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"loyalty!"

"Unity! Knot!"

On the large playground of the Atlas home base, a row of big men in protective gear were doing slashing exercises with their strange one-handed swords raised under the gaze of the instructor in front.

"Haven't you eaten, be louder! If"

"loyalty!"

"Unity! Knot!"

The elite non-commissioned officers who were trained like grandsons shouted loudly in the sun, while the one-handed swords in their hands were also doing slashing and slashing. It seemed simple, but it was actually very simple. Actions.

These non-commissioned officers and even ordinary soldiers are the lucky ones who are fortunate enough to get the elite energy sword. Fisher did not plan to let them train at the beginning. In his opinion, a professional soldier should be able to handle his own equipment, but it is a pity that he underestimated man's mortality.

Perhaps because it was the first time they came into contact with something similar to the lightsaber in Star Wars, these sword-holders completely forgot the word caution, and almost flew to Fisher with a sword. A greasy middle-aged man like Sai Ke has evolved to the point where he has to show off an energy sword before cutting a watermelon for his little sister. As a result, he almost cut his own balls.

There were also two guys who felt that the white light of the energy sword was not domineering enough, and they also wanted to do some mechanical transformation, so they thought of changing the color of the energy sword, and then there was no more. The other is still alive, and the income is very nourishing, the kind that someone feeds every meal in the rest of his life.

According to Fisher's words, it means that he spends a lot of money every year to raise hundreds of thousands of combat troops for the sake of a bigger vision, not to let these fools play themselves dead and maim to get that little injury. Survival allowance.

So now they have a special heartfelt training, because of the special grip of the energy sword, Fisher directly found more than a dozen swordsmanship masters, and then compiled a set of swordsmanship suitable for the energy sword. Now these unlucky Egg was frantically becoming the first wave of apprentices in this swordsmanship, and Fisher also prepared a diploma for them.

"They are really energetic!"

Looking at the noise on the playground, Nick Fury, who had put on a black trench coat, suddenly sighed with envy.

"Sir!"

The agents who followed Nick Fury didn't know what to say. The old and straight king of agents who used to talk to Fake with his mother had collapsed in an instant since the SHIELD building was stationed by the joint agents. .

The eyes of the other party are still sharp, the finger that pulls the trigger is still sensitive, and the ears can still hear very subtle movements, but the agents who are familiar with Braised Eggs know how much the other party has changed. Be cautious. Whenever the agent reports information to him, the other party's eyes are like looking at the prisoner, which makes people shudder.

"Let's go, today we don't expect everyone to drop a few pieces of meat, I don't think Fisher will agree to our request!"

Nick Fury's footsteps were very slow. After coming out of the airport, he had been watching endlessly, the towering commercial buildings in downtown New Baghdad, the tall neon billboards, the tidy streets, and the unfeeling A trace of dry air, Nick Fury had to admit that during the years he was squatting in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, although S.H.I.E.L.D. has developed and progressed, his perception of the outside world has declined a lot, and it is not that he is deaf and blind. , but S.H.I.E.L.D.'s collection of various information, which is to be handed over to him, but it seems that the agents under his command have ignored a lot of things.

"Please sit down, everyone!"

Looking at Nick Fury, who was even more haggard than the last time we met, Fisher had to feel that the hospital bed was also a battlefield. Judging from the appearance of the other party, he should have lost more than 20 pounds.

"What do you want to drink, tea or wine?"

"Coffee, thank you!" Nick Fury sat down on the sofa in the living room and shook his hand at Fisher like the owner of his home.

"Okay, c8, give me four Cokes, I want them to be chilled!" Fisher took the intercom on the side and ordered to the service robot on the floor.

"Sorry, I only have Coke!"

"Hum..." Nick Fury looked at the other party with a smirk, and couldn't help coughing, "You're still as...breezy... funny!"

"No way, I'm born, the ladies all say I'm a humorous male god!"

For a while, Nick Fury, who didn't know what to say, could only drink the Coke sent by the robot angrily, then threw the empty can into the trash can and said to the robot.

"Please give me another ten cans! Better to have some more snacks, I want Black Forest Tiramisu! By the way, what do you want to eat, don't be polite, order whatever you want, Atlas is a big business, and the family has a big business. , you can't compare with us, you're welcome!" He said the last few words to his subordinates.

And a group of former agents looked at their boss like a big eater, and then looked at Fisher's indifferent expression, and they could only ask for some desserts.

"OK, just a second!"

Soon a bunch of food and drink were brought over, and the braised egg was rude, swept away the food, and then wiped his mouth rudely, "One more!"

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since you guys have eaten. It's not like that. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been disbanded. Your small vault should still be there!" Incredible.

"I left it to Coulson, his team needs these funds more than me now!" After eating and drinking, Nick Fury comfortably took a cup of freshly brewed tea and sipped it leisurely. .

"You are, and you want to completely cut off contact with the other party?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is no longer suitable for the current situation, and I'm a dead person now, so it's better to have less contact!"

"Then you are going to open a new market!"

"Yes, so I'm here to find you!" Nick Fury nodded, he has no money and no one now, but there is a lot of information about the remnants of Hydra, but he can't give it to others, so he still He had to do it himself. Now all of his safe houses and small bases are basically disconnected, and all he can count on is Fisher, who made a fortune in silence.

"Actually, why don't you come to work for Atlas! We still lack talents like you!" Fisher admired Nick Fury's style of killing his enemies.

"No, I have to deal with this myself. As for the rest, I'll talk about it when everything is settled!" Nick Fury sat up straight and looked at Fisher who was sitting opposite him.

"We need manpower and equipment, as well as start-up funds, you can make an offer!"