Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 166: Calculation (It’s broken. Brothers, 200 people missed the chapter yesterday. My mentality is broken)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 166: Calculation (It’s broken. Brothers, 200 people missed the chapter yesterday. My mentality is broken)

It was evening in a canyon in New Mexico, and the fiery sunset illuminated the distinct red rock formations.

Those biological fossils buried deep in the soil occasionally poke out their claws from the rock wall, listening to the sound of the stream that has not changed for millions of years.

Suddenly, a huge shadow towered over the canyon, casting a shadow that covered the entire rift valley fault.

It was a sky carrier 350 meters long, 87 meters wide, with a full load displacement of 122,000 tons.

Four huge turbine engines are arranged at the four corners of the ship. The majestic energy provided by the four A1B nuclear fission reactors supplies the turbines with rapid rotation, providing the mothership with vertical upward lift.

Two coupled jet engines are installed at the tail end of the sky carrier to provide power in the horizontal direction, allowing the carrier to freely change directions as if it were sailing on the water.

In addition, the double-layered aircraft carrier carries more than 70 aircraft, including but not limited to EA-18G Growler electronic fighter jets, F-35C Lightning II fighter jets, and E-2D Hawkeye early warning aircraft.

This newly commissioned helicarrier is SHIELD's most powerful conventional military force.

The five thousand SHIELD employees above are busy working day and night, doing their best to maintain the name of "Shield".

And Nick Fury is their leader.

The setting sun cast its afterglow onto the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge. Nick Fury's dark face showed no expression as he listened indifferently to the voice coming from his cell phone.

At this moment, the burly black man who was blind in one eye took a deep breath and forced himself to continue listening to the noise coming from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Fury, this is an order from the Pentagon."

The Defense Department bureaucrat on the other end of the phone said in a scripted tone:

"We have communicated with Wakanda. Regarding the security of this secret meeting, the King of Wakanda named you to be responsible."

Nick Fury shook his head and said coldly: "The purpose of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is to protect the country's homeland security and prevent superpower crimes that may cause heavy losses.

If it is just a security issue for a secret meeting, you should not come to me. This is not the responsibility of our Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

You can contact the CIA, FBI, National Secrecy Service, State Security Administration, Defense Intelligence Agency, or the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"Don't tell me these nonsense," the Pentagon bureaucrat said in a deep voice: "Director Nick Fury, your old superior Alexander Pierce won this matter for you."

"This meeting is related to the future changes in the world structure. Secretary-General Pierce named Agent Patton and an agent named Natasha from your bureau to be responsible for the security of this meeting!"

"Oh?" Nick Fury frowned slightly and asked, "Did Secretary Pierce name us to take charge of security?"

He has been suspicious of Alexander Pierce recently and is even secretly investigating him.

At this time, Alexander Pierce asked them to be responsible for the security of the secret talks between Wakanda and the Federation, which made Nick Fury a little confused about his intentions.

Things in Wakanda involve the game between the five bosses behind S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is a game between countries,

Even if an organization the size of SHIELD is involved, it will end up being cannon fodder.

Nick Fury doesn't want SHIELD to go into this muddy water. His most important thing now is to complete the self-examination of the game as soon as possible.

The Pentagon bureaucrat said solemnly: "We have received intelligence that someone wants to sabotage this secret meeting.

Mr. Pierce recommended you to the White House.

Director Fury, since you are responsible for this matter, security must be done well!"

Nick Fury's brows furrowed deeply, like the valley below the Helicarrier, "Since it was a secret meeting, why was the news leaked?"

“In national-level confrontations, there are no eternal secrets.”

The bureaucrat on the other end of the phone said indifferently:

"We are also investigating which part of the problem went wrong. Maybe Wakanda wanted to put pressure on us, and maybe the intelligence was deliberately leaked!"

"There is currently a bounty on the King of Wakanda in the underground world!"

"Director Fury, I hope your Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency will take this security mission seriously.

Send as many people as possible.

Don’t worry, anyone suspected of undermining national security or threatening national interests needs to be reviewed and verified.

Regarding this security issue, I have contacted the National Security Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency, and the National Reconnaissance Office on your behalf to ask them to share relevant information with you."

The other party offered such generous office conditions, but Nick Fury was not satisfied at all. He narrowed his one eye and asked hoarsely:

"Why are you so aggressive?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment before he said calmly: "This is not something you should care about, Director Fury. You just need to be a qualified soldier and perform your mission loyally and without compromise."

"No." Nick Fury shook his head and said: "The Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau is under the jurisdiction of the International Security Council.

The Pentagon only has the right to advise me but not to command. If you are unwilling to tell me the truth, I will not obey your order."

"Are you sure you want to know?" the bureaucrat said softly: "Nick Fury, this is a decision made by the Pentagon and the White House. Although you represent the most powerful supernatural force response agency in the federal government.

However, you have to know that your so-called reliance itself is still within the federal political system.

Your agents are federal citizens, the space carrier under your feet is federal property, and even you are just a puppet pushed to the stage by the federation.

The Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency is like a knife. If the knife is blunt or even disobedient, we will not hesitate to use a new blade if the blade is pointed at the user."

Such an explicit threat was like pressing the muzzle of the gun to Nick Fury's forehead.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly realized that the "we" the other party was talking about was definitely not the Department of Defense, the Pentagon, or the White House, but the incredibly large federal government itself.

"Yes! I understand that regarding the security of this secret meeting, our Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau will do a good job in security work!"

Nick Fury took a deep breath, agreed, and hung up the phone!

"Director, the things have been packed!"

On the aerospace aircraft carrier, Agent Phil Coulson knocked on the door and pushed open the door of the director's office.

Just after finishing the assessment of Ghost Rider, he followed Nick Fury's orders non-stop,

Sorting out Howard Stark's belongings in S.H.I.E.L.D. and preparing to hand them over to Tony Stark in New York.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Nick Fury with a gloomy face.

"Phil, for those things that Howard Stark left behind, I will personally go to New York and give them to Tony. I have a mission that requires you to go there!"

Phil Coulson naturally folded his hands on his lower abdomen, waiting for Nick Fury's order.

"In a few days, there will be a secret meeting in Washington, D.C., and Secretary-General Pierce named Hawkeye to perform the escort mission.

Phil, go and replace Hawkeye!"

"Right now, Hawkeye is guarding Brock Rumlow. I originally wanted to wait until the interrogation was over before bringing him back, but our enemy's sense of smell is far sharper than I thought!"

Nick Fury walked up to Phil Coulson and patted him on the shoulder: "Phil, Brock Rumlow has been handed over to you. We will wait until Hill brings the mind reader back for the interrogation!"

Phil Colson pursed his lips: "Yes! Sir!"

On the runway of the aerospace aircraft carrier, Phil Coulson walked towards a Quinjet fighter.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, Nick Fury looked deeply at everyone who appeared next to the Quinjet.

The ground crew responsible for guiding the fighter planes, seemingly a passing agent...

………

New Mexico, Albuquerque, Rocky Mountains

In a villa safe house hidden in the mountains and forests, all the windows in the room were covered with cloth, and two single sofas were placed on the ground seemingly casually.

Hawkeye Barton was sitting on the sofa, holding a coffee cup in his hand and staring at the man opposite.

His former colleague, Crossbones Brock Rumlow, was holding a glass of red wine mixed with Truth Ecstasy. Under the gaze of two agents, with a sarcastic look on his face, he drank it down without any hesitation.

.

"Barton, this is the first time, you should know that this thing is useless to me!"

Hawkeye Barton took a sip of coffee and frowned: "Brock, what are you hiding?"

Brock Rumlow asked: "Agent Patton, as the commander of the bureau's field team, I was kidnapped here by you. I would like to ask you, what exactly do you want to do?"

Barton looked at the unyielding expression on Brock Rumlow's face, shook his head and said: "It's useless to be tough, Brock, you should know whose authorization I got you here!"

"You should understand Director Fury. Since you are on his suspect list, don't expect any luck!"

Hearing Barton mention Nick Fury, a trace of fear flashed deep in Brock Rumlow's eyes, but his face remained unchanged.

Soon the strength of the Veritaserum came on!

Brock Rumlow became dizzy——

An ordinary-looking white agent walked up to Brock Rumlow, leaned into his ear, and whispered in his ear in a hypnotic tone.

"Sir Bullock, it's me, do you remember me?"

"Who are you?" Brock Rumlow asked in a daze after drinking Veritaserum!

"I am your downline! Don't you remember, we were ordered to lurk in the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau! Think about it-"

The white agent is an agent developed by Nick Fury himself, a master of hypnosis that does not exist in the S.H.I.E.L.D. system.

Nick Fury is well versed in the ways of cunning rabbits, and he has dozens of safe houses around the world that do not exist in SHIELD records.

There are hundreds of intelligence officers who directly take orders from him, as well as peripheral agents.

These people are independent of SHIELD's system,

Even the funds for the activities were bypassed by S.H.I.E.L.D. and distributed from Nick Fury’s personal treasury.

After knowing that SHIELD was not safe inside, he urgently activated this group of people who were directly under him.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency" Brock Rumlow murmured in his mouth. As he read the name, a look of struggle appeared on his face.

"Sir, we recently have a list of our own people in the Bureau of Statistics and need your cooperation——"

………

"Jingle bell"

Hawkeye Barton took out his phone, looked at the interrogating agent, got up and walked to another room.

"Hey, Director! OK, I understand!"

Barton answered the phone, listened to Nick Fury's orders on the phone, and hung up the phone.

"Stop the interrogation temporarily and evacuate here urgently..."

Barton walked out of the room and gave an order.

The eight agents, including Brock Rumlow, quickly disappeared into the forest after leaving the safe house in the villa.

………

Fifteen minutes later, the Quinjet landed vertically on the tarmac of a safe house in the Rocky Mountains.

Phil Coulson stepped off the Quinjet and did not enter the villa immediately. Instead, he turned around and walked outside the villa and worked for a while under a few trees in front of the villa.

Then he returned to the villa, walked to the door of the villa, and looked at the villa room with the curtains drawn.

Phil Colson didn't hesitate, opened the door and walked in, then closed the door again.

Three minutes after Phil Coulson walked into the villa safe house,

High above the Rocky Mountains, two Quinjet fighters appeared in the sky and disappeared among the clouds.

"Sir, the target safe house has been locked! Do you want to break in by force?"

On a Quinjet, the pilot wearing a black and white eagle S.H.I.E.L.D. badge on his chest opened an encrypted communication channel.

At the headquarters of the World Security Council, Alexander Pierce stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding a mobile phone.

Looking at the figure reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, he hesitated.

Alexander Pierce isn't sure it's Brock Rumlow in the safe house!

But even if the chance was only one in ten thousand, he couldn't take the risk.

"Brock! Long live Hydra!"

Alexander Pierce read to the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Then he gave the order without hesitation.

"Destroy that safe house!"

Boom boom boom boom boom...

The pilots of the two Quinjet fighters pressed the fire strike button on the Quinjet fighters at the same time.

Rocket nests, dense rockets aimed directly at the villa safe house below to clear the ground with fire.

The entire villa was instantly engulfed in flames.

Two rounds of rockets washed the ground, and two Quinjet fighter jets launched two more missiles at the same time, completely razing the villa to the ground before slowly landing.

Two Quinjets were suspended at low altitude, the cabin door was opened, and two rappelling ropes were lowered.

Several heavily armed agents with S.H.I.E.L.D. badges on their chests quickly slid to the ground along the ropes.

After everyone was assembled, these armed special agents formed a group of three and cautiously formed a battle formation, searching for the ruins of the villa.

Behind them, among the branches and leaves of several big trees, and in the tree holes, several miniature cameras were rotating.

Photographing their faces and recording the appearance numbers of the two Quinjets.

…………

(Something is not right, I am going to fall out loud and cry to death)

(End of chapter)