Natasha and Rogers stood outside the operating room, watching through the observation window as Nick underwent open-chest surgery from start to finish.
In the end, after the doctors' final efforts to save him, they certified him dead.
Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., had fallen!!
Natasha quietly stared at Fury, her eyes filled with suppressed emotion. "What did the killer look like?"
"Fast movements, immense strength, and a Metal Arm."
"What about the ballistic analysis?" Natasha asked, her eyes bloodshot.
"Three bullets. No rifling. Completely unidentifiable." Hill, standing to the side, let out a soft breath and spoke.
Seeing that Fury's death had been confirmed, Rogers turned and left.
The remaining Hill and Natasha simply stood there, their eyelashes flickering nonstop as tears glimmered in their eyes.
Hill knew about Fury's plan. After standing there for a moment, she also turned and left.
Only Natasha remained standing before the glass, watching the doctors deal with Nick Fury's "corpse." Tears streamed from her eyes, filled with boundless sorrow.
Rogers walked to the side and glanced at the usb drive in his hand, wondering what to do.
The sky had already begun to brighten.
Fury's "corpse" was dealt with and wheeled out.
Natasha continued standing to the side, watching Nick Fury, who no longer had any breath, silently without saying a word.
Hill walked over and looked at the two people in the room. "I have to take him."
Fury's body had already undergone several examinations, and his death had been confirmed. He simply had not completely died yet, though there was little difference.
Since S.H.I.E.L.D. had confirmed his death, Fury had achieved his objective. Hill was preparing to take Fury away immediately and hurry to revive him.
Rogers, who had been standing some distance away, also stepped forward and gently