The sun rose, piercing the last darkness before dawn, and golden light enveloped the earth.
The special district ushered in another good weather in early May.
Whether it was yesterday's street shootout or the sneaky plot at night, the social animals still had to go to work today.
Inside the Tri-Curved Wing Building, S.H.I.E.L.D. employees came one after another.
In the entrance hall shrouded by the glass ceiling, waves of people poured in, passed through the security channel, and entered the building.
Unlike ordinary office workers, many of these people weren't in a good state of mind.
Some looked gloomy, some had dark circles under their eyes, some were distracted, and some looked around.
Nick Fury was dead, Captain America was wanted, and the bodies of Rumlow's team were sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s morgue last night.
These people didn't know everything, but they knew some of it, and their private communication with each other last night was even more frequent.
No one knew what would happen next, including the initiator of everything.
Pierce stood next to the dedicated passage in the hall, which was blocked from the rest of the hall by a screen, and there were very few people coming in and out.
Occasionally, one or two people came in and greeted him politely.
Pierce just nodded casually and dealt with it.
As for the complicated look in these people's eyes, he didn't bother to think about it.
The success or failure of Project Insight had nothing to do with these small fries.
The other four members of the World Security Council who were about to arrive were the focus.
If they noticed anything unusual, it might have an unknown impact on Project Insight.
Pierce could only come in person and control these guys.
That way, even if the five directors had a temporary vote and could take over all S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs, it would be useless.
If only Pierce was left to give orders, he could control everything in S.H.I.E.L.D. in a short period of time.
Aside from these four directors, it would take complicated procedures for others to interfere with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s actions.
It would take at least a few hours, or even more than ten hours.
Silently calculating, he finally waited for a group of people to walk in from the passage and greeted them with a smile.
Three men and one woman came, and they were the other four members of the World Security Council.
The two sides came together and exchanged a few simple greetings.
Pierce asked the security guard next to him to bring four silver brooches. "We use biometric identification here. You four have to wear this to walk around."
The four directors didn't care too much, and each took one and clamped it in front of their chest.
These four brooches were temporary passes of the highest level. Under normal circumstances, one could enter and exit any place in the headquarters.
There were tens of thousands of people going in and out of the headquarters in various countries every day, so it was impossible to have people check them one by one. They could only use biological detection to monitor all areas 24 hours a day.
And for people who came to do things temporarily, it was too troublesome to register biometrics, so there were all kinds of temporary passes.
If a person without authorization or a temporary pass was discovered by any of the surveillance cameras, the alarm would be triggered.
That was why Luke had been reluctant to come in before.
If he is not careful, this biological monitoring system throughout SHIELD headquarters may record his genetic characteristics.
Without the super disguise technique, regardless of whether it was the main body or the clone, the genes were all his own. There was no way for him to hide at all.
What followed was a top-secret meeting. The entourages of the four directors stayed in the lounge area of the hall.
Pierce and the other four took the elevator and went straight to the exclusive floor of the World Security Council, which was Pierce's personal office.
Inside Pierce's office was a spacious living room with a desk and four virtual projection seats opposite it.
Usually, the four directors communicated with Pierce through the projection seats.
It was rare for them to come in person today.
That was because they had agreed to launch Operation Insight yesterday, and had specially come for a final inspection before it was activated.
While Pierce was talking to the four directors, Steve watched as Maria Hill used a mechanical glove to open a hidden door.
Then, the two of them took turns to verify their identities, and the door finally opened.
Steve asked in a low voice, "How come I didn't know there was such a thing here?"
Hill said, "I don't know either. The commander only told me last night."
Hearing that, Steve immediately realized that this was just a basic operation of Braised Egg's. It wasn't worth mentioning.
He had just been worried that Hill might not be safe since she often used such a secret door.
In the end, it turned out to be a backup plan left behind by the paranoid Braised Egg. That was fine.
After all, as a man who had "died" several times, it wouldn't be so easy to discover Nick Fury's backup plan.
What's more, Pierce had already listed the two as key suspects, and their authority in S.H.I.E.L.D. was revoked yesterday.
But after verifying their identities through the secret door, they regained biometric authority.
And this authority was the same as this secret door. No one knew about it, and the highest level allowed them to enter any area without triggering the alarm.
Steve and Hill stared at the passerby face attached to the nano armor and swaggered into the headquarters' communication room.
At this moment, Pierce had a smile on his face as he raised his glass to celebrate with the four directors.
Later, the five of them would go to the underground base to personally review the test operation of the Aerospace Carrier.
According to Pierce's explanation, the mothership would only be activated this time, mainly to test whether the operating data was normal, and it wouldn't directly take off.
Just then, a sensual male voice sounded in the emergency channel of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters: "All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, this is Steve Rogers."
Pierce also heard the familiar male voice, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
The emergency channel was dedicated to broadcasting news, and it could basically cover more than 90% of the headquarters.
Unless it happened to be in some special place, everyone in the headquarters could hear it.
Steve didn't waste any time and briefly explained what had happened in the past two days.
He emphasized that Pierce was Hydra, that he had killed Nick Fury and planted the blame on Steve, and that Hydra had infiltrated SHIELD, so everyone should be careful of suspicious people around them.
Listening to Steve, Luke shook his head and sighed inwardly. This guy was really good at shooting his mouth off.
The key is his position in S.H.I.E.L.D., and his achievements make his words have great prestige and appeal.
If it were Luke, it probably wouldn't work.
Luke knew himself very well. He was only good at ridicule and cold jokes, and he was very professional when it came to attacking people. There was no way he could turn things around with his mouth.
So, it was still better to take advantage of his strong hands-on ability. That was the "right path."
While Steve's shocking revelation stunned countless people in SHIELD, Luke, in his black combat uniform, openly entered the command room at headquarters.
In the biometric system, he was now a genuine member of the operation team and a member of Hydra.
Of course, this member's body had been thrown into Space 1 last night, so there was no way he would bump into him.
On the way, Luke also activated Elementary Stealth from Night Devil John, so that everyone around him subconsciously ignored him, the only person who was moving.
Then, he chose an inconspicuous corner and swept his gaze across the control room to compare it with Elena's half of the painting.
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