Nick Fury's injuries were neither too serious nor too minor.
His wrist had struck something during the car crash and was probably fractured.
The bruises on his face and body were nothing to a battle-hardened veteran like him.
It was just that after becoming director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had rarely gone through such intense confrontations.
"Hmph. Sending so many people to hunt down one man? You really think highly of me. Motherfucker..."
The black egghead who had escaped thanks to all kinds of high-tech equipment had not stopped cursing since the beginning.
Although he had claimed Captain America was the greatest soldier when Captain Rogers questioned him not long ago,
in Nick Fury's heart, there had always been only one more reliable choice.
That was the Crimson Silver Baron, Destiny.
Although the man was almost obsessively particular about payment,
there was no denying that after everything they had been through, Nick Fury highly acknowledged his ability to solve problems.
In his heart, Destiny had always been the best candidate for a core role in the Avengers Initiative.
Unfortunately, he did not seem interested in Fury's plan, which bore countless honors.
Even so, Nick Fury's evaluation of Destiny had always been absurdly high.
He even believed that this man would one day become someone capable of rewriting history at a critical moment.
In the sprawling sewer tunnels, Nick Fury's thoughts raced as he subconsciously dialed Su Ming's number.
After a fierce battle, Su Ming was still full of vigor.
There was no such thing as a refractory period for him.
Meanwhile, Alisha was practically limp with exhaustion...
When it came to this, Su Ming was not bragging.
In Captain America's words:
"I could do this all day!"
But some things also tested one's partner, just like now.
Su Ming looked