American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Manhattan Island, deep underground.

The base hall, whose overall structure had collapsed by more than half, had been completely cleared to create a large clean area.

Even the metal floor, which was covered with traces of broken pieces, was piled with a large amount of equipment and supplies.

Accompanied by the occasional low hum.

A diamond-shaped mechanical creation that looked full of alien technology style from the outside.

It was continuously transmitting huge amounts of energy to the depths of the corridor connecting the base hall through thick cables.

And under the dim light emitted by some lamps that had not been completely damaged.

In a dark corner filled with various supplies.

A middle-aged black man with an old black leather windbreaker over his shoulders was sitting there in a daze.

In the palm of his hand casually placed on his knees, there was a half-burned cigar, and wisps of green smoke kept rising between the flickering cigar heads.

And the other hand was suspended in the palm of his hand in the air.

A box of food that looked like a protein synthetic substance had already solidified into a mass of unknown substance.

"Mr. Fury, are you not satisfied with our synthetic food? Do you need us to find some human food for you?"

At this moment, a tall figure with pointed ears and rough green skin slowly entered the base hall from the corridor.

Behind him, dozens of alien races with almost the same appearance were assembling some large transmission devices in an orderly manner.

"Don't be so polite, old friend."

Nick Fury, who seemed to have just come to his senses, raised his dark face that was obviously much older.

He shook his bald head slightly.

He said to the approaching green-skinned alien race:

"The situation outside is too dangerous, those guys are chasing us too closely, and I just subconsciously recalled some past experiences, not the problem of food."

"I hope you don't mind it. After all, our Skrulls' concept of food culture is only the difference between filling the stomach or replenishing nutrition, and the food culture on Earth is no less than a fairy tale for us."

The Skrull who stepped forward showed a smile on his slightly ugly green face.

The alien race, who was not young, walked to the vicinity of Nick Fury, leaned his back on a pile of supplies, bowed his head and said:

"Mr. Fury, the energy transmission device for activating the Cosmic Cube is about to be completed. If everything goes well and there are no unexpected situations, we can leave the Earth and even the solar system in twelve hours at most."

"What are your plans for your future wandering life in the universe?"

At this moment, I heard the question from my alien old friend.

Nick Fury took a deep puff of his cigar and exhaled the pungent smoke while self-deprecatingly saying:

"Just over a year ago, I was the top leader of a huge spy organization. What I had to worry about every day was not only the financial review team from the upper level, but also where we needed to deal with special events..."

"But now, I am just a world-class wanted criminal who is being chased by a bunch of damn terrorists and running around like a street rat."

"Fury's future plans? I don't think I have ever thought about it. I thought I would continue to serve the ideals of S.H.I.E.L.D. until I die as the director and become a hero that people miss..."

At this moment, Nick Fury's voice seemed to gradually fade away.

In the end, he could only turn all his melancholy into a sigh.

Then, Nick Fury took another deep puff of the cigar that was about to burn out and swallowed it deep into his throat.

"Forget it, these are all in the past. Now that I think about it again, I did not do some things perfectly, and even had many problems. No wonder I ended up being abandoned by everyone."

"Mr. Fury, you also know that we Skrulls have the ability to transform, so some of your memories are also in my mind. I can't say that I can fully understand your feelings now, but what I want to say is that maybe changing the way of life is also a good choice for a race like humans with a short lifespan."

"The entire universe is huge, and countless magnificent planets and alien races that humans have never seen will become your most profound life memories. We Skrulls are losers and space wanderers who were expelled from our home planet, but only by being more optimistic can we survive better, right?"

The Skrull, with a faint smile on his face, persuaded Nick Fury beside him.

Nick Fury, who heard the comforting words from his alien friend, hesitated for a moment, but turned his head and said to him solemnly:

"Talos, I'm very sorry that some of your people paid the price of their lives because of me. Perhaps my choice to face death was the best choice."

"Mr. Fury, what are you talking about... If Miss Danvers knew that we who stayed on Earth did not save her few human friends, how would the Skrull wanderers who had enjoyed Miss Danvers's protection for decades face their patron saint?"

"Moreover, we Skrulls were already very dissatisfied with the global declaration of the Terran Star Corps, but we just didn't have the right opportunity to launch a strong counterattack..."

"Yes, the Earth is the home planet of the human race, but it is not just a planet for humans. A mere Terra Star Corps cannot represent the openness and consensus of the entire human race!"

At this moment, the words of the Skrull Talos were heard.

Nick Fury, who shook his dark bald head slightly, could not help but sigh:

"Yes, if the human race wants to enter the cosmic age and step out of the Earth to become an interstellar race, then it must have a guide who is familiar with all the rules. In fact, I originally expected to let you Skrulls become teachers of mankind and teach us to learn the behavior style and rules between cosmic races. Otherwise, with human nature, even if we become an interstellar race, we may inadvertently bring about unbearable disasters..."

"This is also one of the reasons why I tried to use the endless energy of the Cosmic Cube to develop super weapons, so that the future of mankind has an important bargaining chip for negotiations with countless alien races and even counterattacks. I even have an "Avengers Plan" that I didn't have time to carry out... Unfortunately, everything fell through."

Nick Fury's voice just fell.

The Skrull Talos, who had his arms around his shoulders, also shook his head and sighed.

However, when he wanted to continue the conversation with his old friend.

Boom boom boom --

At this moment, a familiar sound of bombs rang faintly in everyone's ears!

The next second, Nick Fury suddenly opened his eyes wide and instantly got up from the ground.

With his fingertips trembling slightly, he immediately turned his head to look at Talos, whose expression became solemn, and almost growled with gritted teeth:

"They... are still catching up!"