Night had fallen.
An unexpected guest arrived at Su Ming's base—S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.
A few minutes earlier.
Su Ming had received a call from Nick Fury and was rather surprised.
Thinking there might be a new commission, he answered it.
Yet Nick Fury's voice on the other end carried a note of exhaustion.
Pretending to be relaxed, he even brought up Ms. Pepper's previous commission.
Hearing that, Su Ming slapped his thigh.
"I knew I'd forgotten something. Tony's twenty-odd suits of armor are still sitting in the warehouse..."
Director Fury did not mention what had happened to him over the phone, but Su Ming caught the faint urgency in his voice.
"Director, I'm afraid you've run into some trouble..."
"Uh... it's not a big problem. My car was destroyed, that's all. I'll have to trouble you to come pick me up."
Oh—
The old guy was being hunted down!
And he was still pretending nothing had happened in front of me... heh heh.
"What unfortunate timing, Director. I'm out... I'm afraid I can't invite you over for coffee..."
Nick Fury's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself:
Shit! Before I left, I had Agent Hill confirm that you were still in the base Tony built for you... motherfucker!
If I hadn't considered your place absolutely safe, I'd have had to climb through Rogers's window in the middle of the night...
Thinking of how Captain Rogers had stormed off earlier that day over their ideological differences, Fury felt a profound sense of helplessness.
There was nothing wrong with this United States soldier except that he was stubborn as hell...
Did he think I didn't know Project Insight had problems?
If not for that, would I have ended up in this state?
Too naive...
The thought flashed through his mind, but