Saber returned to Gotham after dealing with New York. As he said, he didn't like New York very much because every time he came here, it meant that a lot of things came rushing over, as if he was cleaning up the mess of the city every time he came here.
This kind of feeling was really unpleasant. No one liked trouble, right?
However, his departure made many people relieved, not only the guys hiding in the shadows and plotting their own plots, but also the guardians of New York and even the whole country.
Yes, I'm talking about SHIELD.
At 11: 37 midnight, the lights in the office of the mysterious Delta Wing building were still on. Nick Fury sat at his desk, flipping through stacks of documents. Many things happened in this country every day, terrorist attacks, internal riots in the country, and some battle plans that couldn't be seen by ordinary people. These things may have nothing to do with the scope of his jurisdiction, but as a mature and experienced spy, Fury himself was used to finding points of contact from these unrelated things.
This was the norm of his job. The life of an agent was not as cool as it was portrayed in the movies. 80% of the work was actually done in the office. On the other hand, if an agent only knew how to solve everything with brute force, then he was definitely not a qualified agent.
"Director! This is an urgent document from Bahrain! "
Coulson walked into the director's office in a hurry and handed him the document in his hand. Fury took a look at it and narrowed his remaining eye, but he didn't raise his head. Instead, he continued to flip through the documents. He asked in a low voice.
"Azazo escaped from prison? The reason is marked as' accident ', so are you sure this is not the doing of the overbearing Mr. Magneto? "
Coulson shook his head.
"No! Eric Lancel has been staying in Canada since the war in New York. Our secret agents have been monitoring him. This time, he has been very cooperative. Although I think he is planning some more far-reaching plan, Azazo's escape may really have nothing to do with Magneto. "
"So it was determined that he was accidentally missing?"
Fury rubbed his temples and put down the documents. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Another dangerous mutant has gone missing. There's one more factor that can't be controlled. The situation is getting out of hand. The changes in the past 15 years have never been as many as this year. It's so unpredictable. This isn't normal! Coulson, this is not a normal situation. "
Coulson seemed to be in awe of the director, but in fact, it was a questioning gesture. He pulled a chair over and sat opposite Nick Fury. He was silent for a moment. The veteran agent, known as the "model of American agents," organized his words and whispered.
"Fury, we've known each other for more than 20 years. I've always treated you as a mentor and an elder. In my opinion, you already know enough secrets. In the past ten years, you've protected this country very well, but …"
Coulson emphasized his tone, but softened his voice.
"You also said that the situation has changed. Even the Supreme Mage who is powerful enough to shake the world has admitted this change. However, in my opinion, you still haven't lowered your stance. Just look at how you dealt with Siber Hawk. He's no longer a pawn that we can threaten as we wish. Even if we don't want to admit it, he's now the leader of a powerful force. We should treat him as an equal, and not as a codename or coordinate in the plan."
"Why are we so passive? Fury? "
Coulson asked. "Why are we so powerless in the face of the Mutants, in the face of Saber, and even in the face of the mystical invasion? You might say that it's because there's a traitor within our ranks, or a force that we've never seen before. That's all true, and all these are reasons. But I feel that there's another reason that we can't ignore, Fury. "
Coulson no longer called Fury Director. He spoke softly as if they were ordinary friends.
"We can't control everything anymore! We have to put down our pride and pick up the train of thought from the last World War … We have to accept our status as pawns, and not always think of being a chess player when we don't have enough power. For example, the incident with the third Ghost Rider that you're planning, you've set his enemy as Seiber Hawk. There's no need for that, Fury, I don't think we're enemies with Seiber! "
Coulson stared at Fury without blinking.
"At least not now! The Sorcerer Supreme will not allow us to fight among ourselves. Whoever dares to make a move first will definitely be attacked by her. You are doing something dangerous! And once you are exposed, Saber will attack with all his might like a rabid dog. Hasn't the Hand and the Foot Gang taught you a lesson? "
"You! You are spying on me! "
Fury's voice turned dangerous. "You shouldn't have seen those documents!"
"Just take it that I made a mistake."
Coulson shrugged and leaned back in his chair with a relaxed expression. "I'll accept any punishment. I just spoke my mind. It's not worth it to fight Saber now. Our greater threat is from the inside!"
He tapped his finger on the table.
"SHIELD, with its resources integrated, doesn't have to fear Saber. Our strength is ten times that of The Devil Gang. In the time it takes Saber to kill one of us, we can kill ten people from The Devil Gang. In an all-out war, he will definitely lose! He just looks crazy on the surface, but he is actually very smart. He is using crazy counterattacks to cover up his weakness. I don't believe you can't see all of this. "
Fury didn't continue to be angry. People in the position of leader were sometimes very blind, because they could only see what they wanted to see. Coulson's suggestion gave Fury a completely different direction. He rubbed his chin, his one eye full of thought.
"Let's not talk about this first. You mean, we should cooperate more deeply with our counterparts on the other side of the ocean?"
"Not just them, we have to join the system led by the Ancient One and cooperate more closely with others. I mean …"
Coulson snapped his fingers. "If we can't guarantee that those uncertain factors will become our friends, then at least we can't make them our enemies. For example, Doctor Strange Steve Strange, who recently commanded the New York Sanctum, or the playboy Tony Stark, or the dark symbol of Gotham, Batman, or even the very annoying Constantine, who has recently been wandering between the real world and Hell."
Coulson had a headache on his face.
"In my opinion, they are in a very delicate relationship with us. They are friends with Saber, but they are strangers to us. Once we have a conflict with Saber, which side will they stand on? How many resources will we have to spend to deal with them? "
The Level 8 agent stood up, straightened his clothes, and ended his speech with a sentence.
"Saber is a classic lesson. We can't fall on the same stone twice, and I think, Fury, our attention should be divided. The monitoring of the mystical side and the investigation of the internal affairs, these two matters are almost equal in importance, and your energy is limited."
Fury nodded. When Coulson turned to leave and walked to the door of the office, the sound of a lighter rang behind him. This made Coulson stunned for a moment because Fury didn't have the habit of smoking. He turned his head and saw Fury take out a cigar from the drawer, put it in his mouth, and lit it without much skill. He waved the lighter in his hand and looked at the burning flame.
"Coulson, you and Hill will be in charge of the mystical side's monitoring. You will deal with those freaks … You are right, I should focus on more important things."
He raised his head and looked at Coulson.
"I can't give you the captain now. I need his superpower to investigate some things for me. The other resources will be distributed by you!"
Coulson didn't refuse. He nodded calmly and gestured at Fury with his finger.
"Okay! Leave it to me! "
"Ding Ding Ding Ding"
The phone in S.H.I.E.L.D's office suddenly rang. Fury, with the cigar in his mouth, put the phone to his ear and asked in a low voice.
"Hello? This is Nick Fury, what's the matter? "
The person on the other side of the phone said a few words, and Fury's relaxed expression immediately became serious again. A moment later, he put down the phone and looked at Coulson with a strange expression.
"Very well, Coulson, here comes the first problem you have after taking office. The President has just been assassinated, and the assassination failed. The problem is, the entire White House's 37 security personnel can testify that the assassin was a mutant, and he left a blatant mark. In fact, it sounds more like a clumsy demonstration, or the start of an ancient but effective conspiracy."
S.H.I.E.L.D shrugged and yawned.
"But that's not my problem, Coulson. Go and deal with your own business. Look, after being busy for half a month, I can finally have a good night's sleep."
The expression on Coulson's face also collapsed. He didn't say anything and walked out of the office. Fifteen minutes later, S.H.I.E.L.D's helicopter stopped on the tarmac of the chaotic White House. Coulson, wearing sunglasses, got off the plane and saw heavily armed soldiers standing at every entrance with weapons in their hands. They looked like they were facing a great enemy.
But Coulson's face was calm. He didn't believe the White House spokesman's description of the assassination just now. It's not that he thinks they are lying, but as an agent, he can see through this trick at a glance.
This is obviously a framing!
Especially when he saw the so-called "evidence", Coulson sneered at the operation of the incident. Rough, too rough!
He wore white gloves, put the dark red dagger in his hand, and looked at it repeatedly. There was nothing special about the dagger itself, except for a red cloth strip at the end of the dagger with a sentence written in Latin.
"Guarantee the freedom of mutants."
Opposite him, the surprised old president was drinking water with a glass of water. Obviously, the old man was frightened. He was still trembling with the glass of water in his hand. Coulson's eyes swept over him. He put down the dagger in his hand, took off his white gloves, and said to the president.
"Are you sure you saw his true face?"
The old president nodded.
"It's a blue, yes, a blue-skinned devil, I'm sure! He has a tail like a triangular arrow, and there are all kinds of weird runes on his skin He was holding the dagger, and if Derk hadn't hit him at the last moment, I think it would have been
A middle-aged military officer standing beside him nodded and comforted the old president.
"Sir, that's nothing. It's our duty to protect your safety."
After that, the military officer turned his head to look at Coulson. His eyes were clear. "We all saw that guy. That guy seems to have the ability to travel through space. He single-handedly defeated 17 soldiers. It was the mutants who did it! I'm sure of that! "
Coulson did not refute. He nodded and pondered for a moment.
"But with all due respect, Mr. President, this is likely to be a despicable framing. To be honest, I don't think the leader of the mutants will be so reckless."
"But they did do it! After I let go of the restrictions on Mutants, they still want to get more!!! Shouldn't SHIELD give me an explanation? "
The old president was very excited. It's natural. For example, you pass by death, and then someone next to you asks you to calm down and think about it. This is an impossible thing. Human beings had this kind of strategy long before civilization began to develop, but he could last for thousands of years, which can only explain one thing.
It's really effective, especially when it's aimed at some big shots.
Coulson and the Romanov agent beside him looked at each other. He took a step back and nodded slightly. He did not argue with the president again.
"Well, leave it to us, Mr. President. We will give you a satisfactory answer."
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