Marvel Book of Magical Events

Nick Fury patted the lime-covered black leather jacket nonchalantly, and his black one-eyed eyes were shining like after taking hallucinogens. He strode out of the abandoned building and stood beside the empty trash can next to the building. Those addicts have nothing, let alone domestic garbage, and they try to exchange everything around them for drugs, even the urine of those addicts who live in the same building-people after drug addiction are like animals, Nick Fury has seen this scene more than once. In the neighborhood where he grew up, opium, morphine, heroin, LSD, cocaine, and Dama were curses hovering over everyone’s head, accompanied by anti-war culture, hippies, and household garbage.

That's why he's trying to get out of that neighborhood, and fight in Vietnam, and become a secret agent.

In a sense, he escaped the most common fate of black Americans — dying on the streets of drugs or being shot by the police.

"I dare say that what S.H.I.E.L.D. has done has made the world a better place. But we can't take care of everyone, and we can't completely eradicate drugs. That's not under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D.," he said loudly, "I'm standing in a place where neither satellites nor surveillance probes can find it. Aren't you willing to step out of the shadows and talk to me?"

"It's not that I can't do it, but I don't want to do it. I don't need to make excuses for myself anymore. Without drugs, the budget of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be cut. It's like the CIA's black budget, isn't it?" Salomon walked out of the shadows slowly, enduring the stench of excrement and vomit all over the floor. He carefully tiptoed past the reused syringes and dirt, and raised his eyebrows at Nick Fury standing under the moonlight, "The people in that building contributed their all to building your aircraft carrier. Shouldn't you thank them?"

"As I said, I used to be completely ignorant of Hydra."

"Okay, I'm not here to hear this." Salomon waved his hand impatiently. "I want to know where you hid the green-skinned aliens," he said. "As far as I know, the Skrulls haven't found a new home. So they must still be thriving on Earth... Where are the Skrulls, Nick Fury?"

"Do you refuse to believe in aliens at all?" Nick Fury stared at the mystic with one eye, "Even if they have good intentions. What about the Asgardians, why don't I see you raise your sword at Thor?"

"No way, legally we are a vassal state of Asgard. At least the fact that the earth does not have to pay taxes is something His Holiness won. And I have raised my sword, but you have not seen that in terms of safeguarding human sovereignty, Kama Taj's knees are harder than anyone else." Salomon said with a strong nasal voice, "This has nothing to do with whether the aliens are friendly or not. The product after the gene is stabilized—by the way, let me tell you a secret that the green amoeba will not tell you. According to the religious prophecies of the Skrulls, the earth is the land of revival of this race. So the Skrulls you see on the earth are all fanatics without exception. They worship Claiborne and other Skrull gods, but those gods have long been killed by the Asgardians."

Nick Fury stared at Salomon and stopped talking.

"So only idiots would believe the Skrulls. Whether those guavas are friendly or not, they are aliens who cannot live in peace with humans, or even with any race." Salomon said, "I know you can contact them. Tell me, where are they?"

"What kind of car did you drive here, or did you go through the portal?" Nick Fury changed the subject. Salomon embraced the transition, as it seemed to him that Nick Fury just couldn't put his face down and wanted to say something else first.

"I ride." He whistled, and a black Shire horse emerged from the shadowed corner of the street. The horse stood two meters tall at the withers, the only horse that could match his height. "This is Dickens, the first horse on the farm, and also my most common horse," he said. "I can't just ride Pegasus, can I?"

"Salomon..." Nick Fury sighed, "I need them, and I don't trust the Skrulls completely."

"I know, but what's the use of it. Your subjective initiative has no effect on the Skrulls." Salomon pulled the rein and jumped on the horse. The tall steed snorted, obviously, it didn't like the environment here either. "You will gather them, won't you?" he said, "That's your only hole card now... Probably, but they are the only ones who can work for you now. Since you don't want to tell me, then I'll wait for you to gather them. Skrulls who have separated from other species of society are not threatening."

"I can get them out of Earth. The World Security Council doesn't know where all the S.H.I.E.L.D. bases are. I can give them to you. I know you won't use those bases, but those bases have files left over from S.H.I.E.L.D. I think you need that. In exchange, let me take the Skrulls."

"Very well, you delayed your death." Salomon gently pulled the rein to the right. Dickens circled slowly and strode through the portal. The horse had been bullied out of temper by Pegasus - who was taller and stronger and worse-tempered. "As soon as possible, my patience is not very good."

After the swirling sparks lighting up the dark street died down, Nick Fury took out his cell phone and made a call.

"It doesn't matter, Agent Romanov." Compared with the darkness of the night, his face was more gloomy, "This matter is settled. In the future, the Shilt will issue an order to you, and she will take on the responsibility of the commander. I will disappear for a while, and I will go to a place where even Salomon can't find it. No, don't worry, even if the attack on Hydra is exposed, it will not be a big problem. Pay more attention to the Coulson team... Salomon cares too much about him. This is very abnormal. I don't believe he will do useless work."

Natasha Romanov hung up the phone and looked up at Salomon who was sitting behind the desk. The black steed takes up a quarter of the office, and it wants a taste of parchment.

"Nick Fury is leaving Earth," she said.

"I know." The mystic blinked playfully, and there was a little smile on that sculptural perfect face, "I also know where he will go. Nick Fury always thought that I didn't know what he was doing, but I knew everything. Although I can only see some fragments of the prophecy, what I did just now was to analyze the necessary factors for the prophecy to come true through some information, and then advance the prophecy at key points."

"Will you really let those aliens go? Or, Nick Fury?"

"Fury is useful," Salomon said with a smile, "and he's going to do what I want him to do. I won again, and he knows it."

"Where did your maid go?" Natasha was startled.

The artificial man who was inseparable from Salomon suddenly disappeared, which made her feel ominous.

"She went to take care of something and I think she'll be back in two hours."

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