Hydra

Hydra

Alexander Pierce stood in the center of the digital Conference Room on the top floor of the Triskelion.

"I'll handle S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs. What you need to do now is support me, not stand here and criticize me..."

As he spoke, Alexander Pierce waved and switched off the several laser projectors in front of him.

The figures in the seats of the World Security Council members flickered once before disappearing, leaving only a chair behind in the Conference Room.

Looking at the several empty chairs, Alexander Pierce hunched slightly, pressed his lips together, and slowly paced to a table. Facing a black-clad burly man standing to one side, he said, "Why didn't Nick Fury die?

Why were our people killed by the New York police?

When did those police become capable of fighting well-trained soldiers?

Royce, you've once again proven to me that without Brock Rumlow, you're useless!"

The black-clad burly man lowered his head and did not dare answer. He did not even dare meet the eyes of the old man before him, who looked as though he might collapse at the slightest touch...

Alexander Pierce clasped his hands behind his back and tried to straighten himself. In a deep voice, he said, "Go keep an eye on Hell's Kitchen, but don't act rashly. We can't afford to make a mistake ourselves at this time."

The black-clad man Royce said, somewhat puzzled, "Nick Fury is with that Steve Rogers. They'll definitely cause us trouble. If they attack us first...

Boss, I suggest we use drones to attack them directly. Our people have already found their location..."

Alexander Pierce shook his head with amusement. "That's Hell's Kitchen. We can't afford the consequences of bombing it.

Go hurry along the Helicarriers' progress. I want them capable of taking off within a