Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Cyber ​​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 a lot of things came, just like every time he It's all coming to clean up the mess in this city.

This kind of feeling is really hard to like, no one likes trouble, right?

However, his departure made many people breathe a sigh of relief, not only the guys hiding in the shadows and plotting their own conspiracies, but also the guardians of New York on the bright side, and even the entire country.

Yes, I'm talking about SHIELD.

At 11:37 midnight, the light in the office of the mysterious Delta Wing building was still on. Nick Fury was sitting on his desk, looking at a stack of documents. There are many things happening in this country every day. Terrorist attacks, riots within the country, and some war plans that cannot be seen by ordinary people, these things may have nothing to do with the scope of his jurisdiction, but as a mature and sophisticated spy, Fury himself has become accustomed to nothing. Find contact points in related things.

This is the normal state of his work. The life of the agents is not as cool as in the movies. 80% of the work is actually done in the office. Conversely, if an agent does anything, it will only be solved with brute force. Then he is definitely not a qualified agent.

"Director! This is an emergency document from Bahrain!"

Coulson hurriedly walked into the director's office and handed him the file in his hand. Ferry took it and looked at it. The only one left was narrowed, but instead of raising his head, he continued to read. File, he asked in a low voice,

"Asazo escaped from prison? The reason is marked as "accident", so are you sure this is not caused by the overbearing Mr. Magneto?"

Coleson shook his head.

"No! Eric Lanschel has been in Canada since the war in New York. Our secret agent is watching him. This time he was very cooperative, although I think he is planning some kind of more profound influence. Plan, but Asazo’s escape from prison may really have nothing to do with Magneto."

"So it is judged that he disappeared accidentally?"

Fury rubbed his forehead and put down the documents. He leaned on the chair with his hands folded. "Another dangerous mutant has disappeared. There is another factor that cannot be controlled. The situation is becoming uncontrollable. In the past 15 years, There have never been so many changes during the year, so elusive, this is not normal! Coleson, this is not a normal situation."

Coulson looked emotional when facing Mr. Director, but it was actually a gesture of inquiry. He pulled the chair and sat opposite Nick Fury. He was silent for a while. This was hailed as the "model of American agents." The veteran agent of, organized a language, and he whispered,

"Fry, we have known each other for more than 20 years. I have always regarded you as a mentor and an elder. In my opinion, you have enough secrets. In the past ten years, you have protected this country. Good, but"

Colson increased his tone, but lowered his voice.

"You also said that the situation has changed. Even the supreme mage who is strong enough to shake the world has admitted this change frankly, but in my opinion, you did not let go of your posture and see how you treat Cyberhawk You know, he is no longer the little pawn that can be threatened by us in the past, even if we don’t want to admit it, but now, he is the leader of a powerful force, we should put him on equality, It’s not a code or a coordinate in the plan."

"Why are we so passive? Ferry?"

Coleson asked back, "Why do we behave so weakly in the face of mutants, in the face of cyberspace, and even in the face of the mysterious side invasion? You might say that this is because a traitor has appeared within us. A force we have never known before, this is all right, this is all the reason, but I think there is another reason that cannot be ignored, Fury."

Coleson is no longer calling Ferry the director, he said softly like a normal friend,

"We can't control everything anymore! We have to put down our bodies and regain the idea of ​​the last world war. We have to accept our position as a chess piece, instead of always trying to be a chess player when we are insufficient, like you In the event that is being planned about the third ghost rider, you have set his expected enemy to be Cyberhawk. This is not necessary, Fury, I think we and Cyber ​​are not enemies!"

Coulson stared at Ferry without blinking.

"At least not right now! The Supreme Mage will not allow us to fight internally. Whoever dares to take the first shot will definitely be hit by her. You are doing a dangerous thing! And once exposed, it will attract Cyber ​​mad dogs. The same full-strength attack, isn't the lesson of hand-to-hand and foot-to-hand not enough?"

"You! You are watching me!"

Fury's voice became dangerous, "Those files you shouldn't see!"

"Just treat it as a mistake."

Coleson shrugged and leaned back on the chair with a relaxed look, "I accept any punishment. I just said my own thoughts. Now I am fighting against Cyber. The gain is not worth the loss. Our greater threat is internal! "

He tapped his fingers on the table,

"The S.H.I.E.L.D.E.L.D. with integrated resources does not have to be afraid of Cyber. Our power is ten times that of the Devil Gang. When Cyber ​​kills one of us, we can kill 10 Devil Gang. He will undoubtedly lose in a full-scale war! He just looks crazy on the surface. He is actually very smart. He is using a crazy counterattack to hide his weakness. I don't believe you can't see all of this."

Fury did not continue to be angry. The person in the leadership position is sometimes very blind, because he can only see what he wants to see, and Coleson’s advice gave Fury a completely different direction. Rubbing his chin, his one eye was full of thought.

"Leave aside this question. What do you mean is that we should cooperate more deeply with those colleagues across the ocean?"

"It's not just them, we want to join the system led by Guyi Master, and cooperate more closely with others, I mean"

Coleson flicked his fingers, "If we can't guarantee that those uncertain factors become friends, at least we can't make them our enemies, such as Steve Strange, the Strange Doctor who recently commanded the Sanctuary in New York. That playboy Tony Stark, another example is Gotham’s dark symbol of Batman, and even the hell detective who has recently wandered around the world and hell very frequently, the very annoying Constantine."

There was a headache on Coleson’s face.

"In my opinion, they are in a very delicate relationship with us. They are friends with Cyber, but strangers to us. Once we have a conflict with Cyber, which side will they be on? We score again How much resources are allocated to deal with them?"

Level 8 agent stood up, adjusted his clothes, and ended his speech with one sentence.

"Cyber ​​is a typical lesson. We can't fall twice on the same rock, and I think Fury, our attention should be distracted. The monitoring of the mysterious side and the internal inventory, the two incidents The importance is almost equal, and your energy is limited."

Ferry nodded, and when Coleson turned to leave and walked to the door of the office, the sound of a lighter rang behind him, which made Coleson startled, because Ferry has no smoking habits, he turned his head. , I saw Fury took a cigar out of the drawer and held it on his mouth. Some unskilled lights lit the fire. He placed the lighter in his hand and looked at the burning flame.

"Coleson, you and Hill will be responsible for the mystery side monitoring. You are going to deal with those freaks. You are right. I should focus on more important things."

He raised his head and looked at Colson.

"Captain, I can't give it to you now. I need his super ability to find out some things for me. You will allocate the other resources!"

Coleson didn't refuse, he nodded plainly, and swiped his finger at Friby.

"Okay! Leave it to me!"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The phone in the office of S.H.I.E.L.D. rang suddenly, Fry dangling a cigar, put the phone in his ear, and asked in a low voice.

"Hello? This is Nick Fury, what's the matter?"

The person opposite said a few words, and Fury’s expression just relaxed and became serious again. After a while, he put down the phone and looked at Coleson with a strange expression.

"Very well, Coleson, the first trouble you took in office has come. The president has just been assassinated and the assassination failed. But the problem is that the entire White House's 37 security personnel can prove that the assassin was a mutant, and he was still a mutant. It left a blatant mark, which actually sounds more like a botched demonstration, or the reopening of an ancient but effective conspiracy."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. Director shrugged, and he yawned.

"But it's not my trouble, Coleson, go and take care of your business, look at this busy half of the month, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

The expression on Coleson's face also collapsed. He didn't say anything, and instead walked out of the office. 15 minutes later, the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter stopped on the tarmac of the chaotic White House, wearing sunglasses. Coulson stepped off the plane and saw the heavily armed soldiers standing at each entrance with weapons in their hands. They looked like enemies.

But Coleson looked calm. He didn't believe the White House spokesperson's description of the assassination just now. It was not that he thought they were lying, but that as an agent, he could see through this trick at a glance.

This is obviously a mistake!

Especially when he saw the so-called "evidence", Coleson sneered at the operation steps of this incident, rough, too rough!

Wearing white gloves, he put the dark red dagger in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. The dagger itself was nothing special, except that there was a red cloth strip on the tail of the dagger with a sentence written in Latin. words,

"Guarantee the freedom of mutants"

Opposite him, the surprised old president was drinking with a water glass. Obviously, the old man was terrified. All he held the water glass was still shaking. Coulson's eyes swept over him. He put down the dagger in his hand, took off the white gloves, and said to the president,

"Are you sure you saw his true face?"

The old president nodded.

"That's a blue, yes, blue-skinned devil, I'm sure! He has a triangular arrow-like tail, and various weird runes are tattooed on his skin. He holds that dagger, if It wasn't that Delk hit him at the last minute, I guess it would."

A middle-aged military attache standing beside him nodded and comforted the old president.

"Sir, that's nothing. It is our duty to protect your safety."

After that, the military officer turned his head to look at Coleson, his eyes clear, "We have all seen that guy, that guy seems to have the ability to travel through space, he beat down 17 defensive soldiers alone, Those mutants did it! I can be sure of this!"

Coleson didn't refute, he nodded and pondered for a moment.

"But with all due respect, Mr. President, this is likely to be a scumbag. To be honest, I don't think the leader of the mutant would be so reckless."

"But they did do that! After I let go of the restrictions on mutants, they still wanted more brutally!! Shouldn't SHIELD give me an explanation?"

The old president was very excited. This is natural. For example, you passed death and someone next to you asked you to calm down and think about it. This was an impossible thing. Humans existed long before civilization began to develop. This kind of strategy, but he can continue for thousands of years, can only explain one thing.

It is really effective, especially when targeting some big people.

Coulson and the Romanov agent beside him looked at each other. He took a step back and nodded slightly, not arguing with the president anymore.

"Okay, leave it to us, Mr. President, we will give you a satisfactory answer."