Nick's Methods

Bang

Alexander Pierce popped open a bottle of Dom Pérignon P3 Rosé Champagne with a cheerful "Oooh~~." Without noticing the expressions on Nick Fury and Tony Stark's faces, he was in an excellent mood. He took out three stemmed glasses from the bar and filled them one by one with the clear, sparkling Dom Pérignon P3 Rosé Champagne, its rich aroma faintly wafting from the glasses.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, Alexander Pierce handed one of the aromatic champagne glasses to Nick Fury. Seeing Nick Fury's expression, puzzlement flashed in his eyes.

The Helicarrier had taken off safely. That was worth celebrating, buddy. You were smiling just now—why did your face turn darker than charcoal the moment you sat down?

Buddy, smile.

Hydra's plan was perfect.

"Put it on the table." Nick Fury spoke flatly, expressionless. They looked just like a couple who had grown sick of each other, speaking without the slightest emotion.

After speaking calmly, Nick Fury casually turned on the large screen embedded in the wall.

The moment the screen lit up, it showed agents constantly moving about and talking. The Helicarrier's cafeteria was bustling, and the many agents were in high spirits. Everyone was clearly in a good mood.

An exact number was displayed in the lower-right corner of the screen, steadily decreasing as people finished eating.

The smile at the corner of Alexander Pierce's mouth froze, then faded. A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.

Nick Fury's utterly blank attitude, his opening the surveillance feed to watch the cafeteria and the agents eating, and the gradually decreasing number in the lower-right corner of the screen all made Alexander Pierce feel that something was off.

For the moment, he could not figure out what it was. He only vaguely sensed that