Even the slowest-witted Nick Fury could sense that something was wrong.
He had used his own authority to lock himself out.
Was this some kind of joke?
Nick Fury still remembered where he had practiced shooting twenty years ago, how many points he had scored, and what his ranking had been.
Yet he had no recollection whatsoever of sealing away the Lemurian Star. If his memories had not been rewritten, then there was only one possibility: someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. possessed authority higher than his.
But that was impossible. He was already the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Even the previous director could not directly bypass his authority.
The only person under suspicion was the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a member of the World Security Council, one of only two Level Ten agents, and the only person on the same level as Nick Fury—Alexander Pierce.
But if he could do something like this, then the matter was definitely not so simple.
Looking at the tiny usb drive in his hand, Nick Fury finally realized how serious this was. All the worries he had previously kept buried surged to the surface.
Nick Fury closed his one eye and let out a soft breath. When he opened it again, his gaze was clear.
He, Alexander Pierce, and Phil Coulson had been comrades for decades. Their bond was stronger than that between brothers.
They had endured countless hardships and experiences that could never be explained to outsiders. The trust between them had formed an unbreakable Chain Lock, not something that could be shaken by a sliver of suspicion.
Although Nick Fury had always believed that he would never be influenced by personal feelings and would make only the most rational judgments,
at this point, he still could not break free of the unquestioning trust in his