An abandoned factory outside the capital of Sokovia.
Nick Fury glared at Raymond from across the Command Platform, his face dark with anger.
Raymond moved two chairs and gestured to Frank and Steve beside him.
When he saw that the others had no intention of sitting down, he carefully took out a handkerchief and wiped a stool, then tossed the handkerchief onto the Command Platform...
Facing the angry looks directed at him from all around, Raymond shrugged indifferently and said, "We've taken over this place!
If you don't want to cooperate, you can get out right now..."
Nick Fury glared at Raymond furiously and said, "We're cooperating right now. What's the meaning of this?"
Raymond waved dismissively and smiled. "Maybe it's to prevent the World Cup from being disrupted...
You're a wanted criminal with a false identity, yet you're holding software that can monitor the whole world.
And I don't think you're qualified to cooperate with me...
Hydra is finished, so your value is gone too.
For a long time to come, Earth won't need the presence of the King of Spies."
As he spoke, Raymond took out a cigar and lit it. "So you can get out!"
Nick Fury stared at Raymond with a strange expression for a long moment. Finally, gritting his teeth, he said to the technicians who were staring in shock, "Pack your things. We're leaving."
Raymond waved and smiled. "Hey, you can leave, but your things stay.
I mean everything you're carrying...
But I'm a reasonable man. I'll leave you one change of clothes and enough money for the bus."
As Raymond spoke, a technician seated in the corner quietly plugged a small storage device into the computer in front of him.
Before he could do anything, Frank drew his gun and shot him between