The violent energy explosion not only blew over the assassination squad Alexander Pierce had sent, but also flipped the two bulletproof cars S.H.I.E.L.D. had specially made for their director.
Nick Fury felt as though his whole body had spun seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air before gravity ruthlessly dragged him down and slammed him into the ground.
Bang!
The black car landed directly on its roof, pinning him inside the driver's compartment.
Thankfully, the entire vehicle had been built from high-strength carbon fiber, giving it unimaginable hardness and toughness. Had it been an ordinary car, the roof would probably have been crushed flat by such a violent impact.
Once the intense dizziness in his head faded, Director Egghead immediately kicked the door open with a bang, crawled out as fast as he could, raised two submachine guns, and unleashed a barrage at the Hydra agents lying on the ground who were not yet dead.
The two unlucky bastards were turned into sieves by six hundred rounds per minute before they could even raise their guns.
Clearly, his title as the king of agents was not undeserved.
Perhaps his close-quarters combat skills could not compare with Black Widow's or Hawk Eyes's, but when it came to firearms and weaponry, he far surpassed ordinary S.H.I.E.L.D. field agents.
Combined with a few magic items and high-tech equipment, killing him was no easy task.
"Pah!"
Nick Fury spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and quickly crossed the street, running toward an alley too narrow for ordinary vehicles to pass through.
He understood that if the enemy wanted him dead, there would certainly be more than just these few people. More armed personnel were surely on the way.
If he wanted to evade pursuit, the best option was to find somewhere to