Daytime.
Osborn Manor.
Several elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents carried a Silver Box inside, led by a bald man.
"Sitwell? Are you handling these matters now?" Big Harry was somewhat surprised when he saw the visitor. In his impression, affairs involving Hebron and the Data Dimension had always been managed down to the smallest detail by Nick Fury's trusted aides. For example, Agent Phil Coulson, who was either on his way to a business trip or already on one.
"Agent Coulson is on assignment in another world. Don't worry, he'll meet up with us in the Data Dimension." Agent Sitwell nodded.
Rumlow, the captain leading the team behind him, glanced over Reed and the other four standing beside Big Harry. Without a word, he led his people over and placed the Silver Box on the table. After exchanging looks with Sitwell, he followed Sitwell's signal, entered various authentication methods, and finally keyed in a long, unusual, and incredibly complicated password before opening the box. Inside were five silver Metal Cylinders shaped like pens.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had changed especially drastically over the years. Hydra's existence had become an open secret, and even the Captain knew about it. Yet everyone, including Nick, had tacitly accepted Hydra's existence because Hydra had changed its doctrine.
It was not that they had turned over a new leaf, but at least their new doctrine showed a strong willingness to cooperate.
Of course, changing their doctrine inevitably caused internal clashes first. There were simply too many fanatical Hydra members. This was especially true in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s branch. When Nick Fury discovered that nearly every member of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s combat forces was Hydra, and that major departments such as research and intelligence were also filled with Hydra agents, his expression darkened so severely it seemed water might drip from his face.
He had