers." Frank waved his hand indifferently. "So what do you think of a secret Avengers?"
"It's not under the government's control, and you might not be able to truly control this team, but believe me, this team will be much more efficient than under S.H.E.L.D.'s supervision."
"Because the men of this team have more faith. With the right guidance, they will burst forth with amazing potential."
"You want me to give up my faith in the government and choose a ragtag army?
"Because they're more passionate, and they're more willing to fight for justice. What do you think of it as a backup plan?" Frank said as he looked at Nick. Fury's eyes said.
Nick smiled, and the corners of his mouth began to rise. Perhaps Frank was right. One should not put all their eggs in one basket. A backup plan was always important.
A veteran should plan for the worst-case scenario. Even if the outcome was something he didn't want to happen, he still had to face it.
Secret Avenger? Perhaps it wasn't a good choice, but it wasn't a bad plan.
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