This was not a fair contest.
If anyone had once guessed where Nick Fury might be, they certainly would not have limited their guesses to Earth. Especially for those who knew him, such speculation would not have been far-fetched. But now, Nick Fury's range of activity was firmly confined to Earth. He had lost most of the resources he could draw upon, leaving only deeply concealed safe houses and personal connections. Even though he was known as the King of Agents, in this information age, even the King of Agents could be easily tracked down.
He had to eat and sleep. He had to interact with people, and people were the sum of their social relationships. He was bound to leave traces in society, whether through credit cards, surveillance cameras, hotels, or photographs shared on social media. Nick Fury could not be certain he would never be photographed. After all, any device in anyone's hands could casually record daily life. No one knew whether they might end up in someone else's shot.
The Emperor had deliberately let him go. Nick Fury understood very well what the Emperor intended.
Assyrian-era stone tablets contained descriptions of humanity training falcons. This skill, practiced in Mesopotamia two thousand years before Christ, was also widespread among the nomadic peoples of Central Asia and the Far East, eventually developing into a stable hunting method that continued to this day. In ancient times, before firearms, telescopes, and similar tools existed, humanity's ancestors turned their eyes to animals. A tamed bird of prey was therefore an important aid in hunting. Yet birds of prey were difficult to tame. To make them obey commands, strip away their wildness, and train them, they had to be conditioned through artificial means. Since the hunting efficiency brought by raptors far exceeded that