Those Years when Marvel was a Superhero

"What do you mean?" Nick heard Frank's question, and only one eye left staring at Frank meaningfully. ? fun? Text? The novel www.ls520.

"Do you still trust so wholeheartedly to the government and your superiors, that is, those who are in control." Frank said flatly in his eyes.

"Are you doubting the government? This is not a good soldier's idea." Although Nick said that, he focused his eyes on the wine in his glass.

Watching the liquid in the glass unceasingly blew out new ripples with its slight shaking.

"You know what kind of embarrassment I faced in Vietnam at the time." Frank's eyes revealed a memory.

"Everyone is starting to evacuate that **** place, and no one wants to spend another day in that sultry rainforest."

"Our troops are scheduled to evacuate at the end, and our chief is a scumbag." Frank's words were calm, and there was not much tone fluctuation.

"My platoon was placed in the last evacuation position, but the evacuated helicopter was twelve hours later than the scheduled time."

"We were abandoned in the camp. When the time passed, everyone began to feel scared." Frank took a soft sip of mint sugar cane wine.

"Nick, you were so lucky that you were transferred to another company without staying with us at the last minute." Frank smiled lightly, wondering what the true meaning of this smile was.

Is he envious of Nick's luck, or is there a kind of sarcasm, or occasionally.

"In the last eight hours before the evacuation, some people in our platoon started to collapse. Everyone thinks that the above has abandoned us, and I have been inspiring them."

"Various reasons, such as the weather reasons commonly used in flights. Ha!" Frank smiled bitterly.

"In the last seven hours before the evacuation, there were two companies, and about three hundred Vietnamese soldiers began to attack us."

"They seem to know that a US company that had been stationed here has been evacuated cleanly, leaving only a dozen or so people who are still insignificant still standing inside."

Nick could not help frowning when he heard this. "Why have you never told me this before?"

"Don't worry about Nick, let me finish." Frank waved his hand and begged Nick Fury not to interrupt his story.

"A full of 300 Vietnamese soldiers attacked, and we **** only had one platoon, fifteen soldiers, and there were 14 scared urine pants inside."

"The only good news is that the timid company commander left a lot of weapons and ammunition in the camp to speed up when he withdrew."

Frank had stopped drinking, he took out a cigar and handed it to Nick Fury, and he also brought one to himself.

"There is a soldier who suffers from severe war phobia. He is a college student in the Ivy League. His job should have been to be a good manager in a tall building in Manhattan, New York."

"But out of enthusiasm for the motherland, he decided to go to work after two years of military service after graduating from college."

The lit cigar diffuses thick smoke, with a spice-burning smell, people who are not used to it will find it very unacceptable.

But the people who like it are just as happy.

In the smoke, Frank's story continues. Nick Fury looked at Frank through the smoke and felt an unreal feeling.

It seems that at a certain moment, this old friend is already dead, and this one in front of himself is just his soul.

"This college student soldier is dead, it's ugly to die, neither heroic nor glorious at all. Unlike what he imagined he would be a hero on the battlefield."

"He was killed by the enemy without any counterattack in fear. I still remember his death method, and the bullet shot from here." Frank pointed his finger at his cheek.

"Then he put it on the back of his head and cut off half of his skull. I still remember the temperature when his blood and brain splatters splashed on my face."

The cigar star fire was looming in the smoke.

"Everyone is dead, porcupines, college students, and others, they are all dead." Frank was not as calm as he was talking about his true encounter.

On the contrary, it is more like telling the story of others, and it is boring to tell the story that should be thrilling.

"In the end, only I survived. When the helicopter arrived, they only saw me with 27 bullets and more than 300 bodies."

"I know, I can't always be so lucky. The miracle of killing hundreds of Vietnamese soldiers alone and having 27 bullets in the body before they die will not happen to me every day.

"And we are ridiculously willing to be ridiculous, do you want to know?" Frank's smile had a terrible feeling.

"Because of that timid company commander, we deliberately forgot us in order to be able to board the returning ship early. And everyone chose to turn a blind eye."

Nick Fury shook his head, not knowing whether it was disbelief or unacceptable.

"It wasn't until the Vietnamese attacked us, the huge gunshots and the fighting broke the peace, that the superior sent someone to investigate all this, and I also recovered my life."

"When I stepped on the steamer back home, I found the company commander. On the Pacific Ocean, I used an empty space at night, stunned him and pushed it into the sea, and pretended that he fell into the water.

"No one knows what happened during the quiet night, but from that moment on I knew that Frank Custer, the sergeant, was dead."

"Answer the questions you asked me before, why don't I tell you these." Frank's cigars have smoked a lot.

The whole room was a little filled with cigar smoke.

"Because pulling another person into **** does not give any relief to those who have already gone to hell, but there is an extra evil in the **** that robs him."

Frank's words were said with a smile, but the smile was indescribably obscure.

"So are you going to arrest me now, Director of SHIELD?"

"No, SHIELD doesn't care about criminal cases." Nick Fury said blankly.

"Then I should thank you," Frank said. "My trust in government and power has collapsed at that moment."

"So you chose to leave the front line and become an instructor?" Nick now understood a little bit, why Frank chose to retreat quickly when he was about to be promoted.

Although later became a special warfare instructor for the Marine Corps, but if Frank still insisted on fighting in the front line combat troops.

Then the position he can get will be much higher than being an instructor, and even becoming a Brigadier General Nick is no exception.

"The reason why I am the instructor is that I still maintain my love for this country, and I love this country. Until my family is killed and no justice is found after resorting to the law, Frank? Sister really died. "

Frank's words became very somber at this moment. "The person standing in front of you is the punisher, he lives to punish the sins of the world."

"So I expect your help, you and your two apprentices." Nick Fury mentioned the topic again. "We have a lot of sins to fight, and many dangers to deal with."

"For those problems that ordinary policemen and soldiers cannot handle, we need special treatment."

Frank shook his head and said. "You haven't understood Nick yet. I ask you again, do you think everything is still under your control?"

Before the Washington meeting, Nick Fury would probably confidently say that everything is under control.

But after the Washington meeting, Nick understood that his control of SHIELD was far less firm than he had imagined.

Countless dark surges are hiding under this huge institution. The intricacies inside are enough to make any good secret service chief trouble.

"So what do you have in mind?" Nick Fury asked with some doubt.

"I believe you, Nick." Frank pressed the cigar that was about to finish on the high-end red shirt wooden furniture. "But I don't believe in the government."

"And you can't even guarantee that SHIELD is completely in your hands."

"So you mean rejection?" Nick said uncomfortably.

"It's not as simple as refusing." Frank shook his head. "There is a point in business investment that makes sense, not to put eggs in a basket."

Nick laughed a little gazed. "Business? Why don't I know when you still have a business mind?"

"It's not important, Nick Fury." Frank shook his head and said it was not the point. "The key is to understand that we need to have a back plan, whether it is you or me."

"Backup?" Nick Fury was a little interested.

"What kind of team do you want to form? The Avengers or what?" Frank asked.

"It's the Avengers." Nick corrected Frank's words.

"Okay, Avengers." Frank waved his hand carelessly. "So what do you think of a secret Avengers?"

"Not controlled by the government ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ And you may not be able to really control this team, but believe that my team will be more efficient than under the supervision of SHIELD."

〃Because the people in this team have more conviction, as long as they are guided correctly, they will burst out with amazing potential 〃

〃Do you let me give up trusting the government and choose a mixed army? 〃

"Because they are more enthusiastic, and they will fight for justice more, what do you think of as a backup plan?" Frank finally finished looking at Nick Fury's eyes.

Nick smiled and his lips began to rise. Maybe Frank is right, eggs cannot be put in a basket, and the back plan is important at all times.

A war veteran should plan for the worst, even if the consequence is what he least wants to happen, but he still has to face it.

Secret Avengers? It may not be a good choice, but it is also a good idea.

(Two changes, the night is gone, no waiting.) (To be continued.)