Beautiful Man

A few minutes later, the S.H.I.E.L.D. rescue helicopter roared into the sky, then made an emergency landing and parked on the lawn of the seaside cottage.

A group of people walked off the helicopter, including S.H.I.E.L.D. agents armed with automatic rifles, and medical staff in white coats.

A group of people raised their hands to push the stretcher bed, rushed to the door of the cabin, raised their hands and knocked roughly on the door.

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"Captain!"

"We belong to SHIELD of New York!"

"Hurry up and open the door!"

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Steve hid in the blind corner of the airtight room, holding his shield and shouting: "Just break the door and come in!"

Hearing that, several agents retreated, and a strong man agent kicked the wooden door and its hardware.

"Captain!"

"I'm here!"

Several agents immediately rushed over, armed with rifles in their surroundings.

The agent in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. in New York walked over and saw Nick Fury's injuries and blood loss.

The immediate boss and director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau was severely injured by an unknown gunman in an ambush within his jurisdiction.

This is an extremely serious incident, and he, the agent in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D. in New York, cannot shirk the blame and bears the main responsibility.

The dismissal is small, and it might be sentenced to imprisonment for dereliction of duty.

"Doctor! Quick!"

The agent in charge urged the doctor to speed up his movements, and even his voice was distorted under the high tension.

The three doctors came over, put the stretcher on the ground, and worked together to lift Nick Fury into the helicopter.

The agent in charge was in shock, and asked with a pale face: "Captain, where is the gunman, can you see him clearly?"

Steve looked at him, remembering the shadow outside the window.

He pointed to the small window in the living room and said, "It's too dark to see clearly. I only saw a vague figure on the hillside in the distance. The figure is very strong, most likely it is a male."

The agent in charge frowned and stared, his face gloomy.

If you want to be exempt from punishment, you can only hope that Nick Fury will not die, and then catch the murderer who opened the gun, but this information alone can't even test the murderer.

However, he still ordered the agents present to search for clues at the gunner's location, and then dispatched all the agents of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D., centering on Steve's beach house, driving a helicopter to conduct a large-scale search within five kilometers of the surrounding area.

After doing all this, the agent in charge rushed to the helicopter, but he turned his head and found that Steve was also following.

Because of Nick Fury's last words, Steve also had doubts about the people of SHIELD.

In order to prevent accidents on the way to the doctor, he must guard Nick Fury.

The agent in charge said nothing, and they boarded the helicopter one by one.

The propeller speeded up and the helicopter rose from the ground to the hospital.

Inside the cabin, Nick Fury put on a ventilator, his shirt was untied, and he lay quietly on the stretcher bed.

Three large-caliber bullets hit his chest and abdomen, the wound was grim, and he had lost too much blood...The medical staff immediately gave him emergency treatment.

The agent in charge looked at Nick Fury's injury with a solemn expression.

After a long silence, he contacted the SHIELD headquarters with a sigh and reported the news of Nick Fury's injury.

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A few minutes later, the dangerously piloted rescue helicopter landed on the tarmac of the central hospital.

"Get out! Get out of everything!"

The hatch opened, and the agent in charge ran ahead, shouting to disperse the crowd.

The three doctors hurried to the operating room pushing a stretcher, Steve followed behind with a shield in hand.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Director's operation is the hospital's top priority!

The hospital channel was green all the way, and he was sent to the nearest operating room within half a minute. A group of top gunshot wound specialists had been waiting for a long time.

Outside the operating room, the red light is on.

The expert team immediately rescued Nick Fury.

Steve stood outside the operating room, watching the situation inside through the single layer of glass.

He looked worried and was silent.

Certainly possible!

He must survive!

The dignified director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a sinister and cunning lone wolf.

How could a person like him who count others all day be raped and killed in a mere mere way?

This ending is too ridiculous!

Steve thought this in his heart.

The expert team tried their best to rescue them. The agents in charge came in and went out, and the calls were made one after another. Only Steve stood there waiting.

It's a pity that things backfired. After 20 minutes of full rescue, the heart rate monitor finally turned into a straight line.

Accompanied by the prolonged beeping sound, the surgeon put down the scalpel in silence and reluctantly announced the death of the patient.

Steve lowered his head slowly, the expression on his face was sad and regretful.

In fact, based on the emergency medical knowledge he learned on the battlefield, at the first time he was shot, he judged that Nick Fury was ill-advised tonight.

He just chanted those words in his heart, just praying for a miracle to come, but it was a pity that the miracle did not appear after all.

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In the vacant room, Nick Fury lay calmly on the push bed, his lower body covered with white tarps.

Because of the special status of the deceased, the hospital did not dare to deal with it without authorization, and had to vacate a room to park the body.

Steve stood with the agent in charge, silent for a long time.

None of them could believe that the man who was so powerful and had experienced countless crises had died like this.

He did not die in the hands of terrorist organizations in the Middle East, nor did he die in the hands of the clown organization, but in the hands of a coward who could only put a cold gun.

Such an ending is too cruel for Nick Fury.

Perhaps this is why his expression on his face remained solemn and cold after his death.

Suddenly, the room door was pushed open.

An agent walked in and said, "Captain, sir, Chairman Alexander is here!"

Hearing this, Steve and the agent in charge immediately awoke.

Surrounded by the special forces, Alexander went straight into the makeshift morgue.

"Nick..."

Seeing Nick Fury's body, Alexander looked solemn and sad.

Starting today, another comrade-in-arms of the same age as him has left.

He silently mourned his old friend, then took a flower from his suit pocket and placed it on a white waterproof bag.

After doing all this, he sighed and turned around and said: "Captain, I am Alexander Pierce, Nick's boss and his friend."

Steve shook hands with him politely: "Sir!"

Alexander said faintly: "You are welcome, my father was also in the 101st Airborne Division before, can I have a few words with you?"

"Okay." Steve nodded.

The two walked into the vacant room next door, and Alexander asked solemnly, "Captain, why did Nick go to your house just now?"

Steve shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Alexander: "Do you know there is monitoring there?"

Steve: "Yes, Nick told me."

Alexander: "Then did he tell you that he was monitoring you."

Steve: "He didn't say it, but he should not be the only one who wants to monitor me."

Alexander nodded and said, "That's right! Did Nick tell you anything? Or give you something?"

Steve recalled the situation last night: "Nick just told me not to trust anyone. Other than that, there is nothing worth noting."

"Nothing?"

Alexander stared into Steve's eyes seriously: "Captain, because you are the last person to see Nick, so I will ask you again, did Nick say anything to you? Or give you something? "

Hearing this, Steve fell into memory again.

He carefully reviewed every detail of Nick's appearance.

It took a long time to think this time, and Alexander waited patiently.

In the end, Steve shook his head and said firmly: "Except for the above few words, no more."

"Huh..." Alexander sighed heavily, "In that case, you can go back."

"Thank you sir." Steve turned around and twisted the door lock of the room.

"Captain Rogers!" Alexander said suddenly:

"Someone murdered my friend, I will trace it to the end. If you dare to get in my way, you will definitely regret it, no matter who it is."

Steve nodded and said, "Understood."

After speaking, he opened the door, glanced at Nick Fury one last time, and left the hospital straight away.

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As soon as Steve left, Rumlow of the Special Forces pushed the door and walked in: "Sir, everything is ready."

Alexander whispered: "Make your people be more vigilant, don't let it go this time."

"Understand!" Rumlow nodded.

The two left the room and returned to the makeshift morgue.

From afar, they saw the agent in charge of the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. and the S.H.I.

With guns in hand, the special forces insisted on taking away Nick Fury's body.

But the agent in charge believes that for such a serious matter as the shooting, an investigation team must be established to hunt down the murderer.

The body of Nick Fury is an important exhibit and cannot be disposed of at will before the investigation is over.

The two sides insisted on their own words and refused to give in to each other, which blocked the water in the hospital.

Many onlookers gathered to watch the fun.

Alexander squeezed the crowd and walked over and said solemnly: "Nick is my friend, and his funeral must be handled by me personally."

The first level of officials crushes people to death, let alone the second level.

Alexander personally left, and the voice of the agent in charge suddenly weakened a lot.

But he still frowned and said: "Chairman, I'm afraid this is not in compliance."

Alexander pointed to his nose and said angrily: "Nick was assassinated in New York. You, the agent in charge, were the first to escape. Now you want to leave his body. What do you want to do? Do you want to destroy the traces on the body? "

The agent in charge flushed with anger and retorted: "The director came to New York as a covert operation. No one in the New York branch knew that even if I was held accountable, it should be checked by the ad hoc investigation team."

Alexander said: "I don't know, I don't know... These are not excuses for you to cover up your work mistakes. In addition, you don't need to form an investigation team to investigate. From now on, you have been suspended. The work of the New York branch is managed by Sitter Will takes over immediately."

As soon as the voice fell, the two special fighters directly fired the guns of the agent in charge, knocked him down to the wall and handcuffed him.

"No! You are not qualified to do this!" The agent in charge flushed, angrily.

"My power is much greater than you think!" Alexander snorted and turned to leave the hospital.

The special team pushed Nick Fury's body and boarded the Kun fighter on the tarmac.

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The plane lifted off slowly and flew to the Tri-Wing Building.

Alexander sat beside the cart and lifted the white tarp covering his face.

He approached Nick Fury's ear and whispered: "Nick, I know you are not dead. I have seen through your plan. You guessed it, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s biggest gangster is me."

"Hehe, I really deserve to be the old subordinate I pulled up with one hand. In just a day or two, I can seize my flaws."

"Originally, I didn't dare to attack you, but you didn't know what to do to provoke the clown organization, and the trustworthy people around you were scattered, leaving you a bare commander."

Alexander looked at Nick Fury's'corpse' and said many things intermittently.

Nick Fury is not only his dead opponent, but also his most admired subordinate.

Even if the two have different beliefs, he is still willing to promote him and let him take his place.

It's a pity that the Daos are different and don't work together. The pair of masters and apprentices who once respected each other finally embarked on a dead end.

Thinking of sending him on the road, Alexander couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Okay, let's say so much. The rest, every year and today, I will slowly tell you."

He leaned closer and said in Nick Fury's ear: "Long live the Hydra!"

After speaking, Alexander snapped his fingers softly.

Rumlow immediately took out a box from his arms and injected 10 ml of white liquid into Nick Fury's body.

This is a nerve poison specially made by Hydra. The poisoned person will die of cardiac palsy within 5 minutes, and the poison will be metabolized within 25 minutes, and no equipment or reagents can detect it.

Farewell, the king of spies!

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Steve left the hospital and strolled down the street alone with his shield in hand.

Nick Fury's face always appeared in his mind and lingered.

His confidentiality makes Steve very unhappy, and the cooperation between the two is mostly unpleasant.

But in the event of a dangerous incident, he can always give a solution the first time, and he feels inexplicably relieved to be his companion.

However, it was such a person who was suddenly killed by the rape, which caught Steve off guard.

He began to worry, what should he do if he encounters a dangerous incident next time?

He is just a soldier, not a decision maker.

Alexander arranged for hundreds of plainclothes agents, disguised as ordinary people, mixed in the crowd secretly surveillance.

Steve was depressed and walked slowly, but the strange eyes around him couldn't escape his perception.

It has been followed, and there are still a lot of people.

Nick Fury had just died and someone was following him. Who can't wait to wait?

Is it Alexander?Steve secretly doubted.

He maintained his original speed, pretending not to notice, and slowly turned into a damp and dark alley.

The agent in charge of tracking immediately became vigilant.

This kind of alley is the easiest to get out of, and the hardest to track, and you will be spotted if you are not careful.

Several agents looked at each other and immediately understood.

A tattered drunkard carrying a wine bottle walked staggeringly towards the alley.

His complexion was flushed, he was constantly nauseous, and he looked like he was going to the alley to vomit.

Leaning on the wall and turning into the alley, it was dark inside, and there was no ghost shadow.

The drunkard immediately became sober, touched the pistol behind his waist, and walked quickly along the alley to the end.

A pair of talented and attractive couples leaned against the wall at the exit of the alley and kissed each other.

"Shit!" the drunkard shouted angrily.

"What's wrong?" the couple asked.

"Lost!" The drunkard pointed to the roof and said:

"It's only five stories high, it's easy to climb up with his skill."

The couple let go of each other and asked anxiously: "What should I do?"

The drunkard immediately took out the communicator: "What else? Send out the helicopter and search!"

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ps: Nick Fury left a key message for the US team before his death. Guess what?