The Death Knell

"I thought you were suffering from the same disease as me." Fury knocked on his blindfold and pointed at Deathstroke's two intact eyes: "Is this your true face?"

He didn't ask about Carol's situation. Even though she was holding a cat and looking at him warily, Fury didn't look at her much.

This woman was wearing a couple's outfit with the same color scheme as Deathstroke's uniform, and Deathstroke showed his face in front of her. Their relationship must be extraordinary and requires long-term consideration.

The top priority is to figure out why Deathstroke is here and what is going to happen in the United States.

If it was a serious and malignant incident, then he might be able to take advantage of the opportunity to make some moves, get rid of the new director, and become the master himself.

"Guess." Deathstroke smiled, took out the cigarette case and handed one to Fury: "It's you, why did you come all the way to find me?"

"I just heard that Deathstroke appeared, and I happened to be looking for you." Fury did not continue to dwell on this issue, but according to his inference, the possibility of this face being Deathstroke's true face was more than 60%. He just went back to investigate. "I want you to do me a favor..."

"Oh? Are you going to kill your new director of SHIELD? What's his name? Kunbu?" Su Ming rubbed his head, looking like he was remembering.

Fury had no reaction to Deathstroke's cold joke. He shook his head: "Our new director is not Japanese, and his name is not Kumbu. His name is Kohler, and I have no reason or position to kill my own director."

The implication is that he wanted to kill, but there was no reasonable excuse.

But Su Ming pretended not to understand: "Oh, what else is there?"

He deliberately changed the appearance of others just to impress Fury. With the advent of the high-tech era, giving others a false target to investigate can also be used to judge their intelligence level.

At the same time, it can also make Carol trust herself more. After all, 'Want to know my secret identity? ’ This is also a way for masked people to express trust.

Fury took a sip of coffee. Deathstroke pretended not to understand the implication, but he expected it. He didn't intend to discuss the method of killing the new director on this occasion.

"I want to ask you to help me find Valentina. In fact, I wanted you to do this many years ago, but you disappeared."

"I have my own things to do. I have to enjoy life after making money, right?" Su Ming patted him on the shoulder, but Fury remained motionless: "Besides, why are you looking for her? Why don't you marry a young and beautiful woman? I once heard that Some people say that when a person reaches middle age, the happy event is to get promoted and make a fortune and kill his wife. Do you want me to kill her?"

Facing the disgusted looks from Carol and Colson, Fury shook his head: "No, I want her back."

"Even if she is Hydra?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I can keep her at home and prevent her from contact with the outside world. Then she will only have the identity of my wife."

Fury spoke dark words, which may seem affectionate to him, but Carol's eyes on the other side were even more disgusting. She seemed to have seen a man taking his divorced wife home, locking her in the basement and raising her. Scenes.

Too dark.

Su Ming touched the double chin created by the strangulation, and turned the corners of his mouth downwards, putting on Batman's most classic expression of doubt.

"What's so good about her that even a king of secret agents like you can never forget her?"

Fury drank the coffee and glanced at the smiling Coulson next to him. The hairless young man was very calm now, pretending not to hear and walked away with his coffee.

Seeing his wink, Lu Dan nodded with satisfaction and lowered his voice: "Because Valentina is the only woman in the world who has successfully lied to me for twenty years, I must let her come back to me."

Su Ming nodded noncommittally: "She is just an ordinary person. There is no need for me to deal with her. I can tell you her current position, but what will you exchange for it?"

"How about exchanging SHIELD's protection for her?" Fury tilted his head and looked past Su Ming at Carol: "Is this your woman? I just checked her."

Lu Dan took out a large BP machine full of high-tech style from his leather jacket. It not only had a camera but also an LCD screen. It was considered a good thing in the 1990s.

He took pictures of Carol and Deathstroke's faces before entering the door and sent them to the S.H.I.E.L.D. database for query. Carol had a stack of background information, but Deathstroke still couldn't find this person.

The black man generously placed the machine on the countertop for both of them to take a look at.

"I'm not..." Carol retorted weakly, but seeing Deathstroke's handsome face, she wasn't so firm.

Maybe being handsome is indeed a superpower.

"I know you, Major Danvers." Fury didn't believe her words at all, because according to intelligence, the time period when she disappeared highly coincided with the time period when Deathstroke disappeared: "You are a member of the Pegasus Project, and the Pegasus Project once belonged to SHIELD, I am Nick Fury, SHIELD's current field and security director, and I have all your information."

"But I really am not."

Carol sighed, but Fury's eyes looked at the black and yellow uniforms of the two people, indicating that he didn't believe it at all.

"I understand, people in our industry are always very strict with their mouths." Fury no longer looked at her, but turned his gaze back to Deathstroke: "Is it a deal?"

Fury was actually ecstatic at this moment, he finally found Deathstroke's weakness! This woman! Yes, that's her!

This girl looks stupid at first glance. I have a thousand ways to brainwash her into siding with SHIELD. When the time comes...

Clinker Deathstroke looked at him like an idiot: "Fury, how many years have we known each other?"

"The first time we met was probably in 1942."

Luodan remembers clearly that he was knocked down by Deathstroke at that time. It was also at that time that he realized that superhuman beings really existed in this world.

A look of nostalgia also appeared on Deathstroke's face, and his handsome appearance gave this melancholy look a noble aura.

"Yes, it was 1942. How old do you think I am? Will my woman be a twenty-year-old girl?"

As soon as these words came out, Fury's one eye widened, and his head slowly turned towards the street outside.

As the owner of this shop, Mrs. Li's fat body with overnutrition and her old face like a dried orange caught Fury's eyes.

Seeing the braised egg looking at her, the old lady showed her middle finger unceremoniously. The hairless agent just kicked her out of her shop with the waiters and chefs, and locked the door.

Through the glass of the restaurant, she slowly mouthed towards Fury, clearly referring to the fragrant word "Fake Squid".

The King of Agents took a breath of air. He understood a lot in an instant, and looked at Deathstroke with respect in his eyes.

That Ms. Li may have been beautiful when she was young, but now, she is just like a moving tea bag, the kind that swells overnight after soaking.

"You are so cruel."

Fury sighed, he had never won against Deathstroke.

As a professional agent, he could see that this old woman was suffering from age-related diseases and would not live long, so she could not be used as a hostage.

As for Carol, she was probably a pet picked up by this perverted couple and was worthless.

"???" Su Ming picked up Fury's large BP machine and played with it. She didn't understand why Fury suddenly praised herself, but it didn't matter: "I thought you were used to it, so be it, Valentina's News and a plan to completely restrain her, a million dollars?”

Fury didn't hesitate. The cost of hunting down Hydra? Just follow the public account and that's it.

"Deal, I'll give you one million, but you have to issue me an invoice for three million." Fury whispered, took the BP machine back from Deathstroke's hand, and began to operate it.

Su Ming showed a half-smiling expression and pointed at Fury: "Oh, it's better for you officials to make money faster."

Fury just raised his head and forced a fake smile. The three million funds he applied for had been approved. He first transferred the money to a series of his secret accounts to launder it. Then he took out the checkbook and signed a check for one million.

Deathstroke took out his business card and engraved the receipt with God Killer on the back. As for how Fury could make people believe that the money was given to Deathstroke when he went back, that was not his problem.

Then Deathstroke leaned close to Fury's ear and muttered a lot of words, and Luo Dan nodded repeatedly.

"It turns out she was hiding there..."

"Be careful, Madripoor Port is the territory of Hydra."

"I understand. By the way, the phone number on your business card can't be reached at all." Fury took the business card and looked at the black and yellow round death knell portrait on the front: "I asked for your business card from Howard, but... I can’t contact you at all.”

"The business card I gave him was from 1942. It was eliminated long ago. This one is new." Su Ming stood up, patted the armor on his body, handed the check and the Weishan Emperor's contract to Carol, and put on the mask again. Rising: "The person I'm waiting for is here. Let's take a step forward. By the way, I'd like to remind you. Don't you think Colson is a quiet and handsome man today?"

After saying that, Su Ming pulled the confused Carol away. The lock on the door was broken by his lightning-fast knife, and the two of them flew directly into the night.

There was already a bright color on the horizon, and dawn had arrived, but the death knell disappeared too quickly, and the light could not catch up with him.

Fury put away his business card, sat in a chair and drank his coffee, thinking quietly about Deathstroke's words, looking like he was in a daze.

Colson came over with coffee, still smiling: "Sir, do we want to follow?"

"Let's go back to the Quinjet first." Fury stood up and asked Coulson to go ahead. He pretended to pay for it and suddenly asked: "Did you lose your card?"

"Isn't the card Deathstroke gave you in your pocket?" Coulson replied with a smile.

Fury also laughed. He patted his head, picked up the large BP machine on the table, and quickly pressed a hidden button: "Yes, look at my memory. Let's go, let's get on the plane and talk about it."