The Death Knell

Earth 40K, at this time.

In the office on the top floor of the Three-wing Building, Fury held a cigar and looked at the person on the other side of the desk. The air was filled with an inexplicable atmosphere:

"Duggan, don't ask why, just answer me whether the Howling Commandos can complete the mission."

Although he said serious words, he was an old comrade after all. Fury still rolled a high-end cigar from the table to the bearded man wearing a bowler hat.

The person who was called to the office was Dam Dugan, but the fat man with a big belly looked embarrassed at this time. He caught the cigar and sighed:

"Nick, do you really know what you're talking about?"

Fury stood up in the darkness and looked out at the night scene through the tempered glass. Washington DC did not have the illuminated skyscrapers of New York, but it had more green spaces and fountains.

Of course, at night, it only looks pitch black. Occasionally, when a plane flies over, you can see the shadows of lights passing over the lake below.

"I'm very conscious. I can't explain to you exactly why I ordered such a task. I just need you to execute the order."

"My team cannot accept such an order." Dugan dropped the folder in his hand on the desk, replied impatiently, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "You are completely talking crazy, you asked me to give How many doors are you looking for? Maybe a green door, a red door, a brown door. If there is no door, maybe a window will do? Are you sure you didn't eat the wrong thing?"

"No." Fury didn't even look back, but just put his hands behind his back: "You haven't read the information I gave you. They are not ordinary doors and windows. They contain energy and are doors and windows that can lead to parallel universes. Well, if it’s not the doors and windows, then maybe the sewer manhole cover.”

Remembering Deathstroke's half-smiling expression, Fury replenished the sewer.

Dugan then picked up the mission briefing and read it carefully. He suppressed his temper, but still shook his head after reading it: "I don't have enough manpower, although there are werewolves, vampires, and humanoids in the Howling Commandos." monster, but how many doors and windows are there on earth? How could I possibly give you each one to inspect?”

"The Druid Master of Karma Taj is now the occult consultant of SHIELD. I will temporarily loan him to you." Fury turned and walked back to the desk and sat down, shaking his cigar on the ashtray: "If he If you want to know, then you will definitely know. All you need to do is to take the information Deathstroke knows from the druid's mouth."

"That's Kama Taj's man, how do you want me to pay for it?" Dugan also sat down and crossed his short legs on the desk: "It's definitely not going to work hard, but I'm just a soldier, and I'm not the one to use clichés. Specialties."

"You figure it out on your own, I just want results, even if you drug him or sell your ass, it doesn't matter." Fury did not intend to continue this topic, and waved his hand for Dugan to execute the order: "Leave my office now , go get it done, Lieutenant."

Dugan raised his hand in speechless salute, but there were no good words in his mouth: "Yes, sir, and fuck you, I owed you in my previous life? Nick, good things never happen to my Howling Commandos, and you always have troubles." Find me."

Hearing his complaint, Lu Dan smiled instead: "Get out of here. You owed me several lives during World War II. Now you can repay your debt honestly."

Dugan held a cigar in his mouth and gave the director a middle finger, lowered his head and walked away, sighing as he walked.

When he was going out, he passed by a man. The blond man was wearing a brown leather jacket and had a friendly smile on his face:

"Good evening, Dugan, you look like you're in a bad mood? Let's have some drinks tonight? Natasha sent me a text message not long ago, saying that she found a new bar that was very interesting, called Big Bird."

"Good evening to you, Captain, but you don't have to drink. We all know that you are not drunk at all." Dugan smiled bitterly, and his lips squirmed a few times under his thick beard: "Fury gave it to me. It’s a confidential mission, I can’t explain it to you.”

"I understand, I won't ask, but have you received the invitation?"

Steve smiled, held the doorknob, and said something else.

"What invitation?" Dugan stopped. He took off the cigar from his mouth and held it in his hand: "Almost all the comrades we know are dead, right?"

"This." The captain took out a piece of cardboard with a lace bow from his jacket and waved it in his hand: "Deadpool's wedding invitation. I went fishing with Bucky in the afternoon. When I got home, I found the bathroom There’s an extra invitation in the toilet.”

"You just took the invitation from Deadpool in the toilet?" Dugan's expression became very admiring and he gave a thumbs up: "I have always admired you for this. You never seem to be afraid of getting sick."

The captain scratched his eyebrows speechlessly and placed the white invitation in front of the bearded man:

"Don't say that. Deadpool is indeed a bit dirty, smelly, and has lower moral values ​​and lower limits as a human being. But he is a cancer patient, and cancer is not contagious. In addition, his invitation was wrapped in plastic film earlier. Yes, my toilet is also very clean."

Damn Bomb exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head: "I'm a little unsure about that person, Steve, you know what I'm talking about."

The captain nodded and patted the sleeves of his jacket: "I'm not familiar with him, and I can't say whether he is a villain or not, but he sent an invitation, so I think I'll go out of politeness."

"No, I was just talking about the sewer connected to the toilet." Dugan turned and left without taking the piece of paper to observe: "I haven't bothered to go home yet, but if we receive the invitation, we will be there. We can take a taxi together sometimes.”

"It's settled." The captain smiled and walked into Fury's office in a good mood: "Nick, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Fury opened the drawer of his desk and took out an almost identical piece of cardboard: "This is what I came to tell you about. Just five minutes ago, there was an extra copy in the toilet in my office. Invitation, from Deadpool."

Captain America nodded and stood upright in front of the table: "You want me to find out why this invitation appears in everyone's toilet."

"This is the headquarters of SHIELD, and I am the director of SHIELD. Now there is someone who can enter and exit the bathroom of my private office at will. I don't want him to see me 'busy' next time he comes again. Do you understand? "

"I'm not sure if I can talk to him, but I will help you go to Spider-Man and ask. That kid is very close to Deadpool."

Steve put away his own invitation, pushed back Fury's, and turned around to leave:

"I think Deadpool doesn't have any ill intentions. He even sprayed the invitation with perfume."

"It doesn't matter, but I don't want to see him in my toilet. What is he? A Japanese ghost? Reaching out of the toilet to touch my black butt?"

Fury waved his hand to indicate that he had nothing to say. He turned his chair and continued to look at the scenery outside the window:

"I will go to the wedding, but Captain, we can't let Deadpool do whatever he wants anymore. Go talk to him. By the way, check out this bride named Xia Kela. She is not in the SHIELD database. She just appeared out of nowhere. Same."