I Am In Marvel

On the outskirts of New York, the former site of the Carl family manor, the conference hall on the second floor.

"Hello Patriarch!"

Seeing the splendid portal suddenly appearing indoors, the two girl servants quickly stepped forward, showing respect and joy. They bowed their heads and stood on both sides of the portal to greet and waited for instructions.

As if hearing the sound, the bald black man sitting on the conference sofa waiting for a long time got up, his blind left eye was covered by a black blindfold, and only the right eye was slightly sharpened.

"Go and get the bottle of red wine Howard stored here."

After coming out of the portal, Kyle sent the servant down. When he raised his eyes to see the familiar old friend, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, "Fry, I haven't seen him in a few months."

"Yeah." Fury shook his head with emotion, unraveling the stern expression that he usually used as the director, and smiled bitterly. "It's not thanks to you. The position of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Tired and troublesome."

With that, Fury walked to Kyle, patted him on the shoulder with both hands, and said sadly and frustratedly: "Kyle, howard has told me about your body on the phone. Sorry, you have all the resources I have. Yes, you also have the resources that I don’t have, and you still give the position of SHIELD. I really don’t know how to help you.”

"It's not to blame you, let alone you, no one on the whole earth can help me." Kyle shrugged and said, "Only I can save myself."

"Are you going to leave soon?" Fryben's dark face added a somber question.

Kyle didn't hide it from him and replied straightforwardly: "Counting today, there are still three days. On the third night, I will try to use some means to leave the earth."

"Three days, so..." Ferry seemed to be worried and didn't say any further.

"Don't talk about this topic, I also brought people over." Kyle gestured to the side. In the portal that still kept the Martian wheel, the red-haired and coquettish Natasha walked out behind, leaving a wet on the floor. footprint.

"I know, Natasha Romanov, an elite agent of the Soviet Red Room."

Fury walked towards Natasha with a self-confessed friendly smile, and said, "The last time I saw you, it was during World War II. On the battleship, you were severely injured by Kyle. I arranged for someone to do it in the inquiry room."

"My name is Natasha Carl now." Natasha responded in an angry manner, and glanced at Fury coldly.

She is not too cold to Fury, and she just found out her previous dark history.

"Let’s get to know each other. From now on, you will be partners in SHIELD."

Under Kyle’s words, Natasha nodded helplessly, while Fury was cheerful and satisfied and said: “It’s great. There is a super agent who can trust and take care of each other. I can feel more at ease."

After the three of them sat comfortably on the conference sofa, the maid presented the red wine, poured their glasses, and then stepped back.

Kyle lifted up the goblet gracefully, shook the inner sweet red wine, and asked: "Why, during this period of time, is it uneasy to be the director of SHIELD?"

Fury did not answer, sipped a sip of red wine, solemnly said: "Kyle, you were right before, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not that simple. The goal is to eradicate the Hydra organization, yes, but inside. Many of the management and personnel are elite talents drawn from the various agencies and departments of the U.S. government and the military. The relationship between the various departments has been very complicated since it was just established."

"Do you suspect that there is a Hydra spy inside?" Kyle asked calmly.

"It's not a suspicion, there must be. And there is one, which I have recently discovered on alert-it is my new secretary, the staff member I get along with the most every day."

When Fury said this, he sighed annoyed and said apologetically to Kyle: "I was careless. I have had so many dealings with Hydra, but I still underestimated their penetration and latency."

Kyle was not surprised by this. The S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D.in the original book was still half a den of Hydra, and this situation is now considered good.

He pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Have you got rid of the spy?"

"Not yet. After I finish meeting you, I still want to find more lurking people through that little mouse." Fury said coldly, one-eyed as sharp and majestic as an eagle, and there is a future for SHIELD. The domineering prototype of the Secretary.

"It's not that simple." Instead, Kyle smiled, thinking and saying: "After you went back, you accidentally revealed to the little mouse about my body's nuclear radiation that caused my body to become seriously ill and lose its function in this manor. The message of living in seclusion and recuperating. In two days, I am about to move out of here to live on an unknown island."

"Are you trying to lead them here?" Fury understood Kyle's thoughts when he heard it.

Kyle nodded and said: "Hydra Group, one head is broken, and another head grows out. On the eve of the day I left the earth, if they dare to come, then don't even think about going back."

Natasha raised her hand and interjected, "This trap...is it too obvious? Hydra people should not be fooled."

"It doesn't matter if you come or not, it's just an attempt." Kyle lifted his legs and leaned on the back of the sofa comfortably, his blue eyes flashed with shrewd and wise luster, "and the information that Fury revealed to them is half true. With the half-truth and half-false important information, coupled with the attraction of killing me as a symbol of peace, I believe there will still be idiots who will come to the door."

"Not only the remnants of the Hydra organization, maybe they will persuade other forces to come together and give me a big surprise." Kyle raised the corner of his mouth, using himself as a bait to set up a set, with a faint sense of expectation.

He really looked forward to seeing more enemies coming and taking his life as a farewell gift.

Natasha nodded in agreement, "Indeed, if you know that you have a physical problem, even if the credibility is only one-tenth, someone at the Red Room must try to send many agents over."

"Not only the Red Room of the Soviet Union, Germany's smashed, Nissan Warriors, Ninjas...In other words, your hatred in their hearts has exceeded the upper limit." Fury laughed.

"On the eve of my departure, they are welcome to come to the manor to gather." Kyle chuckled lightly, wishing to post the invitation to them.

Who is not convinced?Don't hold back!Don't delay the grievances of this era, and resolve them directly!

"By the way, there is one more thing, I don't know if I want to tell you."

Fry hesitated, and under Kyle's surprised gaze, he hesitated and said, "Peggy Carter, do you remember?"

Carter?

The name seemed to awaken Kyle's memories.

Of course he hadn't forgotten that the first rare green card at the turning point in his life was drawn from her.

She is a comrade-in-arms, old friend, Steve's entrusted person.