Me, Hydra

"Is this another one of those unenthusiastic guys who messed with this god? Didn't they get a warning from S.H.I.E.L.D.?!"

Although he thought so, Coulson still dutifully dialed Nick Fury's exclusive phone number.

Nick Fury, who was feeling a little sleepy, suddenly lost all sleepiness after hearing Coulson's report.

"Why do that group of politicians always like to fight against me? Don't you fucking know that for this kind of thing S.H.I.E.L.D. is the expert?!"

As he thought about it, Nick Fury held an emergency electronic meeting.

Including the President of the United States, soon everyone's face appeared on the screen in front of them.

All of them were regular readers of the major newsweeklies, and Nick Fury was filled with abhorrence and frustration for this group of people.

"Gentlemen, we may need to consider who the command of S.H.I.E.L.D. actually is."

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"The alien who calls himself Hydra has been assassinated. An assassination by a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."

Not using too many words to express his anger, Nick Fury spoke as if he were saying "I had a glass of water yesterday".

"Well... how did it end up?"

There was no question as to who had moved Nick Fury, and the politician's question was put directly on the result.

"Failure, by whatever means."

"What did he say."

"He told me to say something to you all."

"Say what?"

"Say nothing."

Looking at Nick Fury with a heavy face, the faces of the politicians who were called up by the aide changed slightly, and after a moment of silence, the politicians whispered "Got it" and then directly closed the contact.

Wise people speak very simple, Nick Fury told the group of politicians in an extremely simple way: "Don't mess around until you understand the situation."

Nick Fury's face was clouded with gloom as he left the conference hall.

Nick Fury had known from the beginning that S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't under his complete control, because neither the U.S. government nor that group of politicians who saw status as a means to an end would allow themselves to become that third-party organization that was beyond the government. But if it was a straightforward way to conduct mission operations without telling himself now....

On the other hand, Hydra was on her way home with Black Chastity.

Humans are something that can be said to ride high when it comes to death, as history has shown.

Evolution has produced higher intelligence, but the weapons in the hands of humans have more often than not been wielded against their own kind.

From cold to hot weapons, people have never been under the haze of war.

And now, looking at the few punks in front of him, Hydra's face was filled with speechlessness.

"Are those guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. all idiots? Nor do they know how to help me clear the safety hazards around me..."

"And you just killed an agent of someone's."

"That was an accident~"

Hydra's reaction to Black Chastity's ridicule could be described as having no shame whatsoever.

New York was an international city, and an unquestionably sinful one. This was evident from the New York subway whose walls were covered in graffiti. Even to this day, the very streets of New York are filled with semi-public drug dealing.

It's a deep-seated and persistent problem, and in a country where guns are legal, it's to be expected how much force that group of drug dealers can wield. It's like Aloso, played by Denzel Washington in the movie Training Day.

A lot of old military greaseballs have shady dealings with that group of drug dealers, and with the intricacies of the interests involved, it's become a persistent problem for New York, and for the entire surface outcome.

America is not like the Great Lakes with milk flowing in it and the Rocky Mountains with honey, as that group of publicists say. On the contrary, the crime rate in New York has always been high. It was only in recent years that it got better.

Putting his palm up, Hydra set the group of punks straight into the side wall and ignoring their howls, Hydra stalked away from the alley.

There was never a shortage of big fat people on the streets of America, and that was really fat. Their arms alone were as thick as Hydra's waist, and one of them was like an adult white carrot. It's not like they look so different when they walk down the street in groups of three or five.

Because of the price of things, the lower and middle class in the U.S. don't have that much free time to go to the gym, and because of the high-calorie fast food that is prevalent in the U.S., the obesity rate in the U.S. has remained high, and it tends to be the lower and middle class.

"It's hard to imagine people developing this over time, but in my day, even the aristocrats didn't want to be as fat as they were..."

"That's the way of the times, the ones that get eliminated will eventually get eliminated, and the world they can see limits them. Even the starting price for a taxi is five dollars, and the cost of the journey alone is not something that the poor people of America can afford."

As she spoke, Hydra had returned to the villa with Black Chastity, tossing her shoes aside as Black Chastity walked barefoot and unconcerned on the glossy, warm floor.

Shaking her head, Hydra put the shoes into the shoe cabinet evenly with Black Chastity's share of them, and then walked into the living room wearing the slippers she had already prepared.

"It's a bit loose, but a bit of a girl's cleanliness isn't a bad thing~"

"No, that LOW stormed."

Raising a middle finger, Black Chastity showed disdain for Hydra's statement.

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, he took out a book from a shelf on the side. A novel that looked like an autobiography. Hydra made it to the couch and read it quietly.

Black Chastity, apparently not of the sex that liked to read, crackled as she turned on the game console she had prepared.

Fortunately, the group of people from S.H.I.E.L.D. took into account Hei chaste's inhuman tendon strength so they prepared a box of game controllers, otherwise....

Looking at the wreckage of the handle in the trash can, which was already approaching double digits, Hydra grinned and said, "If that you were an absolutely disgusting bear when you were younger."

"No, I was a radical loli when I was younger~" the corners of Black Chastity's mouth curved upwards, eyes on the screen, and Black Chastity continued, "With a little white velvet kilt and a red and green ribbon helping on the lance in my hand. It's cute as hell no matter how you think about it, okay? How could it be a bear?"

Shaking her head in frustration, Hydra spoke somewhat wordlessly.

"How can you say anything about being a child when you're supposed to be just a product of the French military and civilians who wished for the fall?"

"Who knows~ it might be one of my sides~"

As she said that, Kuro Chaste put down the game controller in her hand and looked at Hydra at the side with small interest.

"Speaking of which, you haven't told me properly about your past~"

Scratching her face, Hydra shook her head.

"It's better not to say..."

"Ooooh?? Is there something very secretive going on?"