"I can leave you two corpses. I can leave you two corpses." General Ross panted heavily, repeating those words over and over. He was so angry he nearly laughed. Had Nick Fury had a lobotomy and his brain shriveled up? Did he even know who held the initiative now? Who was begging whom?
"Are you fucking messing with me? Do you fucking know that if I don't agree, you won't be taking another corpse from me?" Ross was beside himself with rage, cursing repeatedly.
"Is that so? I can tell you exactly which base those corpses are in, which building, which room, how many people are guarding them, and how." Compared with Ross's fury, Nick Fury seemed much more composed.
Hearing that, Ross could not help feeling uneasy. He could not tell whether the other man truly knew or was bluffing, nor what he was trying to do. "What do you mean?"
"Heh heh heh." Nick Fury sneered before continuing, "To be honest, General, in some ways, we are the same kind of people. When it comes to things we cannot have, we usually have only one attitude."
If he could not have it, then he would destroy it so no one else could have it. Of course Ross understood the attitude Nick Fury meant, because that was exactly how he—and even the entire US government—operated. He asked uneasily, "Can you do it?"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is everywhere," Nick Fury said cryptically.
If they were everywhere, what could they not do? But Ross would not yield so easily. "Nick Fury, do you know what you're saying? You're threatening a United States general!"
"Oh, and?" Nick Fury did not care about Ross's warning in the slightest. "Want to file a complaint with the Department of Defense or the World Security Council? You and