S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
Nick Fury looked like a seasoned schemer, but inside, he was panicking like hell. After hearing Coulson's report,
his first move was to send Coulson for an examination, checking whether he had been hypnotized or had his memories altered.
Fury could not afford to be careless. That bald old man from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was simply too shocking.
He was practically a walking nuclear bomb. Just like his old partner locked up in that plastic prison, he was a dangerous individual.
As director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury was duty-bound to protect the entire world—though mainly, to maintain order in the United States.
After everything that had happened today, Nick Fury did not even feel like petting his cat. He truly had some doubts about what Coulson had reported.
The key was that his own memories really had been wiped.
As the king of agents who had climbed step by step from the bottom, he had experienced far too much, and much of it involved secrets that could not be spoken.
Not only could they not be spoken of—they could not even be known.
Many memories in his mind were fragmented. He knew something had happened, but he could not recall the specific details.
Like a search engine, all the keywords were there, but the actual contents had been blocked and deleted with a 404.
This was a method for preventing telepaths or people capable of viewing memories from probing for intelligence.
Well, the main person it guarded against was that bald old man named Charles, the headmaster of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
One of the most dangerous mutants in the world.
As the king of agents, Nick Fury had spent no small amount of effort on this, setting up many countermeasures.
Some of them included